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“Luca, we can’t?—”
"We can. We will.” I run my hands down her sides again. “Unless you tell me to stop. Do you want me to stop, Lily?”
She bites her lip, hesitating. Then, almost imperceptibly, she shakes her head.
“Turn over,” I command softly.
With trembling hands, she obeys, clutching the sheet to her chest as she rolls onto her back. I gently pry her fingers loose, pulling the sheet away to reveal her perfect breasts, her flat stomach, the lace panties she still wears.
“Beautiful,” I murmur, pouring more oil into my palms. I start at her shoulders again, working my way down to her breasts. Her nipples harden under my touch, and she arches slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“Quiet, remember?” I remind her, circling her nipples with my thumbs.
She nods, biting her lip harder as I continue my exploration of her body. When I reach the waistband of her panties, I look up, meeting her eyes. The desire I see there matches my own.
I hook my fingers into the lace and slowly pull them down her legs, revealing the trimmed dark curls between her thighs. She’s already wet, her arousal evident.
“Spread your legs for me, baby girl.”
Her thighs part hesitantly, then wider as my hands encourage them. I kneel between them, my face level with her pussy.
“Luca,” she whispers, half-warning, half-plea.
I respond by lowering my mouth to her center, tasting her for the first time in days. She gasps, her hands flying to my hair, not pushing me away but pulling me closer. Her taste is intoxicating—sweet, musky, and uniquely hers.
I work her with my tongue, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that makes her squirm. Her thighs tense around my head as I suck gently on her clit, then use my tongue to trace patterns that have her fighting to stay quiet.
“Oh God,” she whispers, her voice strained. “Luca, I can’t?—”
I slide a finger inside her, then two, feeling how tight she is around me. It’ll take me months of stretching this pussy out before she stops feeling like a fucking virgin.
Her breathing becomes more ragged as I work her with both my mouth and my fingers, curling them to find the spot that makes her back arch off the table. I can feel her getting close, her inner walls clenching around my fingers.
"That’s it, baby girl,” I murmur against her wet flesh. “Come for me. Let me taste you.”
She comes with a muffled cry, her hand pressed against her mouth, her body shuddering beneath me. I don’t stop, drawingout her pleasure until she’s trembling, pushing weakly at my shoulders.
“Too much,” she gasps. “I can’t... too sensitive.”
I rise, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, looking down at her flushed face, her heavy-lidded eyes. She’s never looked more beautiful than she does right now, marked by the pleasure I’ve given her.
“This is just the beginning,” I tell her, my voice rough with desire. “You think you need time? Fine. But don’t tell me you don’t want this—want me.”
She stares up at me, still catching her breath. “I never said I didn’t want you,” she whispers. “I said it was complicated.”
I lean down, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss, letting her taste herself on my lips. “Life is complicated, baby girl. But this—” I take her hand and press it against my hard length “—this is simple.”
A knock at the door makes us both freeze.
“Lily?” Her mother’s voice calls from the hallway. “Are you almost finished? Our facial appointments are in fifteen minutes.”
Without missing a beat, Lily shouts back. “I’ve increased my massage time, Mom, and cancelled my facial. I’ll catch up afterwards.”
That’s my girl.
Chapter 20
Luca
