“Tell me you’re an asshole for letting me go,” I demand.
“I’m a massive asshole for letting you go, my love.”
“Tell me what you knew that first night in Vegas.”
“That I’d never be the same after I walked into that arcade with you,” he admits, his voice cracking with a raw, desperate honesty. “I fell in love with you then and there.”
A soft, involuntary “Aww” slips past my lips.
He lets out a low, tortured groan. “Bloody Hell. My love, please. Can I eat your pussy? Your husband is starving.”
The wordpussysounds like liquid sex rolling off his tongue. We’re definitely going to have to get him used to my brand of dirty talk, because the way he says it—with that posh, gravelly edge—makes me want to give him every single thing he asks for.
As I balance myself over his face, his flattened tongue begins to work me into another dimension.
“Luca! Shit! Oh, my…”
He doesn’t speak. I just feel his large hands spanning my thighs, spreading me wider as he licks me from end to end with a slow, agonizing thoroughness.
I shamelessly grip his head, anchoring myself as he licks and sucks my clit with an intensity I’ve never felt before. Beneath me, I don't miss the movement. Even as he’s licking me into the metaverse, he’s stroking himself mercilessly. And it’s driving me crazy.
Suddenly, he stops. I nearly shed a tear at the sudden coldness of the interruption.
“Look at yourself. Look at me,” he orders. It takes my brain a few seconds to process the command.
I look down at him, then I follow his gaze to the massive television screen on the wall, and my breath stalls.
There we are. High definition. Raw.
“I know you don’t like the idea of others watching you,” he murmurs, his voice vibrating against my thighs. “But what about you watching…yourself?”
He dips his tongue and I watch as it disappears into my folds, blending with the concoction of pleasure.
“Or perhaps watching us?” He teases, before sucks me in some more.
He knows I like it. He can see the way my pupils dilate on the screen.
“Are you recording this?” I breathe.
“Not unless you want me to. I just thought you might like the view. Your body. Your curves. Your ass. Your breasts.”
To prove his point, he dips his head back into my center and tugs on my clit with his teeth. I watch it happen in real-time on the screen, the sight of his dark head between my thick thighs sending a fresh jolt of electricity straight to my toes.
“Luca. Fuck. This is—”
“And there’s so much more, my love. I want to show you everything.”
He fucks me with his tongue, over and over, and I find myself transfixed by the screen. I watch the way his hand pumps his length, the rhythmic, carnal motion mirrored perfectly on the wall. I watch my own expression fracture, my head tossing back, my hips rocking into his lips, my mouth parted in a silent scream.
The friction of his tongue combined with the raw, cinematic visual of our joined bodies creates a feedback loop of pure sensation. I’m trapped in the reflection, watching his jaw tighten with erotic intensity at the exact moment my back arches into a desperate bow.
On the screen, we are a vision of love and lust. Just as the tension reaches a breaking point, Luca looks up, his eyes finding mine in the digital glow. We lock gazes in the reflection, witnessing our total, shameless ruin.
“Shit! Aspen,” he says, stroking himself harder before he licks me deeper.
I rock into his tongue shamelessly and the sight of his surrender is what finally breaks me.
“Ahh! Luc—aah!”
