Page 84 of Moonlight & Matrimony
He starts to thrust in and out as I circle my clit with my fingers. I’m already on the precipice, so it only takes a few quick strokes before I’m detonating again. Luca circles his arms around my waist, pulling my upper body flush with his chest, and circling a hand around my neck, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure as he turns my face to take my lips in a passionate kiss. He continues to thrust upward, holding me steady as his cock fills my ass over and over.
He groans and thrusts forward again, once, twice, and then he holds still, grunting out his release. “You’re so perfect,” he growls. “Fucking made for me.”
He pulls out and I fall to my stomach on the bed, his hand skating down my spine in a sweet caress. A moment later, he retreats to the bathroom, coming back with a warm washcloth to clean me up before tossing it into the pile of laundry. Unsurewhere to go from here, I start to walk back to my room when he grabs my arm and spins me in his hold. He gently sweeps my sweat soaked hair out of my face and places a kiss on my temple.
“Come to bed with me,” he whispers. My head is screaming at me to refuse, but my heart is still so consumed by everything we just did — byhim— I allow him to tug me to the foot of the bed where he helps me out of my heels and lingerie. Luca disappears into the closet, another little piece of my heart cracking wide open when he returns with one of his shirts, tugging it over my head. It feels like a claiming as I’m immediately engulfed in his familiar woodsy scent.
He intertwines our fingers and guides me to his bed where we slide in together. My instincts are begging me to keep my distance, but I go willingly when he reaches out and pulls me to his chest. We’re walking a fine line. What started out as a sexy birthday gift for my fake husband has quickly turned down a road I don’t think either of us is ready for.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?”
“A little bit blissed out, I think.”
“Are you sore?”
“No. I just feel… happy.”
“Me too,” he whispers.
I feel the rise and fall of his chest against my palm as I listen to his steady heartbeat beneath my cheek. And in the comfort of his arms, I drift off into a dreamless sleep alongside the man who is carefully piecing my heart back together without even realizing it might already belong to him.
Luca
She’s fucking insatiable. We spend the night wrapped up in each other, sleeping for a few hours before I wake again to her asspressing into my rock hard erection. A soft moan escapes as I slip a hand around her hip to dip my fingers between her thighs. “Good morning, beautiful.” It’s barely 3am, but my body is ready to go again.
“Mmm. You can say that again,” she whispers as she pushes her ass back into my cock. I plunge into her, two fingers deep, as she arches back into me. I continue stroking her until she's panting and writhing, begging for release. “Come for me, Trouble.” My words are all it takes for her to fall apart. I don’t let her come down before removing my fingers, replacing them with my cock as I plunge all the way to the hilt, setting a relentless pace as I chase my own climax.
“Oh god, baby. I’m going to come again.”
“Do it. Come for me.”
I reach between her legs, finding her swollen clit and seconds later she detonates — hard — taking me and my heart right over the edge with her. “You’re everything, Ivy,” I pant. The words escape before I can stop them, but I don’t take them back. I can’t.
She turns in my arms, our faces barely an inch apart, breaths ragged, foreheads locked. I don’t know how long we stay like that until her hand reaches out to cup my cheek, thumb grazing over my bottom lip before she brings her mouth to mine in a slow, languid kiss. It’s not our first kiss. It likely won't be our last, but something feels different. Not better or worse. Just…more.
But there’s no time to process it, as Ivy shoves me onto my back, straddling me. She rocks her hips, grinding her soaked core along my shaft.
“Such a dirty girl. That’s it. Take what you need. Use me.”
Her hands find my chest as she continues to swirl her hips, her face twisted in ecstasy with every sigh and moan. Each jolt of her body sends her breasts swaying, and the sight has my cock hardening again. I raise onto my elbows just enough to bring a pebbled nipple to my lips.
“Fuck. Baby,” she pants.
I gently glide my hand around her head to grip her hair in my fist, exposing her neck for me to lick and suck and bite. Her movements grow more frantic and I know she’s on the edge of her release. Wrapping my arms around her body, I pull her flush against my chest, rolling us so I’m on top. Her eyes are glazed with lust, sending my pulse skyrocketing. I brush my tip along her pussy from ass to clit, then slowly push inside, letting her feel every single inch.
She throws her head back, moaning as I fuck her slowly, deeply. “Eyes on me, sweetheart. Watch what you do to me. How you fucking own me.”
Ivy’s piercing hazel eyes bore into mine, our connection sparking a flame of lust and need and something I’m not quite ready to name. Her body writhes and twists in a desperate plea for salvation — beautiful, hungry, devastating.
“Luca please.”
“Tell me what you need, love.”
“More,” she pleads.
“Harder,” she begs.
“Yes!” she screams.
