Page 141 of All at Once

“No, I’ve never used a vibrator.” I sigh at the reminder of yet another thing I’ve never experienced. “I’m sure at this point you don’t even believe me.” His brows crease. “I’ve always wanted to try one, but I’ve just been scared. Scared to order one, scared to talk to my friends about how to use it, and just—I want to, but I don’t know how to even explain any of this to you Luca.”

His hand on my leg moves over to my fingers, holding them softly. “Jasmine, I don’t need any explanation. I believe everything you’ve told me, and anything that you want to try, I’m here for you if I can be of any help. Not everyone even enjoys using vibrators,but they’re just another thing that could help you when you touch yourself. Oh, and never underestimate lube,” Luca adds facetiously, making me laugh softly, his phrasing helping alleviate my nerves. “Licking your finger before you put it inside you can also help.”

“I can try that.” I lick my index finger while unintentionally meeting his eyes, spotting the intensity yet self-control in them, not imagining I can feelanywetter than I am right now.

He slowly stretches my legs before instructing, “Trace your inner lips. Softly and slowly.”

I do as he says and feel a blissful sensation that’s different from anything I’ve given myself before. Luca must notice my abrupt shift in breathing as he bites down on his lip, watching me. I feel a smile tug at the corner of my mouth. I know I’m already enjoying this, and to see that he’s enjoying it also is making this moment even hotter.

“Have you orgasmed like this before?” he asks, flicking his eyes to mine as I continue.

My breath hitches at the intense eye contact. “Yes,” I admit.

He chuckles, but it comes out low and choked. “What do you need me for then?”

“Trust me, this is better than it’s ever felt.” This is probably attributed tohowhe’s watching me. As if he can’t wait to step in and show me things that will feel evenbetterthan this.

“Good.” He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, as it seems like he’s trying to regain his composure. “Now use your index finger to rub your clit at the pace that you like.”

A satisfied moan leaves my lips watching Luca’s subtle shift in posture once my finger moves to my clit as he continues, “Take your other hand and move your middle finger closer toward you.” Then my head falls back at the combination of sensations, especially with better access with both of my hands now.

As my moan grows in intensity, he adds, “Try inserting just the tip of your finger while slowing your movements against your clit to a steadier pace.”

“But Luca, I’m going to come—”

“That’s good. It’ll make you wetter.” His throat flexes, seeing my mouth drop open like this for the first time.

When the orgasm hits me a moment later, I try moving my finger closer, but when I feel the spot I can’t get past, my brows furrow and Luca intervenes.

“Take a deep breath.” He looks into my eyes after I’ve calmed down a bit and tells me exactly what I’m worried about. “If you’re worried you’re going to hurt yourself, you’re not.” After seeing my frustrated expression his tone becomes more serious. “Do you want to stop?”

I quickly shake my head. “No.”

He nods and then lifts my hips up gently. “Okay, try again now.” I slowly try moving my finger back to the same spot, and the angle already feels easier to navigate. Then he surprises me when he moves his mouth between my thighs and adds, “Don’t stop until you want to.”

As my finger slowly moves closer, my back immediately arches from his bed when I feel him start to suck on my clit.

“Luca—” I hum.

If in a single moment you could somehow feel that recognizable, blissful feeling in every corner of your skin, this would bethatmoment.

He looks up from between my legs and asks so innocently, “Does that feel good?”

Heknowsthat it does, and yet he still asks. So of course,that’sthe moment my finger finally pushes inside me as my eyes open wide. I’m in disbelief at how I not only managed to do this, butmore so that itactuallyfeels good. I don’t know if it’s the sensation itself or how he’s looking at me as he recommends, “Try curling your finger toward your stomach in slow, steady strokes.”

Still keeping my hips at an elevated angle, he moves his lips onto mine as I continue to moan into his mouth. “I think I’m going to come again,” I finally blurt out.

I’m so distracted by how good this feels that keeping my other finger on my clit must have slipped my mind when he replaces my finger with his, making me whimper at how he manages to find the same rhythm I had a second ago. As my finger also picks up its pace, he suggests, “Ride your finger for a stronger orgasm.”

I do as he says, and I hate how he’s right most of the time.

“Luca,” I call out as the wave of ecstasy runs through me.

When my middle finger is covered in the aftermath of my orgasm shortly after, I wonder what I should do.

Luca must also notice my bewildered expression. “May I?” he offers smugly before he licks my fingers so seductively. “You taste so fucking good.”

I bite down on my bottom lip, tilting my neck up. “I just came twice. Give a girl a break, okay.”

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