Page 93 of The Unraveling

“Ah, my god,” I say, jerking in pleasure at the touch.

He moves down, kissing my chest, touching my breast through my bra, then kissing that same spot on my waist. He drags his mouth across my flat stomach, flicking his tongue a little. He puts a hand flat against my back and brings me even closer to his kiss.

I feel so completely comfortable. Drained, in a nice way, after crying so much, at ease in the arms of this nice, beautiful man, who only wants to make me feel good.

“Do you want me to touch you here?” he asks, gently touching me through my underwear.

I nod. “Yes, please.”

Still through the fabric, he begins to touch me, using his thumb against my clit, planting his ring and middle fingers firmly against my vulva.

I bite my lip and gather the blanket in both of my hands.

He does this until I can’t stand it anymore, and without me needing to tell him, he puts his fingers inside me.

“Fuck,” I scream. “That’s—so—”

He finds my G-spot and I flatten my hands against the mattress, then cover my face with my arms as he finally puts his mouth against my clit, moving the thong to the side.

“That’s good, right there,” I confirm, though it’s clear he knows it’s the right spot.

“You taste so fucking good,” he says. The words themselves would be hot enough, but combined with his accent, I actually feel a wave of orgasm come close. “You’re getting so tight. Fuck.”

I gasp as his mouth envelops me, his tongue moving rhythmically. It’s as gentle and satisfying and plush as his kiss.

“Where’s your vibrator?” he asks.

“I don’t think I need it,” I say.

“Do you want it?”

I think, and then laugh, nod, and point to where it is.

Luca releases me, and the absence of him makes me even hotter for him.

He retrieves it and comes back over, this time with slightly more intensity. He plunges his fingers into me, just the right amount, and then kisses my inner thighs while he turns on the vibrator.

It has a low, quiet hum. I didn’t want something loud. I could be in the same room as someone else and they wouldn’t even know it was on.

He puts it on my clit and I let out an “oh,” while he groans against my thighs.

“You’re so good,” he says.

The silicone head of the vibrator buzzes against me, his fingers move inside me, and he uses his mouth wherever he can.

It’s not long until I feel it coming.

“I’m close,” I say.

“Take your time, baby,” he says. “I could do this all night.”

He really says all the right things. So often, sex feels performative or rushed. Like I have to get there faster than I can or want to.

But I believe Luca when he says to take my time.

I don’t need to. Only a minute after he starts using my vibrator, I feel the warm tsunami start to churn within me, then it all hits the right rhythm at the right time, and I say, “I’m close, I’m close, I’m—”

And then I let out a scream of pleasure. Then another, and another. Then I feel the tsunami again, and I can tell I’m going to climax again.

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