The things he can do with his long fingers defy all logic and reason, and when he slides two inside me, stroking along my walls, and finding that spot that my fingers can never reach, he scratches it very lightly, and my back snaps into an arch. “Ah, there you are…” he whispers, pressing hard on me inside, and his big, warm hand pushes on my abdomen and the squeeze between the two sends me into my first orgasm.
“There’s one,” he says, drawing a number on my thigh in my own slick. The second comes as he keeps his fingers inside me and pinches my clit sharply.
“Bozhe moy!” I gasp, shocked that he could make me come again so quickly.
“Not god,” he disagrees, kissing his way up my stomach. “I’m doing this. Say my name when you come.”
His shaft is pushing against my leg as he leisurely sucks one nipple while pinching the other, moving back and forth between them. The heat of it, and the slight movement from the blood pulsing through it makes me want it in my mouth. I want to run my tongue along the veins making it swell, taste the heat of him.
Groaning, he kisses me and I can taste my come on his tongue. “I’m not the only one gifted with dirty talk, am I baby?”
“Did I say that out loud?” I cringe, but he captures my face in his hands and makes me look at him.
“Goddamn, that was hot,” he growls. “But if you put me in your mouth right now, I’m going to go off like some asshole teenage boy. I need to be inside of you. Turn around.”
Rolling to my hands and knees, I shriek when I feel his teeth on my ass.
“Your ass is perfection, I had to take a bite. Sorry,” he says insincerely. Then his mouth is back on me from behind and I bury my head in the pillow so I can scream as he gives me my third orgasm, painting the number on my thigh with his fingers, wet from being inside me.
“Please, please Lucca,” I groaned, “I need you inside me.”
“Where?” he asks, all innocent inquiry and I want to kill him. “Here?” His slick finger circles my ass and I stiffen. He kisses my right cheek and his big, warm hand slides down to cup my pussy. “Maybe you’re not ready for my cock inside your ass, but I promise you, that’s on the to-do list. When it happens, we’ll go slow. Maybe I’ll stretch you first with a plug, make you wear it to class to get your ass ready for me.”
My face is back in the pillow, trying to smother my needy moaning. When I feel the head of him enter me, the rush of relief is insane, making me dizzy. Arching my back, I try to push more of him inside me, and his hands clamp down on my hips.
“Ah, ah!” Lucca says sternly, “I’ll give you what you need, piccolo bacio, when I decide you’re ready. Your greedy little pussy can wait.” After another torturous minute that feels like an hour, his hips push sharply against mine, driving his cock high inside me, his piercing pressing and pushing against all my nerve endings and delicate spots. One thing hasn’t changed from the first time with him, the sting and stretch as his shaft fills me to bursting. I think it will always be that way and I’m starting to crave the ache and discomfort as it melts into liquid pleasure.
He slaps my ass, hard. One side and then the other and rubs my skin as he slams into me again, a groan escaping him that’s as deep as mine. His sharp hip bones slam into the softness of my ass and I have never felt him so deep. The heat of him driving inside me burns my center, my chest, makes me gasp for breath because it feels like there’s no room for anything inside me but Lucca’s cock.
I’m so close, so close and then he freezes. “Oh, merda! Shit! I forgot a condom,” he groaned. He starts to pull out of me and I clench my muscles around him, enjoying his growl.
“It’s okay,” I’m a little breathless but I get the words out. “One of my presents for you is that I’m on birth control now. We don’t need a condom.”
If I thought he was greedy before, now he’s unhinged.
“I can fuck you raw?” His hands tighten on my hips, fingers flexing. “Baby, that’s the best gift you could give me.”
His hips pull back and slam into me again and this time I don’t even bother to try to bury my shriek in the pillow. He feels impossibly larger and every time he thrusts inside me I feel like he’s splitting me apart and I want it. I brace my arms against the mattress and turn my head, trying to find his lips, wanting to scream my pleasure into his mouth. His hand reaches under me and gives my wet, swollen clit a light slap, I’m shocked into coming again and he kisses it from me, wrapping his arms around me to hold me up as I scream his name.
“Wait,” he gasps, “I want to see your face when I come inside you for the first time.” He flips my shaky body over and slides inside me again. Caging my face with his forearms, he looks into my eyes. It’s so painfully intimate that I close them for a moment. “No, open your eyes, sweet girl,” he says, kissing me. “I need to see you.”
The moment is different now, not as filthy, not as aggressive. Lucca is almost tender, stroking in and out slowly, letting me feel every inch of him inside me as the ring on the tip of his cock rubs against my clenching walls.
“So beautiful,” he groans. “Your heart. Your face. God, I want to stay inside you forever.” His head drops to my chest for a moment as he takes a deep breath. “I love you, sweet girl, Ti amo.”
The last frozen shard in my heart shatters and his heat pours through me as he comes, healing me, making me lighter than air. “I love you too, Lucca. So much. YA tebya lyublyu.”
He’s kissing my face; my lips, my nose, my cheekbone, my ear. “YA tebya lyublyu, Tatiana.”
We laugh together, sweaty, and happy and I know I could never be happier than in this moment.
Chapter Twenty-Three
In which Lucca and Tatiana are happy. For now.
Lucca…
Sleeping that night was impossible, I woke Tatiana up three more times, twice for sex so aggressive that I was worried about hurting her. Both times, she dug her nails into my skin refusing to let go of me. The third was just as the sun was rising, I slid into her from behind, spooning her and caressing her breasts while I whispered in Italian all the things I wasn’t ready to tell her yet. How much I loved her. How she was my family now. That I wanted to marry her and give her all the love and sense of belonging she never got before from anyone, aside from her bodyguard.
“Ti amo,” I whispered as I came inside her, thinking of a time I could make a baby with her.
“YA tozhe tebya lyublyu,” she sighed.
The fact that my girl is having a little trouble walking comfortably shouldn’t have made me as pleased as it does, but I hoist her up on my back, carrying her to her room as she giggles.
“Mio dio, my god, you’re heavy!” I groan theatrically, letting her down in front of her door.
“So much for Lucca, the master of romance,” she jeers, kissing me.
“There’s a Christmas Market in Kilronan Village,” I said, smoothing her hair away from her face. “It’s one of the few times we’re allowed off the grounds. I want to take you.”
“I’d love that,” she smiles up at me as if I’m the center of her world. “Let me shower and get changed into something warmer than my walk of shame formal wear.”
Athena opens the door as we’re laughing, looking at us both sourly. “Are you two done? This is making me nauseous and I’m really looking forward to the Christmas breakfast at the dining hall.”
Her holier-than-thou act is spoiled when Christos Gataki appears behind her, offering us a grunt as he leaves her bedroom, still pulling his pants up.