He looked at my expression and gently placed a strand of hair behind my ear. “They were all much younger than me. I came quite quickly, but the others didn’t follow until seven years later.”
I swept my thumb against his lip. “Was that on purpose?”
Luca searched my eyes. I knew he was finding it difficult to talk about. “No. I think my mama had a difficult time with me, and it just took them a long time to conceive again.”
Breathing him in again, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I asked Luca to make love to me. He smelt too good for words. He looked too good for words.
“I’m going to freshen up. I’ll be right back.” Racing to the bathroom, I had a quick wash and thoroughly brushed my teeth.
I walked back in and Luca looked up. “Feeling better?” Luca’s appreciative eyes greeted me from the bed.
“Yes, thank you.” I crawled on my hands and knees to straddle him again.
“So, you’re not going to leave me now?” His question caught me off guard.
“Of course not. Why should I?”
Looking stern, he grabbed my hips. “I’m a murderer, Clara.”
I kissed him lightly on the lips and stroked his face. “You were justified in what you did.”
Captivating my eyes with his, Luca stated, “But, I’m a murderer.” He emphasized those words so sternly that I knew he wasn’t getting at his father now.
“I know what you are, and I don’t care.”
His face was full of shock. “How can you not care?”
I laughed. “I think I know enough about you now to know that whatever you do, you do it for a reason.”
Pulling my hips over his groin again, I realised quickly how hard he was. “You trust me that much, do you?”
Pulling myself over his hardness again, I gasped. “Yes, Luca, I do.”
He pulled once more and growled in my ear. Even with me on top he still wanted control. “Let me take care of you.”
I leant forward and brushed my lips against his neck. Descending lower, I trailed kisses all the way along his chest down towards his stomach. Once I finally reached his hard cock, I licked it ever so gently with my tongue.
“Fuck!” Luca hissed as he clenched my hair.
“I think we need to jog your memory again. You need to remember who you belong to.” I shot him a no-nonsense glare, and before he could offer a retort, my mouth was devouring his cock like it was a popsicle on a hot summer’s day.
“Fuck!” he hissed again as his hips raised slightly off the bed.
I had given men blow-jobs before, but nothing in this world could have prepared me for just how erotic it would be for me. Hearing his moans and hisses of appreciation alone almost tipped me over the edge.
His pleasure was soaring through me as I licked and sucked up and down his cock like a woman possessed, and boy was I loving it as I lapped up every single morsel of him. I caressed him in my hands and sucked him in as hard and as deeply as I could. Feeling his grip tightening on me, I knew he was close. “Baby, I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
Letting him know I wasn’t going to stop for anything, I slapped him hard across the hip. Luca relented and moaned, and I knew he was going to blow at any second.
“That’s right, baby. Oh fuck, Clara! Your mouth is so fucking—”
That was it, he was gone. Before I knew it I had his come shooting down my throat, and I was sucking and licking it all up like he was the best goddamned ice cream I had ever tasted.
Withdrawing my mouth from his cock, I raised myself to look at him. With a wipe of my mouth, I sucked the last juices up with my finger.
“You don’t fucking realise just how sexy you look doing that.” Luca closed his eyes and breathed deeply. His climax was obviously a good one. I could tell it was. I had them often enough with him to know firsthand.
Opening his eyes back up, he glared at me, desire in those caramel peepers of his. “I think it’s your turn now.”
I shook my head. “This wasn’t about me this morning. This was about me giving you the pleasure. You’re always doing it for me.”
He wagged his finger in front of me like I was a naughty child. “Ah, ah, Clara. I think we need to refresh your memory.”
I looked at Luca and could tell he had a mischievous glint in his eyes. That was all I needed to shoot out of bed and go running for the hills. Where on earth I was going, I had no clue.
Standing in the kitchen, I picked up the first thing I could find. Luca was just looking highly amused.
“Are you going to ladle me to death?”
Turning my attention away from Luca for a second to see that what I was in fact holding was a ladle, gave him the opportunity to sprint. Before I knew it, Luca had me in his arms and was placing me down on the kitchen countertop.