Blue Roses(21)

He’s exploring my upper body the same way I did his, with the notable exception of extra fumbling to remove my bra. Also, he takes about ten times longer on my chest as I did on his.

He pulls me to him and we kiss, our bare chests pressing together. I pull away enough to graze my hard nipples from side to side against his chest.

He groans and closes his eyes. “Do that again.”

I do it again, and he moans. More heavenly chest vibrations rumble through us.

His eyes flick open. Staring at my lips, he says, “I brought you flowers, wine, jewelry, and also condoms. They’re in my other pocket.”

“We should play Scrabble.”

He smiles, still looking at my mouth. “I’ll play whatever you like. Your house, your rules. No expectations.”

“How many did you bring?”

He looks up into my eyes, his eyebrows high with surprise. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

I look down at my panties, and his jeans. I reach for the button on his jeans, but pull my hands away. I’m so nervous, suddenly. Usually, guys are trying to get their clothes off the minute you start kissing. Luca has so much restraint, it worries me.

What if he’s good at sex, but I’m the terrible one? I don’t know any fancy moves.

“You’re thinking,” he says. “You disappeared up into your head.”

“Luca, I don’t have any fancy moves.”

He moves and places his hand between my legs, cupping his fingers under me. His warm palm presses down on top of my panties, and he begins to lightly massage me.

His voice low and growling, he says, “Fancy is overrated. The best way is simple. You see something you like, you rub it, kiss it, lick it.”

I close my eyes and relax into his touch. He keeps moving his palm, the movement almost circular. Soon, I’m rocking my hips and pressing against him.

When I’m ready, I jump back off his lap, whip off the underwear, and return to straddling him.

“You do that like a gymnast,” he says, his voice low and thick. “Like I’m your pommel horse.”

“You are my pommel horse.”

“I’ll be your anything.”

He puts his hand right back, this time bare skin on skin. The pleasure is almost unbearable.

His fingers slide, moving deeper, until they’re slipping in and out of me. I lean forward against him. With his other hand, he lifts up my hair so he can kiss my neck.

His mouth on my neck and his fingers inside me is nearly heaven, but I want more.

For the second time, I reach for the button of his jeans. This time, my hands are powerful and sure. I open the button and wrestle down the zipper.

“Hang on.”

He pulls his hand away from between my legs and holds onto the back of my hips. His strong thighs flex underneath me, and he lifts me up. After a little awkwardness, he gets a square packet pulled from his pocket, and then pushes his jeans down and off, along with his boxer shorts.

I’m shy about looking down, now that we’re naked.

We return to sitting. We’re still on the couch, and haven’t folded out the bed. It doesn’t matter. This desire can’t wait for pulling off cushions and folding out beds.

I reach between us cautiously and touch him. He’s long and hard. There’s so much, and it gets harder with each squeeze and caress.

He pushes my hand away, and rolls on the condom. I glance down, amazed it all fits in there.

When I look up again, he’s gazing into my eyes. His expression seems to say something daring. If you’re impressed now, wait ’til you see what I can do with it.

I give him a look of my own. Bring it on.

We start kissing again, and I slide my chest up the length of his chest, standing up on my knees. I reach behind his shoulders and grab onto the back of the couch.

This is happening.

I move my hips forward. The tip is slippery from the lube on the condom, and I giggle as he slips around at first. With a minor adjustment, he’s in place. Still hanging onto the back of the sofa with both hands, I breathe slowly as I ease myself down.

He rocks his hips, pulsing, but not pushing.

Fireworks start to go off inside me.

I’m not even all the way down, and it’s incredible.

He kisses my neck slowly and thoroughly.

Sliding down all the way feels good. Do I remember how to do this?

After a few wiggles, my body starts to move without any heavy thinking involved.

His big hands squeeze me around the hips. His thumbs wrap around the front, across my hip bones, and his fingers reach down to the middle of my butt cheeks.

I’ve never been gripped like this. I look down in amazement at his arms. His biceps ripple and bulge.

He nods his head forward, breathing heavily, and presses his face into my chest.