The Sinister Silhouette

I peek at him through my lashes and ask him nervously, “Forever?”

Something passes over his face. Joy, wonder, happiness… maybe love? Whatever it is, it matches my own feelings and is positively beautiful.

“Forever,” he confirms deeply.

I can’t help but smile, his answer filling me with so much bliss I can feel it in my bones. Moving forward, I press my lips against his. “I need you, Luca. Make love to me.”

He groans and slips his fingers from me. Leaning back and looking down, I see him pushing his underwear down far enough to free his shaft. The metal ball twinkles in the light from the lamp and a bead of moisture leaks from the tip.

Mesmerized and feeling brave, I reach between us and run the tip of my finger across the drop of precome. He hisses out a breath, then groans when I lift my finger to my lips, tasting his essence.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he growls, the heat in his tone sending tremors through me. He grips the base of his cock. “Lift up.”

I do so, and he places the tip at my opening. We lock eyes as I slowly sink down on him. Luca is big, so I feel incredibly full when he’s only halfway inside me. He stops my movements by grabbing my hips, then lifts me, only to sink back inside. He does this several times, and each time I slide down his shaft, he slips a little more inside.

Once he’s in all the way, I sit back on his thighs and gently rock my hips forward and backward. This position feels incredibly good because my clit scrapes across his pelvis bone with each forward movement. Whimpers leave my lips as sparks start to ignite in my stomach. My legs tighten around him, and I move faster, chasing the erotic bliss I know awaits me.

Luca grabs my hips and starts lifting me up and down. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I hold on as he beautifully uses my body to bring us both over the precipice of ecstasy. My release starts in my clit and magically works its way through each part of my body. Shivers, tingles, and tremors fill me, leaving my limbs feeling weak.

Luca groans deep in his throat and his body tenses as his own release hits him only seconds after mine. I rest my head in the crook of his neck, exhausted and spent, but in such an exquisite way. Warm hands run up and down my back, further relaxing me.

After several moments, once our hearts have calmed and our breathing has gone back to normal, Luca stands. Instinctually, my legs tighten around his waist, but there’s no need because he easily holds me up by cupping my bottom. Even so, I slide down a fraction of an inch on his shaft, provoking a moan from me. His husky chuckle hits my ear.

“Where are we going?” I mumble sleepily, my head too heavy to lift from his neck.

“Shower,” he grunts.

“I’m too tired to shower.”

“That’s okay, baby, I’ll hold you up and bathe you.”

I smile against his neck, liking his answer. And he does exactly as he says. With me still in his arms, he turns the shower on, steps inside, and lets me lean all my weight on him as he cleans us both then takes us back to bed.

I lie snuggled up in Luca’s arms and drift off to sleep feeling utterly cherished.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Luca

“CAN I HAVE ANOTHER piece, Jules?” Aria asks after licking her fork of any residual chocolate.

“You absolutely can, sweetie. Would you like some more milk as well?”

“No, thank you.”

Jules grabs her and Aria’s plates and stands from the table. Her eyes move to me just as I shovel in the last bite of the delicious chocolate cake she made.

Her smile is bright as she asks, “Would you like another slice?”

“I’m good, but thank you.”

She sets her plate down on top of mine then picks them both up before walking to the kitchen. My eyes follow her swaying ass until she’s out of view. When I look back at Aria, I know I’ve been caught by the big chocolate-covered grin on her face.

“Jules!” she yells. “Uncle Luca was looking at your butt!”

I narrow my eyes at Aria. The girl is way too perceptive for her age. “Brat,” I mutter.

“And he just called me a brat!”