Page 70 of Attraction (Mobsters + Billionaires 3)
“Mm. Then other things will feel wonderful too when you’re ready for them.”
He shifts from a single finger to a broad-spectrum stroke, all four of his fingers pressing up and down my crease.
To have Luca’s fingers in such an intimate space, to be able to relax into his expertise…maybe I wasn’t missing out after all. Maybe I was waiting for a man who knew what he was doing.
As nervous as I was to touch him, he wants to experience what I experience in this shower. I do know how I like to be touched, so I hold him the way I hold myself and speed up the strokes, stepping us closer to the spray.
He grunts and thrusts into my hand, and I work with his movements, fascinated as his balls tighten against his body. His thighs shake, and he slides his hand around my hip in a bruising grip.
He’s so close.
Grinning, I pull his cock back into the strong jet of water, and he shouts, thrusting against it, pulsing so strongly in my hand that my own cock twitches again.
“Too much, too much,” he finally pants, and I release him.
I turn off the jets with the press of a button, and he collapses into me, breathing hard as he smiles into my shoulder.
“That was perfection. Your hands…the water pressure…so perfect, little bird. So, so good.”
Pride fills my chest, something I never thought I’d feel about my skills with another person. A few more of the fears I’ve carried with me for so long die in his presence.
He pulls me into a hug, and we stand there for several minutes under the rain shower, holding on to one another. Finally, after we’ve gone pruney, I lead us out of the shower and hand him a fluffy towel.
He kisses me between drying off his chest and wiping down his legs, and eventually, we abandon the towels on the bathroom floor and stumble to the bed, wrapped in each other.
He complains about the bed being too high but yanks back the covers and hauls me up with him, cocooning us in warmth as soon as we’re notched together.
I plaster myself against him, stealing all of his touches, needing his skin on mine, suddenly so aware of the years without human contact. Scratch that, the years withouthim.
“Honey,” he says, kissing the top of my head. “I don’t think you can get any closer to me.”
“Shush. I can try.” I burrow even closer to prove it’s possible. “I’d crawl inside your chest if I could.”
He chuckles. “That would kill me.”
“Okay, then…whatever’s just shy of killing you. That’s what I want.”
“Alright, baby. I’ll see what I can do.”
Exhaustion from theeverythingof today takes me under, and I fall asleep, smiling and plastered to my mobster.
19
LUCA
I waketo tiny little kitten licks on my nipples. I groan and stretch, cupping the back of Ford’s head.
“Someone’s feeling frisky this morning.”
He grins and tests out his teeth on the sensitive skin.
“Bite down. I like it,” I mumble sleepily, letting my hand drift down the pretty arch of his back.
He does as asked, and I hiss, loving that I’m his experiment.
There’s only one problem. My cock is swollen, rock hard, and I have to piss like a racehorse. Still, I endure the sweet torture a bit longer to see the smile on his face whenever something he does draws a groan or makes my cock jump.
Finally unable to ignore my needs, I pull him up for a quick peck, then rappel off the damn high bed and walk naked to the bathroom. His cute little whistle follows me, and the confidence I see in him fills me with pride, possession, and something far more dangerous.
