He lowered me to my feet in front of our bed and disappeared in the bathroom only to return with a towel. He helped me out of my bikini top, wrapped the towel around me and started to gently rub me dry. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of it. I couldn’t believe I’d let Luca do what he’d done. I couldn’t believe I wanted him to do it again. Everything was overwhelming. I knew it was too fast, but as Luca had said, what was I waiting for? He was my husband.
“Are you cold?”
My eyes peeled open. Luca dropped the towel, leaving me naked. His hands slid up and down my arms. My entire body was covered in goose bumps. “A bit.”
Luca made me lie down on the bed before he straightened and slid down his shorts. His erection sprang free, hard and long, and suddenly anxiety gripped me. He’d put his finger into me, maybe now he wanted to take the next step. Maybe I was confused about a few things at the moment, but I knew one thing: I wasn’t ready for that.
I still barely knew the man in front of me, and sleeping with him, letting him into me like that was too much, too intimate. Maybe this evening had been his way of manipulating me. Nobody got that far in the mafia without being a master in manipulation. I pressed my legs together and scrambled back. Luca paused, one knee already on the bed.
“Aria?” His fingers curled around my calf, and I jerked back and pulled my legs against my chest. He sighed. “What now?”
He sat beside me, his length almost brushing my leg. “Say something.”
“This is too fast,” I said quietly.
“Because I got naked? You’ve seen my cock before. You even jerked me off.”
My face burned. “I think you’re trying to manipulate me. If I gave you the chance, you’d go all the way today.”
“You bet I would, but I can’t see what manipulation has to do with it,” he said with a hint of anger in his voice. “I want you. I never lied to you about that. I’m going to take whatever you are willing to give, and you were willing in the Jacuzzi.”
“Not about the finger,” I snapped, suddenly getting angry too. “Maybe you’ll try the same with sex.” I knew it sounded ridiculous.
Luca actually laughed. He leaned very close. “That won’t work. My cock won’t slide in that easily, believe me, and it will hurt a lot more.”
I flinched, remembering what Grace had said at our wedding. He’ll fuck you bloody. Luca released a harsh breath. “I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
I watched him over my legs. He ran his knuckles lightly down my side. The hard set of his lips loosened. “Tell me that you enjoyed what I did to you on the roof,” Luca murmured. There was a hint of need in his voice, maybe even vulnerability.
“Yes,” I said breathlessly. He leaned closer, his lips on my ear. “What did you enjoy the most? My tongue fucking you? Or when I ran my tongue all the way over your pussy? Or when I sucked your clit?”
Oh god. I was getting wet again. Luca’s deep voice vibrated through my body. “I don’t know.”
“Maybe I need to show you again?” Luca pushed against my ankles, pressing them against me until there was enough room for his hand to slip between them and my upper thighs. He cupped me with his palm. I was about to lie down to make it easier for him, but he shook his head. “No,” he rasped. “Stay like that.” His fingers began to move against my folds, teasing, circling, rubbing.
I rested my chin on my knees, breathing heavily. Luca kissed my ear and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, pulling me against his side. It was strange, sitting up with my legs pressed against my chest as he touched me, but it felt incredibly good. Luca’s erection rubbed against my outer thigh, his breathing hot against my ear.
“Relax,” he said in a low voice. There was a gentle pressure against my opening. I peered down between my legs. Luca teased me with his little finger. He dipped the tip in, then circled my opening before entering me again, sliding a bit deeper every time he did.
“Look at me.”
I did, caught up in the intensity of his gray eyes. “You are so wet and soft and tight. You can’t imagine how fucking good this feels.” His length slid along my outer thigh again. His lips pressed against mine, his tongue demanding entrance. His finger slipped into me, this time all the way. It was only his little finger, but I was thrilled. He began moving it inside me and I gasped into his mouth, jerking my hips, needing more. He pumped in and out slowly, his thumb rubbing my clit. I could feel pleasure building again and I moved my pelvis in sync with his finger. He pulled his hand away, eliciting a sound of protest from me.
Luca laughed, a deep rumbling in his chest. He knelt in front of me and pushed my legs apart, then he looked up at me. He traced his index finger over my folds, then rubbed my opening with it. Never looking away from my face, he pushed the tip in. My muscles clenched, and I released a low breath. It didn’t hurt and I relaxed. Slowly he started sliding in and out, moving a bit deeper every time, like he’d done with his little finger. His mouth closed over my clit.
I whimpered, my legs falling wider apart. My pleasure was mounting scarily fast as Luca worked me with his finger and lips. With a cry, I tumbled over, my legs shaking, hips bucking. My fingers clutched the blanket as I shattered into pieces. Luca removed his finger, kissed my belly button, then lay down beside me, his erection red and glistening. I reached out, spreading the droplet of liquid that had trickled out all over his tip.
Luca growled, his abs flexing. “I want your mouth on me,” he said in a low voice. I froze, my hand on him stilling. It seemed only fair after what he’d just done, but I had no clue how to actually go down on him. “Blow job” was a pretty confusing name, because I knew I wasn’t supposed to blow on his erection, but sadly I wasn’t exactly sure what to do. And what if I didn’t like it?
I remembered his words about Grace, that she knew how to suck a cock. Not that I wanted to be anything like Grace. I had no intention of becoming Luca’s whore, but I didn’t want to fail completely either. I was overthinking this.
“Is this because you don’t want to, or because you don’t know how?” Luca asked calmly, but I could tell he had trouble keeping the tension out of his voice. He’d given me several orgasms. He was probably bursting. “You can jerk me off like last time,” he said when I stayed silent. His hand brushed a strand of blonde hair away from my face, his gray eyes questioning.
“No, I mean, I think I want to do it.”
“You think?” Amusement tinged Luca’s voice. “But?”
“What if I don’t like it?”
Luca shrugged, but it was obvious from his expression that he didn’t like the idea. “Then you don’t. I won’t force you.”
I nodded and brought my face a bit closer to his erection, which hadn’t softened at all during our conversation. Luca tensed in anticipation, his fingertips against my scalp twitching. Embarrassed, I admitted, “I don’t know what to do.”
His erection jerked in response. I couldn’t help but laugh, and Luca grinned his predator grin. “You like to torture me with your innocence, don’t you?”
I blew against his tip, making him groan. “I don’t think that’s why it’s called blow job, right?”