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I tug at his shirt before he can finish and he tips forward, surprise forcing him to lose his composure.
“Don’t run away from me,” I say, tugging him down to meet my glare. I need him to see how serious I am, even though my mind is begging me to stay quiet.
I stare at him, searching for any sign that he doubts what I’m saying. His eyes widen as he sucks in breath, gasping, swallowing heavily. There's only so much I can endure before the tension vibrates so strongly that something between us that has to break. I can’t take it anymore.
I quickly press my lips to his, kissing him deeply, praying he can taste what he means to me. I wish I could treasure him fully, so he knew that each kiss we shared came from love.
My hand joins his, settling, and a sigh echoes in the air around us at the rightness of it all. This is how we always need to be. Together, so close that only our skin keeps us apart.
“I really can't with you,” he says as he shakes his head.
A frown creases my brow as I search his face, trying to understand what I've done. I wanted to fix it, but I feel as if I’ve somehow made it worse.
He sweeps his thumbs across my cheeks, his smile tender. “I've been waiting months for this, Thorn. To be here with you,” he says as he drops, his knees bending, tight on my hips as he lowers himself towards my cock.
I line myself up easily, anticipation thrumming through me as I spread my knees between his thighs. I need to feel him again so badly. I need to be deep enough inside him that I can believe he'll never leave.
“Me too,” I say carefully, my voice trembling. “Luca, I…”
Before I can say another word, he pressed his ass to my cock, and he yells, shaking, the chair rocking back on hind legs as Luca slips, and I glide inside him. He’s only halfway down, but I feel like I’m going to come already. The back of the chair hits the table, the cutlery I'd laid out earlier rattling. It's drowned out by our cries as he slides downwards, his ass engulfing me. “Fucking hell,” he chokes. He’s writhing his hips to adjust to me, stars bursting behind my eyes as I grip him tight. “Move your hand, Thorn. I need all of you,” he gasps as his back arches. He clings to me, as if I'm the only one who can ever support him.
My hand slips away and I shudder forward, burying my forehead into his chest. Moaning under him, my tongue finally finds his nipple, taking the soft bud between my lips and tugging as he writhes his hips. Just a few more inches.
I gasp in shock as he grips my shoulders even harder, pain zipping out from his fingertips. “Yes, like that, Thorn. Keep going,” He groans as he lifts his leg from the floor, his knee pressing against my right side. He bites his lip, and we both prepare ourselves.
“You look so good on my cock,” I say, my voice strained.
“Shit,” He gasps. “Shit! Thorn!” He chokes, his hands tightening around my neck. “Baby, do you know how fucking crazy you make me when you say stuff like that? I nearly came on your apron.”
“I want to feel you come, though.” I always have a huge surge of confidence when my words drive Luca to the edge.
“One more sound from you and I'll be done for,” he moans, low and rough, rocking gently as he sinks deeper, pleasure scattering across his face. I hold him tight, guiding him, leading him, even though we’ve done this so many times it’s as natural as breathing.
We belong together. We were made for each other. And I want him to see that too.
“Are you ready for me?” I say, just seconds before he releases his weight, dropping straight down onto me.
“Fuck!” He cries out. “Yes, Thorn. Yes, I'm ready.”
His back arches as he shouts my name, while my body jerks forward. My chest against his, his stomach against mine, we slip into heaven. Feeling each other, loving each other, settling into the comfort of being together again.
We're both panting, watching each other. We don’t need words. The bliss burning through me from being inside him can never be matched, especially when he's in my home.
One foot of his remains on the floor, and it's not enough. He has to be completely free to become mine. And I have to move. I can’t process being inside him and not feeling how good he is. But Luca has this magic power that allows him to sit on my cock and watch me struggle. It's evil, and I love him for it.
“My other thigh,” he gasps, and I'm there before he can say another word. “Grab my other thigh, Thorn. I need your help.”
I wrap my fingers around him just as his foot gives way. With my legs spread and his bent, it is the perfect angle to surge forward as he drops, his ass on my thighs. And we both cry out as I hit home.
His hand moves from my shoulders, folding around my neck as he moves me close. His cheek pressed to mine, his thighs quiver in my hand, our groans echo in my small kitchen as we shift and shuffle on the creaking chair.
Holding each other, falling into each other, all while the world disappears. Everything I want is right here in my arms.
He leans back, his gaze filled with such heat that I stretch up to kiss him, until he pushes at my neck and keeps me down.
Luca releases a shaking breath, deep, heavy, right from the centre of his chest. “Thorn,” he murmurs, and my heart stills. “I can’t put into words what it means that you’ve invited me here.”
His ass squeezes me and, as he returns to me, I greet him with a soft smile.
