Luca slides my panties down my legs, helping me to step out of them one leg at a time. My fingers roughly pull on the strands of his hair as he kisses the top of my smooth mound. Then he props my leg over his shoulder and licks me from my opening to my throbbing clit.
“Holy shit!” I cry out, my back bowing as my pussy grinds deeper into his face. It makes him smile against me like a smug bastard before he does it again and again. Plunging his tongue deep inside me, fucking me with it before replacing it with his fingers and focusing that talented tongue on my needy clit. He flicks it, sucking on it while his fingers pump in and out of me, over and over, curling, finding my spot.
It’s wet and loud and oh so good. I’m a woman on the edge of losing her godforsaken mind, and I couldn’t be happier about it.
He doesn’t stop or slow down. The pressure intense and exquisite until I spasm around his fingers, writhing against his lips. He watches me, utterly entranced, and likely amused by how fast and hard I just came for him.
I have no shame right now, though.
He delivered on exactly what I asked of him, and I already know there’s more yet to come.
Literally.
When he knows I’m done, once he’s wrenched every last ounce of pleasure from my body, he rises, scooping me back up into his arms and walking me over to the bed. Laying me down, he climbs over me, his mouth hungrily attacking mine. He’s still dressed, and I’m completely naked beneath him, my heels slipping to the floor. My hands make quick work of his clothes, my heavy eyes held captive by his hard body.
“I need you inside me,” I moan softly, sitting up and running my fingers along the grooves and ridges of his chest and abs. “God, your body. The way you make mine feel.” My chin rises, and my eyes lock with his. “I need you inside me,” I tell him again, my empty core clenching with urgency.
Instantly he goes for his wallet, and my eyes feast on his hard dick as he rolls the condom on, my tongue jutting out to moisten my lips. Luca climbs back over me, kissing a trail up my body until he reaches my mouth. Long legs wrap around his waist, tightening on his lower back in a silent plea. Now. I need it now!
He doesn’t make me wait. His cock slides into me and nothing—goddamn nothing—in this world has ever felt so good. My eyes close, and my head falls back on a loud moan.
“So good,” I pant. “You feel so good.” And big. God, he’s big. I feel perfect and full and fucking decadent.
“So do you,” he breathes, his voice etched in pleasure and pain.
I open my eyes, drop my chin, and let go. Let him take command of my body.
Luca glides in and out of me slowly at first, savoring the way this feels. Nearly all the way out of me before thrusting back in to the hilt. Time and time again, capturing every nerve ending with each incredible slide.
And when we’ve both had enough of slow, when our breathing is uncontrollable, and my hands are searching frantically, and we’re building up to something explosive, he pounds into me. Hard, powerful thrusts that frazzle my mind and have me gasping for air. He gives me everything he’s got, our bodies moving together in perfect synchrony.
“Yes,” I cry, my eyes rolling back, my fists grappling with the sheets, his skin. “Just like that. Right there. Oh god.”
He pumps harder, deeper, one hand on my breast pinching my nipple, the other on my hip. He fucks me without mercy, the bed banging into the wall, the sound of skin against skin our lewd soundtrack.
My body convulses around his, my back bowing completely off the bed as I cling to him, nails digging in. He stares in awe as I fall apart beneath him, then follows me, tumbling over the edge into the most perfect abyss. A husky growl sears past his lips, his grip on my hip bruising. The heavy weight of his body collapses onto me before rolling to his side so he doesn’t crush me while I hold on to this bliss for a moment longer.
Panting, our breathing ragged, a smile slays my lips.
I giggle, and he peeks open an eye, staring at me with his own dopey, sated grin.
“That was fun. Can we do it again?”
His eyes meet mine, something hazy and dangerous burning in them. “I have all night to do it again,” he tells me, but I know that’s not what he was thinking. He’s likely wondering if I’ll turn out to be like the others. Begging for his number or pleading for a second round.
My heart is already a casualty of war. The last thing I need is for it to string any foolish hopes on another man who will mistreat it.
I have to remind myself of exactly what this is.
Sex.
One night with a man I know I’ll never see again. And no matter what, I have to remember, that’s exactly what I asked for.
3
Finishing off the last of my chardonnay with a hefty gulp, I set my glass down on the counter and take in my new surroundings. Home. I mean, sort of. It’s a rental, but it’s mine for the next year at least, and no one’s name is on the lease but mine. And instead of feeling alone, or lonely, or lost, or miserable, I feel good. Maybe even… happy? Sure. Let’s go with happy.
I totally deserve happy.
“We all do,” I tell my wineglass because right now, I feel like it truly understands me. Like we’re in this madness together.
I arrived here early this morning after very little sleep. My body is sore in an extremely intimate, wonderful way. In a way it hasn’t been sore in years. Luca was everything I never knew I was missing in a lover.
Confident. Attentive. Giving. Fun. Passionate.
He wasn’t kidding when he said he had all night to do it again. We did. Again and again and again. But then, around 4:00 a.m. or so, he snuck out on me while I pretended to sleep. I let him go, afraid of the awkward goodbye and how I’d feel about it.
Whatever. It’s done. And it was worth all the pesky feelings I immediately pushed away.
I checked out of the hotel and came straight here, met the owner, and got the keys. She recently refurnished it, and it’s an outstanding cross between Pottery Barn and Country Living. Fitting for my Texas girl heart.
But really, this place is the first thing that has felt right in my life since I married David. Our house never felt like my home. Probably because he already owned it when we met, and we only lived there a few months out of the year. We spent our lives existing out of suitcases, rental homes, or hotels. Being the wife of a professional golfer is not an easy one. Hardly as glamorous as it’s made out to be. It was all sacrifice on my part. If I wanted to see my husband, that’s what it took. Following him around from location to location, from tournament to tournament.
But that’s all behind me now.
I can finally find myself again. Live my own life by no one else’s dictation. And just as that wondrous thought flitters through my head, my phone vibrates. It’s face down on the counter, but instinctively I know who it is. My beaten-down heart knows. It’s why my rhythm tumbled from regular to light speed. I hesitate, staring at the now still rectangular device. The one that’s seriously out to get me. Damn him!
Like a woman who absolutely knows better, I flip the fucking thing over and read.
I’m sitting here in our home, what was once our home, staring out at the remains of the sun over the intercoastal, and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt, I let the love of my life become my ex-wife. How did this happen to us? When did I become so careless? I’m sorry, Elle. It’s so late and probably means so little to you at this point, but I mean it. Because I love you. I fucked up and I don’t know how to fix this because my mistakes were many and you were right to walk out the door. But yesterday should’ve never happened. I should have stopped it. Please call me. I’m dying here without you.