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I suck in a breath. I have to apologise before he gets the wrong idea. He always talks about treating me, and I want to make sure he's loved, too.
But he gets there first. “And I literally can’t even fucking deal with the glasses-apron-combo,” he groans as he steals another kiss. One brush of his hand, one sweep of his tongue on my lips, and I'm falling into him all over again. “You're so fucking beautiful,” he whispers as he strokes us both.
I’m caught by him, by his words. I’ll give him everything of myself if I can. If I could place my heart in his hands, I would be happy.
His smile is light, laughter brightening his face, though I don’t know if I can actually tell what he's feeling. He’s been acting all his life. The realest he ever is with me is when we make love. He can’t hide himself when I’m buried inside him.
His hands drop to mine, riding his hip and thigh, his lubed fingers clenching mine as he lifts them. “Let’s see how long it takes us to get through a bottle,” he hums before his hot gaze runs over me again. “Hands on my ass, baby. You gotta start exploring. Get me ready for you.”
My eyes flutter closed and my whole body relaxes at the love that beats through me. As he lubes my fingers up properly, I follow his lead and firmly grasp his ass. Just his softness filling my hand is enough to make me moan. We made love in his hotel room last night, and his ass is still loose for me. I deliberately call it sex when I say it out loud to him, even though it’s like I'm flying so high every time I'm inside him that it has to be love.
As soon as I press his hole with both my middle fingers, I’m inside him, and he cries out my name. His tight muscle and warm entrance encourage me further. I want to bury myself inside him, whether it's my fingers or my cock.
“Fuck yeah, baby.” A shudder rushes through him, his other hand gripping my shoulder for support. “That's it. Get me deeper.”
There's a stretch, but the more I massage him, the more he gives way, all to the chorus of his moans.
He shouts as his knees buckle, and I quickly catch him, lifting him up as best I can. “Yes. Oh, God…” He pushes his ass out, and I’m digging in more firmly as I spread my fingers, widening his ass. “I fucking love your hands, baby. You're so good to me.”
I should say that to him. Watching Luca come undone for me is one of the best presents I've ever had.
“Harder, Thorn. I need you deeper.”
I release one ass cheek. He's grasping onto my shoulders so solidly that one hand can keep him up while I press two more fingers against his ass.
His whole body jerks and he thrusts his hips forward before quickly shoving himself backwards. It's a harder stretch with three fingers, though with his leaking cock twitching on my chest, staining my apron, I'm sure I'm doing a good job. His head flies back, the smooth curve of his neck asking for my lips, but I'm so content to follow Luca’s expressions as his composure shakes with every movement that I simply wait.
“Oh God,” his voice trembles, as my fingers bottom out. “Thorn, baby, just keep at it. It's so fucking good.”
The further I grind into him, the further he falls towards me, groaning, shifting his hips.
He can't stroke my cock anymore, too lost in his pleasure as his manicured nails digging into my shoulder. “Fuck. Thorn. I need you,” he cries out, his thighs quaking. The only thing holding him up now are my fingers.
His bright braid falls over his hip to brush my arm as I push at him again, and it’s difficult not to thrust into him as hard as I can.
“I need you inside me,” he gasps, straightening his back. His hands tear off my shoulders, reaching behind him to firmly grab my wrists, and I let him take control.
“Luca?” I tilt my head curiously as he lifts my fingers away, the warmth of his body fading quickly on the tips.
“Just work with me, baby. I can’t hold on for much longer,” he says as he tugs my hands forward. “Hold your cock for me. I want you to see my face as I slide down on you,” he moans, and my heart leaps at the pure pleasure riding his face at the sight of me. I’ve barely touched his cock and he looks as if he’s about to come, but it’s the same for me. I hold back because I can’t live without watching Luca dissolve first.
Wrapping my fingers around my cock, I straighten my back as I adjust my hips on the chair. The chairs were advertised as ‘sturdy’, and now it's time to put them to the test.
It's the way he looks at me that splits through the cloying fear in my chest. I already feel so close to saying the words I shouldn't, that I don't want him to escape if I do.
Need clouds my judgement. With each hot stroke of my cock, the wet sounds of our love grow louder between us. I can’t stop any more.
“You’re incredible, Luca.” I say as I twist my neck, gently kissing the inside of his elbow while capturing his hot gaze. “You’re the best thing in my life.” I lick him before I place the smallest of bites on delicate skin. He has a shoot in two days, so I can't leave a mark.
Pulling back, I tip my head, just catching the pain that spreads on his face, the one that only comes when he opens his heart to me.
I wish I could soothe him, to ease away whatever has stolen his smile from me. I've been hurt so often by other people's words, and I never want to harm anyone with mine.
He shudders, a slow blink, hiding himself from me again. His body stills, and my heart freezes. I know I’ve made a mistake, but I can’t let it stop me. Only with him do I feel like I can really fix it when I do something wrong, even though this might have gone too far.
He arches a brow, his perfect camera ready smirk falling into place. And the old Luca returns.“That’s kind of sad, isn’t it?” he replies, brushing me off like he tries to whenever I show him my true desires. He can say anything to me, though it doesn't go two ways.
He scoffs, avoiding my gaze. “I mean, you aren’t exactly-”
