Page 23 of A Very Grumpy Green Beret

“I’m a virgin!” I blurt.

“You waited for me. Good girl,” he praises. “I waited for you too, Pumpkin.”

Wait… he’s a virgin too?

Before I can ask, he moves toward me. His dark brown hair falls over his forehead as he crawls onto the bed between my legs. He prowls closer, and I spread my thighs to make room for him. He braces most of his weight on his good arm as he leans down to kiss me.

His lips are soft but firm as they move against mine. His tongue traces the seam of my mouth, coaxing me to open for him. As soon as I do, his tongue slips inside, teasing mine into an erotic dance. He tastes like mint and something that’s all Luca.

I wrap my hands around his neck and rub my breasts through his chest hair, moaning as all my nerve endings light up like Christmas morning.

“Fuck,” Luca spits out, breaking the kiss and immediately moving to lick down my neck.

His tongue traces over my collarbone, and he nips my skin. I jerk against the mattress, my hands falling from his shoulders to fist the sheets as he licks lower.

When his hands palm my breasts, I cry out, arching into his hold.

“So fucking responsive,” he growls, kissing the swell of my boob. “I love it.”

“Don’t stop,” I pant.

He chuckles darkly. “Never.”

His lips wrap around one stiff nipple. He sucks the little pebble into the wet heat of his mouth. His tongue rolls over the sensitive bundle, and I claw at the sheets as his mouth works me over.

Luca switches to the other breast, giving it the same careful attention. He’s so thorough. Not an inch of me is left untouched, unlicked, unkissed.

He kisses lower, over the curve of my stomach. His shoulders wedge between my thighs, and he grabs my ankles, arranging my legs over his shoulders.

“Your bandage!” I gasp.

“Nothing’s going to stop me from tasting your pretty pussy,” he rasps.

“Luca—”

Before I can get another word out, he leans forward and buries his face between my legs. His tongue parts my folds and licks up my center. He circles my clit, making tighter and tighter circles until, finally, he presses down on the little pearl.

“FUCK!” I scream, my hips bucking against his mouth as my orgasm tears through me.

“Good girl. Now, give me another,” Luca orders.

His mouth covers my pussy and his tongue starts up a rhythm, circling my clit, then licking down to tease my snug opening. I’m still sensitive after my release, and it doesn’t take long before I’m right on the edge again.

When Luca works one thick finger inside me, I see stars. I combust, my legs flailing and clamping around his head as I come.

“Luca! Oh, oh, fuck!” I sob.

Luca growls, his lips suctioning around my clit. He doesn’t give me a break, not an ounce of respite. His finger works into me, first to the knuckle, then all the way. He finger-fucks me as his lips tease my clit. One orgasm bleeds into the next, and by the time he finally presses one last kiss to my clit, I’m wrung out.

I’m a puddle on the bed as he climbs back up my body and smirks down at me.

“That was three,” he tells me.

“Huh?” I croak.

“That was three orgasms. We’re going for five.”

My eyes widen. “Five?”