“And I’m not done with you yet.” Luciano scoops me into his arms as he stands, then turns and sits with me on his lap and begins to unbuckle his belt.
Eagerly, I stand and watch as he lifts his hips to remove his pants and briefs, letting them pool at his ankles; then, without waiting for instruction, I crawl back onto his lap. Pressing my knees as deep into the side of the chair as I can, I reach between his legs and grab his shaft to stroke him slowly.
“I didn’t bring a condom.” Remorse dances across his features when I align the head of his cock with my entrance.
“Don’t care,” I breathe, and lower myself onto him. He’s big, and I’ve been in a bit of a dry spell, so I let myself adjust for a second before taking him further.
My face must reflect the feeling of my body adjusting because with a tenderness I didn’t know he could possess, he pushes the hair out of my face and asks, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” I nod and sink deeper. There’s a burst of pleasure mixed with a twinge of pain as I stretch around him.
Luciano’s eyes darken, and his hand slides down my face, wrapping around the column of my neck again. “Look at you, baby. Taking my cock so well. It’s almost in.”
Bringing his hand between my thighs, his thumb finds my clit, and he circles it slowly as I take the final inch of him.
“Oh my God,” I moan at the same time he hisses, “Fuck, baby.”
“Ride me,” he coaxes, never removing his hands from my neck or between my thighs. With his grip tight, I bring my hands to his shoulders and let my body move naturally against his. It hardly takes any time at all for us to find a rhythm, and there might as well be fireworks exploding in the background of my mind for how amazing it feels to finallyfeelhim.
I’ve fantasized about this moment for so long, and it’s clear nothing my mind could have conjured comes close to reality.
With every slow descent I make, he lifts his hips at the last second to slam us together. Skin slaps against skin and grunts and moans fill the air as our bodies mold themselves together in a way that’s indescribable.
“I’ve tortured myself for so long.” Luciano leans forward to press rushed kisses against my collarbone. “Denied myself of you for years.” His hips jut up as he pushes into me deeper, removing his hand from my neck to grip the chair’s arm.
“Why?” I sigh, dropping my forehead to his. A sheen of sweat grows beneath my dress, between my breasts, and my body begins to tingle with the early signs of another release.
“Because”—he rubs my clit more, causing me to toss my head back in ecstasy—“I was a damn fool.”
“Youarea fool.”
“I had every excuse under the sun,” he agrees, increasing his fingers to an unrelenting pace. “Come for me, baby. I feel your pussy clenching my cock like it’s made for it. Let me feel you drench it in your cum.”
Tugging his head back by his hair, I tell him, “You have a nasty mouth,” before I kiss him roughly, using my grip on him to do exactly what he asked.
Keeping the pace, I push myself to the edge, focusing on the sensations flooding my senses.
His kiss.
His fingers.
His cock.
I’m on Luciano overload and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
“I’m so close,” I whimper, vaguely registering as he praises me with, “Good girl, come for me,” before I begin to cascade.
A slur of moans and curses fill the air as I reach orgasm, flying high on the way I currently feel physically, emotionally, and mentally.
“Goddamn.” Luciano chases his own release, grabbing onto my hip bruisingly as he thrusts upward harder. The chair beneath us groans as it jolts against the hardwood floor.
When he loosens his grip, I slump against him, chest to chest, letting my forehead rest against the cool leather of the chair. Our chests heave in unison as we catch our breath.
“That was…wow,” I finally find it in me to say. Sitting upright again, I push away the strands of hair that stick to my face.
“Yeah, wow.” Luciano grins, and for several seconds we stare at each other, almost in disbelief that we just did that, before we both start cracking up. “We should probably get out of here before we get caught by the monsignor.”
“Oh, God. Do you think mass is almost over?” I ask, finally coming to reality about where we are as I push myself off Luciano’s lap.
