Luca’s body turned rigid, eyes hard. “She died.” He turned his face away, jaw flexing. “That’s not the kind of thing I want to talk about tonight.”
His rebuke stung. I wanted to get closer to him, wanted to get to know more sides of him, but it was clear he wouldn’t let me. I nodded.
Luca removed his hand from my butt and slowly trailed it over my hip, then lower until he reached my inner thigh. He slipped under my bikini bottoms, rubbing his finger along my folds. I should have pushed him away, but instead I opened my legs a bit wider. Luca nuzzled my neck, then drew back. He hooked the fingers of his other hand under my bikini top and pulled it down. My breast sprang free, gooseflesh covering my skin and my nipple erect from the contact with the cold breeze.
Luca made a sound low in his throat as he stared at my chest. Then he bowed low and sucked my nipple into his mouth and at the same time rubbed his thumb over my clit. I cried out from the sensation. He growled against my skin and released my nipple with an audible pop. His gaze snapped up to me as his tongue lavished my nub. I tried to look away, but he snarled. “No. Look at me.”
And I did. I watched my nipple disappear in his mouth once more, watched him as he teased it with his tongue, his hungry gray eyes on me. He bit down gently and my hips bucked against his hand still teasing my folds. Release shuddered through my body. Luca pulled back lightning fast, gripped my hips and lifted me onto the edge of the Jacuzzi.
“Luca, what—” Luca tore my bikini bottoms off me, pretty much ripping them in half. I gasped and tried to close my legs, but Luca positioned himself between them, shoved my legs as far apart as possible and lowered his head.
I gasped again, horrified and stunned and…oh God. Luca ran his tongue all the way from my opening up to my clit.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled.
My eyes darted around. What if people saw? Only part of the Jacuzzi was encompassed by a screen, but Luca sucked my outer lips into his mouth and I didn’t care anymore.
“Look at me,” he ordered against my folds, the feel of his breath against my heated flesh making me shudder. I peered down, my skin burning with embarrassment and arousal as I met his gaze. His eyes locked on mine, he slowly slid his tongue between my folds. I moaned.
“You are mine,” he said harshly. He licked me again more firmly but even slower. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I said breathlessly. His thumbs parted me even further, revealing my small pink nub. He released a low breath, a smirk curling his lips. I wanted him to touch me there, wanted nothing more. He leaned forward, eyes on me, and circled his tongue around my nub. I whimpered, my hand shooting out and grabbing Luca’s hair. I came violently, shuddering and crying out, writhing against Luca’s lips.
He didn’t stop. He was relentless. I threw my head back, staring up at the night sky. Luca didn’t tell me to look at him this time. But I could hear everything he was doing. How he sucked and licked, how he hummed with approval, how he blew against my heated flesh, then licked again. My entire body was aflame, shaking. I couldn’t take much more, but Luca pushed his tongue into me and I came, my muscle clenching around him. I squeezed my eyes shut, my back arching off the cold marble. I was so wet. How could anyone be so wet? The sounds of Luca lapping at me were wrong but they aroused me like nothing ever had.
Luca pulled his tongue out as the last spikes of my orgasm wrecked me. Before I knew what was happening, I felt his finger against my opening and he slid it almost all the way in. The intrusion was foreign and unexpected. I jerked and gasped from the pain. My body became rigid as I tried to catch my breath. I’d never even used tampons because they were too uncomfortable and because my mother worried I might accidentally rupture my hymen.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, Aria.”
I flattened my palms against the Jacuzzi rim, trying to relax. Water sloshed as Luca moved out of the water to lean over me, his finger still in me. I bit my lip but didn’t look at him.
“Hey,” he said in a rough voice. I met his gaze. “I should have entered more slowly, but you were so wet.”
I nodded but didn’t say anything. I couldn’t get over the feeling of his finger in me. It didn’t move, but it was there, filling me. Luca kissed my lips. His eyes were darker than I’d ever seen them and filled with so much want and hunger that it scared and aroused me at the same time.
“Does it still hurt?” he rasped.
I shifted my hip slightly, trying to find words for the sensation. “It’s uncomfortable and it burns a bit.” I flushed.
Luca licked my lips, then sucked the lower part 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.” It was 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.”