Page 75 of Tempting Me

He moves my hips faster and faster.

“Luca,” I whisper into his ear. “You …”

My words fade into the night air as tingles course through my body.

This man is about to make me come by rubbing me against this cock in the water. I’ve never come like this. My brain is scattered. I normally have to be focused and concentrate on my orgasm, but right now all I can think about is his hands and his lips and the way he’s breathing in my air.

“Luca,” I repeat again, because for the life of me I can’t think of words.

“I know, baby, I hear you. I’m not letting you go until you get what you need.”

I close my eyes, my nipples hardening at his promise, and just when I think it can’t get any better, one of his hands slinks between my legs, moving my underwear to the side and sliding his fingers inside of me.

“Oh, god, yes, please. Don’t stop. Please.”

“Fuck, you’re begging. I love it. Tell me what you need, baby. Ride my fingers. Take what you want from me, and if it’s not enough when you’re done, I’ll slide my cock inside of you and fuck you until it is.”

And just like that, my body convulses and my orgasm runs through my veins, screaming as if it never wants this feeling to end. My skin is on fire as he sets off every part of me.

I bite Luca’s shoulder as wave after wave of release rushes through me, and after I feel confident that I can take over the control of my body once more, I slowly lift my head.

I don’t have time to consider what the look in his eyes means before he’s kissing me again.

He pulls back and rests his forehead against mine.

“Feel better?” he asks, and I laugh.

“Much.”

“Good.”

I let the water float me, and reach between us. I grip him in my hand, but he stops me.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to,” I say before he can go on. “I don’t need the whole ‘this is about you and only you and a lady should never have to blah. Blah’ bullshit, Luca. Let me touch you.”

He smirks, licks his lips, and nods.

“Whatever you want, baby. It’s yours.”

God, I didn’t know how much I’d love it when he says things like that to me.

I stroke him, keeping our gazes locked.

I start slowly, letting my thumb run over the tip, and I can’t help but smile the moment his eyes roll back.

“Do you like that?” I repeat his words back to him.

“Fuck, Shay, don’t talk dirty to me.”

“Why? You don’t want to hear the way I love how you feel in my hand?”

He groans.

“How you made me come harder than anyone before you.”

Another groan.

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