His kiss was hungry, urgent in a way that made my knees weak. My painting bag hit the floor with a thud, forgotten, as I jumped into his arms. Luca caught me effortlessly, pressing me against his chest as he carried me straight into the bathroom.
He grabbed his jacket, tugging it off my shoulders. “Fuck,amore. I almost don’t want to take it off. Fucking love seeing you wear my colors.” I slipped from his hold and watched his lips part in protest, then, slowly, I unzipped his team coat and let it fall in a puddle on the floor. My sundress joined it a moment later.
“I think I know of a way to make it up to you.”
Warm steam rose around me as I stepped into the shower, still in my bikini, the water cascading over my shoulders. Luca didn’t need any more invitation. He was behind me in seconds, his hands already sliding over my wet skin, his mouth finding mine in another bruising kiss.
“Need to get you all clean, before dirtying you up again,” he whispered, grabbing the body wash. His hands moved slowly over my chest, down my hips, then to my thighs. He knelt in front of me like I was something sacred, trailing kisses up each leg, pausing to press his lips to every freckle. Every mark. Every part of me. I loved watching Luca on his knees as he lavished kisses up my legs, paying attention to each freckle.
“So perfect,” he murmured.
When he stood, his body pressed against mine, trapping me gently against the tile. His gaze held mine, chaotic and soft all at once, his forehead leaning into mine as his hand cupped my cheek. Feeling his arousal pressing into me, I swallowed hard. His full lips were just inches from mine, and I felt a gentle hand caress my cheek.
“You are so beautiful,” he said softly, his forehead resting on mine. “So incredible. Mine.” Compliments had never been easy for me, especially not in moments like this, but something about the way Luca said it, like I was the only woman that had ever mattered, made my throat tighten. Luca really did have a way of making you feel like you were the center of his world when you were with him.
I kissed him then. Soft at first. Then deeper, until I was wrapped around him, clinging like I’d never get enough. He lifted me effortlessly, my legs around his waist. His lips trailed down my jaw as I tilted my head back, breathless and reeling. When we came up for air, I found myself looking down at him. His pupils were blown, and he licked his lips like he was a cat about to toy with its prey.
“As much as I want you in the shower,amore,” he growled, voice rough against my neck. “I want to worship this body with the respect that it deserves.”
Luca carried us out of the bathroom and tenderly placed me on his bed. I knew I was soaking his sheets, but I didn’t care. All I saw, all I felt, was Luca. His kisses, his hands, the reverence in his touch. He trailed light kisses down my neck, eliciting a soft moan. I flipped us, straddling his thighs, placing slow kisses down his chest. Smiling as his breath caught with each one.
“Stop being a tease,” he demanded, grabbing my hair.
“So greedy,” I teased, licking the tip of his cock just enough to make his hips twitch. His dark eyes and half-lidded gaze told me if I kept teasing, I was going to regret it later.
I took him in slowly, hollowing my cheeks just right. He let out a raw moan, one that made heat pool between my legs. With slow movements, I began to move up and down his shaft, enjoying each moan as it escaped his lips. Like I had done at Monza, I took him deeper into my throat, using my hands to stroke the part of him that didn’t fit. My fingers roamed down to his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze, and Luca grabbed my hair even tighter.
But just when I found my rhythm, Luca’s hand tangled tighter in my hair, guiding me off him. His mouth was on mine a second later, kissing me like he needed to feel everything all at once.
“As much as I love your mouth, this time I want to finish inside of you.” He groaned and kissed his way down my body, fingers slipping between my thighs. When he found how wet I already was, he stilled and looked up at me. “Oh,amore, are you this wet from sucking my cock?” His voice alone nearly undid me.
He slid two fingers inside, curling them just right, expertly hitting the same spot that had made me scream in Monaco. His thumb grazed my clit with maddening precision, and by the time he added a third finger, I was writhing beneath him.
I was so fucking close.
And then, he stopped.
I let out a frustrated noise and opened my eyes to see him smirking down at me.
“Sorry,” he said, sucking my arousal off his fingers with an exaggerated wink. “I couldn’t help myself. Needed a taste.”
I could have died in that moment, watching Luca suck my juices off his fingers.
The bed dipped as he climbed onto it. His lips pressed against my skin, starting with my stomach and then moving up to my breasts. He lavished attention on each one, his tongue swirling around the peaks until they were hard. I gasped softly, threading my fingers into his damp hair, tugging gently as he kissed his way back to my mouth. Reaching for the bedside table, Luca grabbed a condom, smoothly sliding it onto himself.
“You ready,amore?” He asked softly, hunting for my consent which I gladly gave with a breathy yes, pulling him closer.
He eased into me carefully, taking his time, and even though his fingers had stretched me earlier, nothing quite prepared me for the full reality of him. My hands gripped the sheets, breath caught in my throat, until I felt him still, buried deep, giving me space to adjust.
“You okay,amore?” he asked softly.
“God, Luca, I need more,” I begged, wrapping my legs around his waist.
He started to move again, slow and steady, drawing out a delicious ache that curled my toes and made my hips chase his. But it wasn’t enough. Not even close.
“My fucking good girl.” The words sounded like utter filth, and I loved every one of them. “Fuck. You take me so well.” The more he whispered dirty praises into my ear, the more I wanted to be a good girl for him.
“Luca… faster…” I panted.
