I looked up the length of his body, his head still resting against the pillow but his hooded eyes trained on me, his lips parted, and his breathing rough from his clear pleasure.
“Never be sorry for waking your mate up this way.” His throat moved up and down as he swallowed. “You have the right to freely touch me at any time and in any way you see fit.”
My heart jackknifed in my chest at his words.
“Don’t stop,” he groaned, and more heat filled me.
I faced his cock again, opened my mouth, and dragged my tongue along the crown once more, over the slit, licking all the pre-cum that was a continuous flow out of him. His seed made me feel drunk.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I whispered before I could censor myself.
“Christ, sweetness, you’re doing so well. Don’t stop.”
I felt renewed strength by his words and sucked the head into my mouth, his seed bathing my tongue. I may not be knowledgeable in this sexual aspect as well, but Luca’s harsh breathing and roughened groans told me he liked it regardless of my inexperience.
And the rougher the sounds he made, the braver I became, and the wetter my pussy was.
“Use your hand and stroke the base, Ainslee.” His voice was a strangled stream of words, but I did what he said, moving my palm up and down his cock as I continued to suck on the head.
But I wanted to take more. I wanted to feel my lips stretched as his shaft filled my mouth.
I opened my mouth even wider and sunk deeper on him, as far as I could go, the tip hitting the back of my throat and causing me to gag slightly. He groaned at that, his hips jackknifing up, pushing a little deeper into me.
He started murmuring low words in Romanian. I couldn’t understand him, but I knew they were heated endearments, and probably as filthy as they came. I was driving my mate crazy with lust, and it was the most incredible feeling.
And so I quickened my palm up and down at the same time I bobbed on his cock, moving my lips over him in tandem with my fingers stroking his length. It was a sensual, erotic act that could’ve gotten me off if I was being honest.
I had my legs squeezed tight, my clit pinched between my pussy lips. The friction had me moaning around his erection, which in turn had the vibrations traveling through him and causing him to grunt.
And when I felt his hand tighten in my hair to the point of pain, when I felt his hips start to lift every time I sunk my mouth back down on him, I knew he was close to going over the edge.
And I wanted to bring him to that point like he’d brought me over and over again in the forest.
“Oh fuck… Ainslee,” he croaked. “Female, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”
I didn’t stop. If anything, I tightened my hand around his girth and sucked on him harder, trying to draw out his seed, wanting it to bathe my mouth and flow down my throat.
He tried to pull me away, but I made a deep sound of protest. I paid close attention to his cockhead, running my tongue along the ridge of the crown, up and down the thick vein that ran the undersides down, finally pushing my tongue gently into the slit at the tip.
A strangled sound left him, and once again, he tried to pull me back before muttering, “Oh Christ. Baby, I’m going to get off.” His chest was heaving. “And if you don’t stop, I’m going to come in your mouth.”
I hummed my approval against him and squeezed the root of his cock. His entire body tightened a second before I felt that first jet of his semen fill my mouth. It was thick and hot and tasted like everything wild that made up Luca.
His hand was tight in my hair. Painful. Arousing.
I stayed still as he thrust into my mouth. In and out, retreating and then pushing past my lips to go back into the hot depth.
There was so much; I tried to take all of his cum, swallowing as much as I could. But his orgasm was thick and powerful, his semen spilling out the sides of my mouth and sliding down my chin.
It was long seconds before his body relaxed, loosening, sinking back onto the mattress. Only then did I pull back. I didn’t have time to even think of my next move, because Luca was reaching for me, pulling me up against his chest, and lifting his hand to smooth a digit over the corner of my mouth, collecting a drop of his semen. My eyes widened when he pushed it back into my mouth, giving a primal, throaty growl when I ran my tongue over his thumb, licking it all off.