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Luca moves to go get a condom as I watch him put it on himself. He has no business making it look that sexy.And yet here we are…

When he positions himself back between my legs, he looks at me with the same wild lust that’s in my eyes. “How turned on are you right now?” he says as he gently holds the back of my neck.

My body moves along with the movements his other hand is tracing all around my neck and collarbone.

If this is his way of making me beg for it, his plan is working.

“I’m falling apart,” I murmur, “in the best possible way.”

“Good.” He grins so arrogantly as I feel him open my legs wider than he’s done so far, noting how good the stretch feels after his fingers were already inside me. He must notice my moan just at this when his fingers trace my breasts before slowly tickling down my body again as he asks, “You know that first day that we went surfing how you were wearing that lime bikini?”

“Yes.” I push my chest even more toward him to touch while he lifts my hips up at the same elevated angle from before.

His thumb barely presses against my sharp nipple as he reveals, “I don’t know if I should be admitting this to you, but I thought about you later that night.”

“And?” I ask before I let out an extended, more blissful moan when I feel the tip of his cock slide into me.

“When I touched myself,” he confesses.

My moan grows so loud that I almost don’t even notice how he’s moved in more, but slowly as he tries to make sure my body comfortably wraps around his.

As he slides in a little deeper, my sighs turn into a slight discomfort at the stretch that was previously comfortable. Luca notices my shift in breathing through my furrowed brows and looks at me with such care and attention that it’s enough to help the discomfort evaporate a bit. “Do you want me to stop, Jasmine?” he asks intently.

Saying my name almost takes me over the edge. “No, don’t stop,” I quickly reply.

“Just take a deep breath.” The softness in his eyes quiets the panic that was about to trickle in as I exhale. He traces over my cheek with his thumb and reassures, “Try and relax.”

While processing this new feeling, I’m also reminded of how satisfying his weight feels over mine. Trying to balance these varying sensations simultaneously, I run my fingers through his hair and challenge, “Make me.”

He smirks then moves his fingers down to my clit again, massaging it at the perfect rhythm before he continues moving inside me, though slowly. As the tension in my shoulders relaxes, the discomfort quickly disappears to which I immediately request, “More, Luca.”

He stretches my legs and lifts my hips a bit more before he barely goes further inside. “Is that too much?”

I shake my head. “No, it’s good.”

When his hands move over to grip onto my hips, my fingers move to my clit, wanting,needingthat sensation while he’s inside me. Luca watches me for a few seconds, swallows hard, and then covers my hand with his. He pins my wrist against the sheets as he replaces my fingers with his against my clit. “Right now, that’s myjob,” he rasps into my ear.

“Then do your job,” I tease. I feel myself becoming more confident in asking for what I want. And Ilovehow it feels.

He listens thoroughly as he also moves in to kiss my neck.My boy is a multi-tasker. And a great one at that I might add.

Then I feel him go in just slightly more as he looks at me tensely. I pull his lips into mine, realizing how hard he’s trying not to show his own pleasure to make sure my needs are being met. Knowing just how much he’s also enjoying this is turning me on even more. And so as his mouth is pressed against mine, my first instinct is to take him by the tongue, craving this feeling suddenly. When I do, I feel him moan into my mouth, confirming to me that he is feeling a lot better than he wants to let on.

Luca’s eyes shut for a second. “You feelsogood.”

“What part of me?” I tease.

He grunts between his words, “Your mouth, your pussy, your skin.All of you.”

His response only adds to my desperate sounds as he slides the rest of the way into me, until he’s filled me completely. “You’re so warm,” he groans.

My head falls back when his movements are so slow that I can’t figure out if it’s the best sensation I’ve ever felt or if it’s uncomfortable at all. Maybe both.

And then suddenly itallturns into the single most shattering sensation. Like smaller waves of pleasure that end only to extend into new heights that slowly keep building.And building…

“Look at me,” he demands.

I listen.

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