Luca licked my lips, then sucked the lower lip into his mouth. “I know I’m an asshole for saying it, but the thought of my cock inside your tight pussy makes me so hard.”
My eyes widened but he shook his head. “Don’t look so terrified. I told you I wouldn’t try it tonight.”
“You also told me you wouldn’t hurt me.” The words were meant more to provoke him than because I was really mad at him. I was slowly getting used to his finger in me, and what he’d done before that had been paradise. I already wanted his lips and tongue back on me.
Something in Luca’s expression shifted, but I couldn’t read the emotion. “I didn’t think it would, Aria,” he said softly. “You were so wet and willing. I thought my finger would go in without trouble. I wanted to finger you for your fourth orgasm.”
I shivered, and a small spike of pleasure built in my core again. I almost wanted Luca to move his finger now. “Did it hurt because you took my, you know…” Heat rushed into my cheeks and something flashed in Luca’s eyes. “Your virginity? No, principessa. I’m not that deep in, and I want to claim that part of you with my cock, not my finger.”
Principessa? Warmth settled in my chest. Slowly he pulled his finger out, my muscles clenching around him and sending a strange prickling through my core. He traced the same finger over my lip and dipped it into my mouth. I circled it with my tongue without even knowing why.
Luca groaned. He jerked his finger out and shoved his tongue between my lips. I pressed myself against his chest, my tongue battling with his. “Let’s go inside. I want to lick you again.”
I exhaled.
“Will you let me put my finger into you again? This time I’ll go really slow.”
“Yes,” I said. He leaped out of the Jacuzzi and helped me to my feet. Then he lifted me into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me inside.
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
