“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?”
He actually laughed a real laugh, and the sound filled my stomach with butterflies. “You’re going to be the death of me, principessa.”
“Don’t laugh,” I said with a smile. “I don’t want to do something wrong.”
“Do you want me to tell you what to do?” Excitement blazed in his eyes.
I nodded.
“Okay,” he said hoarsely. “Close your lips around the tip and be careful with your teeth. I don’t mind it a bit rougher, but don’t chew on it.”
I snorted, then nerves made me go quiet. Luca’s fingers slipped through my hair until they came to rest on the back of my head. He didn’t push me, but from the way he tensed I could tell he wanted to. I took the tip into my mouth. He was thick, and I had to be careful not to graze him with my teeth. His tip was slightly salty, but not in a bad way.
“Now swirl your tongue around it. Yes, just like that.” He watched me, his jaw clenched. “Take a bit more of me into your mouth and move your head up and down. Now suck as you move. Yes, fuck.” His hips bucked when I was as far as I could take him, driving his erection even further inside. I gagged and pulled back, coughing.
He stroked my hair. “Fuck, sorry.” He rubbed his thumb over my lips. “I’ll try to stay still.”
Instead of taking him back into my mouth, I licked him from his base to the tip. He groaned. “Is that okay?” I whispered before doing it again.
“Fuck yes.”
I took my time licking every inch of him, but especially his tip. I loved the feel of it against my tongue.
“This feels really fucking good, but I really want to come.”
I glanced up uncertainly. I could come when he stroked and licked me gently. Did he need it rougher? Would he need it rough during sex too? Grace’s stupid words jumped into my head again, but I
