Page 116 of Back Room Host

And then he began to move. Slowly, tenderly. He whispered kisses on my neck, mouth, and cheek over and over again. His touches were feather-light, so familiar and so intense. I bathed in his fire. His love. I yearned for him and wanted more.

More Luca.

I scratched over his strong back with my nails, craving more, almost desperate. As he grazed that spot inside me, my body trembled, and I whimpered, writhing beneath him, completely at his mercy.

He drove me crazy. The feelings and emotions he elicited from me were indescribable. Too intense. He blew my mind.

With a shaky hand, I swept it over my neck, and then slid it between us. I touched my penis and rubbed it. Masturbated harder and harder. I could only think about coming.

“Shit, you’re so hot,” Luca said.

In an instant, he sat up, his hands cramming into the backs of my knees as he lifted my legs higher.

What happened next was overwhelming. Full of emotion, yet still hard, he increased the pace and thrust into me again and again. My brain shut off. I let go and gripped the pillow with both hands.

“Oh fuck! Yes! Don’t stop!”

“Come for me, Juri. Let go and come for me.”

He kept stimulating my pleasure spot. I moaned and lost myself, feeling the hot wave rolling in, building up, and pushing me closer to the edge. And then fireworks exploded inside me. My muscles contracted, spasming uncontrollably. All the heat flowed to my core. My pulse raced, and then I ejaculated on my stomach. Over and over as I moaned and cursed. I loved the feeling so much that I smiled.

Luca continued to fuck me at the same rhythm, breathless and unstoppable. His belly slapped against my ass, filling me up more and more. With a dark, veiled appearance, he held me in his spell. Then suddenly, he grimaced and curled up.

“Oh yes, I’m coming. Fuck … hhhh …”

And then I felt it. Inside me. The pulsing, the jerky thrusts, the heat. Luca’s muscles tensed, and his skin glistened with a film of sweat. He was so sexy as he kept ejaculating inside me.

“Fuck!” he said and collapsed on top of me. “That was …”

I wrapped my arms around him and held him against me. “So good.”

“Much better than ever before.”

“Love is pretty cool.”

We were both still coming down, but at the same time, we burst into loud laughter and could hardly stop.

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Juri

“You’re my firefly,” I said, brushing a platinum blond strand from Luca’s forehead. “The most beautiful one I’ve ever seen.”

He lifted his head, looking puzzled. “What are you talking about? A firefly?”

“Yeah. I realized it the first time I saw you behind the bar at the Gothic Party. Among all the black-clad folks, you shone like a firefly.”

“A firefly.” Luca grinned and caressed my cheek. “I’ve always seen you as my muse, but now that I realize I love you …”

“I’m a slut or …” Before I could continue, he put a finger to my lips.

“I don’t care what others think of you. You’re valuable to me. Important. There’s so much in you. So don’t degrade yourself. You’re on your way to becoming a photographer now. How cool is that? You’ve achieved that all by yourself. I wish I were as focused and determined as you. Then I wouldn’t have to struggle with this stupid project anymore.”

I stroked his biceps and gazed at his beautiful lips. It was incredible how comfortable I felt in his arms. And as he nuzzled his face against my neck, I realized he felt the same.

“The film turned out well,” I whispered.

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