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Authors: Carol Davis
“He’s got the most god-like ass I’ve ever seen.” And he was still all of that—but he looked a little taller than Allison remembered, a little more sure of himself.
He was fully erect and ready, and smiling.
She realized, suddenly, that he wanted her to admire him. To be appreciative of what he was offering her.
Men , she thought with amusement.
She took hold of the hem of her shirt to pull it over her head, but he was beside her on the bed before she could do that.
“Let me,” he murmured.
He gathered handfuls of the shirt and, bit by bit, eased it up her body and off. Then he laid her down, slipped off her shoes, and teasingly wiggled her jeans down over her hips.
Really, it wasn’t taking all that long, but the wait was agonizing. How he could stand it, she had no idea.
When she was lying there in her bra and panties, he sat back again for another long look. She thought about grabbing him and pulling him down on top of her, but the look on his face was so full of awe and wonder that she couldn’t find it in her to interrupt him.
She’d caught him like that a couple of times, back at the apartment in the middle of the night—sitting there looking at her as if he thought she was something truly fantastic, a dream come to life. At the time, she’d thought it was a little silly.
Now…
Now, it was exactly what she needed.
She pushed herself up to sit beside him and gently caressed his shoulders, his arms, his neck.
“You said no,” he whispered.
He sounded sad. Where had that come from, she wondered? In the middle of all this, he was going to stop and mourn the fact that they’d broken up four years ago? Instead of putting to good use that cock he was so proud of?
“Luca…”
“Will you say no this time too?”
Rather than answer, she unfastened her bra and tossed it aside, then guided his hands to her breasts.
He hesitated at first. Then something seemed to shift inside him, and he growled softly. An actual growl, a sound that made her grin because it sounded both playful and incredibly serious.
He took firm hold of her, squeezing, rubbing, pinching her nipples between his fingers.
The heat that had begun to build in her core the moment she saw him outside her old house had grown exponentially, becoming more and more demanding, almost as if it had an actual voice. She couldn’t wait for him to move on from her breasts; breathing in little gasps, she leaned in and captured his mouth with her own, grabbing his hair and the back of his neck so he couldn’t get away.
He didn’t even try; instead, he plunged in to deepen the kiss, stroking her tongue and lips with the tip of his tongue as he moved his hands around to her backside. Somehow, without breaking the kiss, he got her panties off and laid her down on the bed again.
That odd sadness was completely gone.
He tipped his head back a little and inhaled deeply—took in more air than she thought his lungs could possibly hold. His eyes were half-closed, and there was simple, sweet delight in his expression.
In a room that smelled like bleach.
The thought made Allison giggle a little. One of Luca’s eyebrows twitched at the sound, and he growled again. She recognized the tone of it this time: he intended to play, to attack her like a puppy, rolling and tumbling, all loose limbs and lips and teeth that never bit too hard. With that growl rumbling in his chest, he spread her legs apart and dipped his head so he could lap at the soft folds of her sex.
Again and again, his licking both gentle and determined. Then his tongue dipped in deep for a taste, and a bolt of pleasure shot up through her core.
Oh, God, yes…
It was as if they’d never been apart. He knew exactly what to do, how much pressure to apply, what rhythm she liked best. That tongue of his was pure magic, and with each stroke he brought her closer and closer to her peak.
Then he leaned back and sat up.
“Luca, noooo,” she groaned, trying to grab him to pull him
He was fully erect and ready, and smiling.
She realized, suddenly, that he wanted her to admire him. To be appreciative of what he was offering her.
Men , she thought with amusement.
She took hold of the hem of her shirt to pull it over her head, but he was beside her on the bed before she could do that.
“Let me,” he murmured.
He gathered handfuls of the shirt and, bit by bit, eased it up her body and off. Then he laid her down, slipped off her shoes, and teasingly wiggled her jeans down over her hips.
Really, it wasn’t taking all that long, but the wait was agonizing. How he could stand it, she had no idea.
When she was lying there in her bra and panties, he sat back again for another long look. She thought about grabbing him and pulling him down on top of her, but the look on his face was so full of awe and wonder that she couldn’t find it in her to interrupt him.
She’d caught him like that a couple of times, back at the apartment in the middle of the night—sitting there looking at her as if he thought she was something truly fantastic, a dream come to life. At the time, she’d thought it was a little silly.
Now…
Now, it was exactly what she needed.
She pushed herself up to sit beside him and gently caressed his shoulders, his arms, his neck.
“You said no,” he whispered.
He sounded sad. Where had that come from, she wondered? In the middle of all this, he was going to stop and mourn the fact that they’d broken up four years ago? Instead of putting to good use that cock he was so proud of?
“Luca…”
“Will you say no this time too?”
Rather than answer, she unfastened her bra and tossed it aside, then guided his hands to her breasts.
He hesitated at first. Then something seemed to shift inside him, and he growled softly. An actual growl, a sound that made her grin because it sounded both playful and incredibly serious.
He took firm hold of her, squeezing, rubbing, pinching her nipples between his fingers.
The heat that had begun to build in her core the moment she saw him outside her old house had grown exponentially, becoming more and more demanding, almost as if it had an actual voice. She couldn’t wait for him to move on from her breasts; breathing in little gasps, she leaned in and captured his mouth with her own, grabbing his hair and the back of his neck so he couldn’t get away.
He didn’t even try; instead, he plunged in to deepen the kiss, stroking her tongue and lips with the tip of his tongue as he moved his hands around to her backside. Somehow, without breaking the kiss, he got her panties off and laid her down on the bed again.
That odd sadness was completely gone.
He tipped his head back a little and inhaled deeply—took in more air than she thought his lungs could possibly hold. His eyes were half-closed, and there was simple, sweet delight in his expression.
In a room that smelled like bleach.
The thought made Allison giggle a little. One of Luca’s eyebrows twitched at the sound, and he growled again. She recognized the tone of it this time: he intended to play, to attack her like a puppy, rolling and tumbling, all loose limbs and lips and teeth that never bit too hard. With that growl rumbling in his chest, he spread her legs apart and dipped his head so he could lap at the soft folds of her sex.
Again and again, his licking both gentle and determined. Then his tongue dipped in deep for a taste, and a bolt of pleasure shot up through her core.
Oh, God, yes…
It was as if they’d never been apart. He knew exactly what to do, how much pressure to apply, what rhythm she liked best. That tongue of his was pure magic, and with each stroke he brought her closer and closer to her peak.
Then he leaned back and sat up.
“Luca, noooo,” she groaned, trying to grab him to pull him