Chapter 220: Soundproof Walls (R-18)

That night, to help Daisy settle into her new surroundings, she slept in Mrs. Hale’s room.

Sophie had felt too embarrassed to stay at first and wanted to go back to the hotel, but Luca talked her into remaining at the villa.

Mr. Hale could only sigh and accept his fate as the lonely man left to sleep alone.

Deep into the night, when the villa had fallen into perfect silence, Luca slipped quietly out of his bedroom. Barefoot, he moved down the hallway without a sound and gently turned the doorknob to Sophie’s room.

The moment he eased the door shut behind him and turned around, a warm breath brushed against his chest, carrying the fresh, clean scent of shower gel.

Sophie hadn’t slept at all. The second she heard the doorknob turning, she had climbed out of bed and crept toward the door in the dark.

The room was almost pitch black, but Luca didn’t need to see her face. That familiar fragrance alone was enough to steal his breath. He slipped an arm around her waist, lifted her easily into his arms, and found her lips with practiced ease.

"Hehe... don’t you know me by now?" he murmured against her mouth as he tightened his embrace.

A soft, involuntary moan slipped from Sophie. The sweet sound hung in the darkness like a quiet invitation.

"Luca... your mom and dad could hear us..." she whispered, yet her arms still wound around his neck, answering him more honestly than her words ever could.

He lowered his head and gently nibbled her earlobe before murmuring against her skin, "Don’t worry. My parents are upstairs on the second floor, and the villa’s soundproofing is excellent. No one will hear a thing."

He claimed her mouth again in a deep, hungry kiss. Sophie pressed hard against him and felt the unmistakable hardening of his cock beneath his clothes.

"Mm..." The soft sound melted into his mouth.

When they finally broke apart, Luca’s expression had shifted. A slow, knowing grin curved his lips as he looked straight into her eyes.

"You feel it, don’t you?"

"Y-yes..." Sophie nodded, her barely above a breath. Moonlight spilled through the window, painting her face in silver. She looked like an angel, and he remained almost mesmerizing to her.

"You want it, don’t you?" he asked, his hands already at the waistband of his shorts.

Sophie’s face flushed deep red. She understood exactly what he meant.

"Luca..." she breathed, then slid down his body until she was on her knees. With the elastic band she kept around her wrist she quickly tied her hair back. The simple gesture somehow made the moment feel even more intimate.

She wasn’t exactly experienced with this, and Luca knew it. He would have to take the lead.

He wasted no time freeing his cock.

Thick, heavy, and fully hard.

Sophie’s eyes widened, her cheeks burned hotter as she bit her lower lip.

One of her hands slipped beneath the hem of her nightgown, fingers already stroking between her thighs as she grew wetter by the second.

"Open up for me, darling."

Sophie hesitated for only a heartbeat before parting her lips. Luca cradled the back of her head and guided himself into the soft heat of her mouth. He pushed deeper, slow at first, then found a steady rhythm. Wet, slick sounds filled the quiet room with every thrust.

Sophie moaned around him, the vibrations making his hips jerk. Her free hand continued to work between her legs, circling her clit as saliva gathered at the corners of her mouth. Each time he withdrew she chased him with her tongue, reluctant to lose the taste of him.

After a while Luca pulled free with a soft pop. Sophie looked up at him, lips shiny and slightly swollen, eyes glassy with need.

"How was it?" he asked, voice low and rough.

Almost reluctant to stop, she leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to the tip. "So... good..." she whispered, her hands resting on his thighs.

Luca hauled her up into his arms.

He walked her backward until the backs of her knees hit the mattress, then laid her down. The nightgown was gone in one smooth motion, leaving her bare beneath him. He took a moment simply to look.

Her flushed skin, the rise and fall of her breasts, the glistening evidence of how ready she already was.

He settled between her thighs and rubbed the head of his cock along her slit, coating himself in her wetness. Sophie whimpered and arched, trying to take him in.

"Patience," he murmured, though the strain in his voice betrayed how little patience he had left.

He pushed forward slowly, inch by thick inch, watching her face as she stretched around him. Sophie’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp.

Her nails dug into his shoulders. When he was fully seated he stayed still, letting her adjust, kissing the corner of her mouth, her jaw, the sensitive spot beneath her ear.

"You feel so fucking perfect," he breathed.

Then he began to move.

Long, deliberate strokes at first, each one dragging against that spot inside her that made her thighs tremble. Sophie wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, urging him deeper. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, soft and filthy.

Luca’s pace gradually increased. He braced himself on one forearm and used his free hand to roll one of her nipples between his fingers, then leaned down to take it into his mouth.

Sophie cried out, quietly, desperately, her inner walls fluttering around him.

"That’s it," he encouraged against her skin. "Let me feel you come."

The first orgasm hit her hard. Her back arched off the bed, a broken moan torn from her throat as her pussy clenched rhythmically around his cock. Luca kept thrusting through it, slower now, drawing the pleasure out until she was shaking and gasping for air.

He didn’t stop.

He rolled them so she was on top, still buried deep inside her. Sophie braced her hands on his chest, hair falling around them like a curtain, and began to ride him. Luca’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her, helping her find the angle that made her eyes roll back. Every time she sank down he thrust up to meet her, the impact sharp and perfect.

Her second climax built faster. She ground against him, chasing the friction on her clit, and when it broke she collapsed forward onto his chest, muffling her cry against his neck while her body pulsed and fluttered around him.

Luca flipped them again without pulling out. He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her wider, and drove into her with deeper, harder strokes. The headboard tapped softly against the wall. Sophie’s soft, continuous moans mixed with the wet slap of skin on skin.

"Luca... oh god... again..."

"I know," he growled, forehead pressed to hers. "Give it to me."

Her third orgasm crashed over her like a wave. Her entire body locked up, toes curling, a long, trembling moan escaping as her walls milked him relentlessly. The rhythmic squeezing was too much.

Luca buried himself to the hilt with a low, guttural sound and came hard, pulsing deep inside her. Hot spurts filled her, overflowing slightly with every residual throb of his cock. He stayed buried, hips stuttering through the last aftershocks, kissing her through it.

For a long moment they simply held each other, still joined, the scent of sex and Sophie’s shower gel hanging in the cool night air. Luca brushed damp strands of hair from her face and pressed a softer kiss to her forehead.

"Still think someone might hear us?" he whispered, a lazy smile in his voice.

Sophie let out a quiet, breathless laugh and nuzzled closer. "If they did... I don’t even care right now."

He stayed inside her a little longer, reluctant to leave the warm, slick heat of her body, before finally easing out. A soft trickle of his come followed, and Sophie made a small, satisfied sound at the sensation.

Luca pulled the sheet over them both and gathered her against his chest, one hand stroking lazily up and down her back.