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“Please, what?” His eyes are glittering wickedly. “Do you want to come?”
Yes. Oh god, yes.I want to come more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my entire life. I’m both so close and too far away to the edge.
Luca presses down on my clit, his fingers moving against that sensitive spot deep inside of me, and I stifle a cry. “You can come whenever you like,” he murmurs. “But I’m not going to stop, even when he comes back.”
I feel an electric rush wash over me, my heart pounding so hard that I think it must be visible beneath the thin silk of my dress, and I don’t know why I’m suddenly more turned on than I’ve ever been in my entire life. I can feel myself on the verge of tumbling over, and just as the server returns with the bottle and two smaller glasses, Luca flutters his thumb over my clit, and I’m lost.
I don’t know how I stop myself from moaning. I bite down on my lower lip hard, grinding down onto his hand as I grip the edge of my seat, pushing myself against his fingers as I feel wave after wave of pleasure rush over me. I can feel it down to the marrow of my bones, the orgasm building and crashing over me. Somehow even as I squirm on Luca’s fingers, orgasming helplessly, the server doesn’t miss a beat.
“Will there be anything else?”
I’m panting, red-faced, and I know that there’s no way he doesn’t know what’s going on. And somehow, that turns me on even more.
“No,” Luca says calmly, his fingers still hooked inside my pussy so that I can’t even squirm away, dragging the orgasm out. “You can go, actually. Raoul will have your gratuity.”
“Very good, sir.”
Luca doesn’t let go of me until the door closes behind the server, and we’re alone on the rooftop. And then he pushes his chair back, sliding his hand out from under my skirt, and to my shock, he raises his fingers to his mouth.
Oh my god.My billionaire, mafia-don husband is sitting across from me, licking me off his fingers with the same expression on his face that I saw when he was eating dessert. I’m the furthest thing from turned off that I’ve ever been. If anything, I’m just as desperate for him as I was before, even though he just made me come even harder than last night.
I glance down and see that he’s visibly, obviously hard, his cock pressed against the front of his suit trousers in a thick ridge that makes my mouth go dry, remembering how he’d felt inside of me last night.
As if he’s reading my mind, Luca reaches down for his fly, dragging his zipper down and reaching to pull out his cock. His hand wraps around the length of it, stroking once as his eyes rake over my body.
“Take off your panties,” he says, and I feel like I can’t breathe.
“I—”
“Now, Sofia.” There’s that dark, smoky edge to his voice that I remember from last night, and there’s no way on earth that I could say no to him in this moment. I never in my wildest dreams imagined myself doing anything like this. Still, as I look at the gorgeous man sitting next to me, casually stroking himself as he looks at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, all I want to do is exactly what he asks.
Mutely, I stand up, pushing up my skirt so that I can reach up and slide my thong off. “What should I do with it?” I whisper breathlessly, and Luca’s eyes darken when he sees the scrap of lace in my hand.
“Put it on the table. Raise your skirt, and spread your legs so that I can see you.”
I’m not supposed to want this. I’m a good girl. I got good grades, read Pride and Prejudice instead of trashy romance novels. I like rom-coms. This isn’t supposed to turn me on.But it is. I’m completely lost in the sound of Luca’s voice, sliding over my skin like the silk of the expensive dress he bought me, and without hesitating, I do as he said.
I don’t just obey, either. I don’t know what possesses me to slide my skirt up slowly, even seductively, spreading my thighs a little wider with every inch so that Luca has to wait the tiniest bit. I feel powerful at the look on his face, an expression of impatient lust, but he doesn’t tell me to go faster.He likes this,I realize as I inch the flowered silk up, and when I finally slide it high enough that he can see my bare, glistening pussy, he groans aloud.
“Just stay like that for a minute,” Luca murmurs, his voice raspy with desire as he starts to stroke a little faster, his hand squeezing the thick length of his cock. “Fuck, you’re beautiful, Sofia.”
I don’t know what comes over me. But when I see the look on his face, I suddenly want to please him. And more than that—I’m turned on too, my body hot with desire. I can feel how wet I am without even touching myself, and when I reach down, sliding my fingers along my pussy, I moan aloud at the barest touch. I’m so aroused I can’t help it.
“Fuck, Sofia—” Luca moans, his eyes widening, and it only makes me braver. I spread myself open with two fingers, letting him see my pussy even more, my aching clit visible as I rub one finger over it.
“That feels good,” I whimper, the words slipping out before I can stop them, and Luca’s jaw tightens as he squeezes his hand around his cock.
“I need you,” he whispers. “Come sit in my lap, Sofia. I need my cock inside you now.”
As if in a dream, I stand up, holding my skirt up with one hand as I swing my leg over him. The chair is just high enough with my heels on that my feet touch the ground. I leverage myself atop him, our lips just a breath apart as I feel him angle his cock between my thighs, the head slipping against my drenched flesh.
I’m in control,I realize suddenly. I’m the one on top, and as Luca looks at me hungrily, his free hand tangling in the loose curls of my hair, I throw all caution to the wind.
I want him. And I’m not going to fight it.
I lean forward to kiss him, my hand curving around the back of his head at the same moment that I slide down onto his lap, taking every inch of his cock into me as I moan aloud, my thighs tightening on either side of his.
And god, it feels so fucking good.
