No reply came from Luca, and as I was just about to stand up and look at him, his muscled and warm front plastered to my back, his hands sliding through to cup my breasts.
“The doctor said you have to wear the sling when not in bed or sitting down,” he murmured, his lips resting at the back of my neck.
“No, you said that. We compromised, remember? No sex last night, and I don’t have to wear it sitting down or in bed, but I have to wear it to work and no driving until my stitches come out.” I tried and failed not to moan when his fingers slipped down the front of my top and found my breasts bare. Bent over this way gave him good access under the tight corset.
“I don’t remember seeing this top before.” His fingers inched lower and lower until one finger brushed my nipple.
“Bought it yesterday,” I hummed again, “I don’t need to wear a bra with it.”
“So I see.”
A fire burned in my belly, sliding down to my core, my pussy reacting the way she always did when Luca played with my nipples.
“Are you wet for me, baby?” His mouth brushed my ear and caused a flutter of sparks in my stomach.
“Achingly wet.” My response whimpered and breathy. Last night Luca stuck to his guns and only cuddled me all night, refusing to let me move the lower half of my body by banding one arm around my midriff and one firmly holding onto my hip. I had to admit I was sore and extremely tired after the adrenaline of the accident wore off, and the meds took hold, but still having Luca in bed and no access to his dick was just wrong.
“Stand up and let me check.” Bringing my upper body up, he slowly and carefully turned me in his arms.
“I thought we couldn’t?”
“We aren’t, I am making sure my girl will be ready for me tonight,” he smirked as his hands went to my jeans and deftly unbuttoned and unzipped them.
His long, thick fingers traced lazily inside the opening of my pants, stilling briefly when he discovered I forgot to put an article of clothing on.
“No bra, no panties. Don’t think for a second that you are leaving the house without underwear, Meadow,” Luca growled, slipping lower to rub my clit with agonisingly slow circles.
“You haven’t found out if I am wet or not,” I moaned, pumping my hips and standing on my toes to get him to stop teasing me and get that finger where I needed it.
“Oh, I can feel how wet you are baby, your juices are everywhere.”
“Yeah, but if you go inside, you will really confirm it,” I argued, desperate for more.
“Does my stunner need to come, does she?” Luca murmured again, now his lips at my neck, sucking deeply on the tender skin and leaving a mark, no doubt.
Luca’s mark.
“Yes, she does!” I cried out when suddenly one beautiful thick digit breached my entrance all the way to the knuckle, my soaking wet channel sucking it in deep.
“Fuck Meadow, you are so responsive, so fucking sexy creaming all over my hand.” Luca’s voice deepened to the point where I was having trouble understanding him. Blood roared in my ears, making it harder to concentrate on listening for the arrival of Luca’s mother and sisters.
“Please, please let me touch you,” I begged pitifully. Luca had me positioned, so my sore arm was folding between our chests, my other one gripping onto the opened fridge door for support.
“Feel what I am doing to you, Meadow, give me what I want, and later you get my cock. Any way you want it.”
My body stilled at his promise, loving the possibilities floating around in my head.
“Any way?”
“Yeah baby, whatever and however you want. Now focus on coming for me, beautiful.” Luca continued his fingering, slipping another digit in to join the other one.
So full and so close, I ramped up my hip thrusts, his palm smashing against my clit.
“I want to suck your cock, and I want you straddling my chest and feeding me your monster shaft fucking my mouth until you spill all your cum down my throat.” My scream muffled the last word, my orgasm barrelled through my core. Luca groaned, mumbling into my neck how much he loved me and my dirty mouth. Both of us were so lost in each other neither of us heard the front door open until it was too late.
“Luca Massimo! Your mother is here, son.” A slightly accented voice tweeted like a snobby bird.
Luckily my back was to the kitchen island, making it easy for Luca to pull his finger out of my pussy, his mouth slamming down on mine to muffle my moan, then gently pushed me back behind the fridge door so I could fix myself up without being seen.
Staring at his glossy wet fingers, I saw his internal debate whether to lick them but hearing the sounds of high heels clacking on the hardwood floors, he dashed to the sink and turned on the tap. Looking over my shoulder while trying to do up my jeans one-handed again, I giggled at the mournful look on his face as he washed away his handiwork.
“Don’t panic, Spunk, you will get plenty to taste late,” I teased him in a hushed whisper.
“Minx. Mum!” Luca changed his tone from devilishly sexy to something I’d never heard from him before.
“Hello darling son, oh how I have missed you.” Still hidden behind the Kelvinator and still quaking from my orgasm, I couldn’t see the face to whom the voice belonged.
“Don’t be silly, Mum, you saw me two days ago,” Luca answered in that weird and disturbing good boy voice.
“Yes, but I am accustomed to seeing you regularly, every day, but apparently, you have other plans that keep you occupied and unavailable.”
Accustomed? Unavailable? Did this woman use a thesaurus,
