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She was a cold hard woman, but praises always melted her. I used it a lot during sex as well.
Actually, I used sex a lot. That was when Luce let me in the most.
We still had a line when it came to the physical side of our relationship. Basically, my dick never went in her pussy. That was not a very important thing for me. I never simplified sex into one basic act. Actually, this way, it gave us a chance to be more creative.
What bothered me was what this meant to her. If it were up to me, I would have fucked her long ago, but after a few times, I realized that was one line she tried not to cross. It held a deeper meaning for her. Despite our easy-going life, Luce was still closed up. She seemed more trusting to me, but she was terrified of showing it. She acted like everything would be ruined if she let me in her walls.
I fucking hated that.
Only she couldn’t keep her walls so strong when we were having sex. We were explosive and dangerously compatible. We usually fought when we had sex, but it only made it better.
It was so messy and so problematic, though, because I tried to use sex as a way to get close to her. I thought if she wanted me as much as I wanted her, then I wouldn’t be weak, so that became my mission. I wanted to charm her, and sex was my best bet.
She was awfully mistaken if she thought she could keep her walls up just by having a line. Just because I didn’t fuck her didn’t mean I could not get to her. Luce could not keep me out for long, and she knew it. For some reason, she was also terrified of that fact.
I tried to ignore my uncomfortable thoughts and focused on her. She was almost done with her soup. She ate that without a word and almost without a breath. That made me smile.
“Did you like it?”
Without even a falter, she shook her head. “It is awful.”
I smiled more. “Then you won’t care if I eat the rest?” I reached for her bowl.
Luce grabbed my wrist and held it as forcefully as she could. “I will break your hand.”
“That’s hot.”
She let go of my hand like she was burned and kept eating her food. “You really have problems in the head. I am threatening to break your hand, and you get aroused. I bet you are hard right now.”
“Don’t you want to find out yourself?”
Luce’s neck flushed at my words, and she quickly grabbed her bowl and lifted it to her face. “Pass,” she said before gulping down the last remains of the soup.
I couldn’t help my grin. She looked so cute when she tried to deny her attraction toward me. “You are not a coward, Luce.”
“I am not,” she said, looking offended. “I am just not in the mood for sex. Your face does that to me.”
“Oh, really?” I raised from my seat, and that’s when Luce’s face twisted like she understood how fucked she was. She could tell me how much she hated me and how awful I was, but we both knew how much she liked my mouth, hands, and cock. I made her come enough times that she could not lie about her physical attraction to me.
I put a hand on the back of her chair and leaned down. I wanted her to feel consumed by my frame. Then I whispered with a slurry tone, “Maybe I should find out if you are wet.”
She gave me a dead-on look even though her body’s reaction was so apparent to me. “I am drier than sand.”
“Oh, really?” I bit down on my smile and got even closer to her face. “So, you don’t want me to bend you over this table right now?”
“Not even a bit.”
“You also don’t want me to lift that skirt up, touch you over your panties before I rip them away? You don’t want my fingers in that tight cunt of yours, Luciana?”
“That won’t do,” she said breathlessly. “My panties are very expensive.”
“I’ll buy you more,” I said easily. Money was never a problem, and Luce never refused to use my money. I actually liked when she spent my money just for her pleasure. Maybe it was some sort of degradation fetish. I didn’t care. I just loved watching her pamper herself with what belonged to me. I liked to know that I was taking care of her every need.
Luce lifted her eyebrows. “Is that so?”
“Yeah. I’ll take you shopping right after I make you come.”
“Fulfilling your husbandly duties, you mean.”
