Chapter 243: You Should Meet The Others (R-18)

The door clicked shut behind them.

His body stayed pressed to her back, warm and solid. Hands settled on her waist, thumbs tracing slow circles through the fabric of her blouse. She felt the hard line of him against the curve of her ass, already thick and insistent.

"You feel tense," he murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Let me fix that."

Her breath hitched. Heat flooded her cheeks. She turned in his arms before she could second-guess herself, and he didn’t give her time to speak.

His mouth claimed hers in a deep, hungry kiss, slow at first, then deeper, tongue sliding against hers with deliberate heat. She tasted the faint sweetness of the sparkling water they’d shared earlier and something darker, purely him. Her hands rose to his chest, fingers curling into the expensive fabric of his shirt as he backed her gently against the door.

The kiss stretched, wet and open-mouthed. His hands moved to the buttons of her blouse. One by one they came free, cool air kissing the newly exposed skin between her breasts. She shivered. When the last button slipped free he pushed the fabric apart, palms gliding up her sides until his thumbs brushed the undersides of her lace-covered breasts.

She gasped into his mouth.

Her own hands drifted lower, tracing the hard plane of his stomach until her fingers found the unmistakable bulge straining against the front of his jeans. Thick. Hot. Already half-hard and growing harder under her touch. A soft, startled sound escaped her throat. He broke the kiss just enough to look at her, eyes dark.

"Feel what you do to me?" he asked, voice rough.

Her face burned. She nodded, suddenly shy, but her fingers stayed where they were, pressing gently, mapping the shape of him through denim. His breath left him in a low groan.

"Bedroom," he said. "Now."

He didn’t wait for an answer. In one smooth motion he scooped her up, one arm under her knees, the other around her back. She let out a small, embarrassed squeak and buried her face against his neck as he carried her down the short hallway. Her townhouse was modest, the bedroom small and neat, but neither of them was paying attention to the surroundings.

He set her on the edge of the bed and knelt between her knees. He finished peeling the blouse from her shoulders, then reached behind her to unhook her bra. The lace fell away. For a moment he simply looked at the soft weight of her breasts, the way her nipples had already tightened. Color rose high on her cheeks under his gaze.

"You’re staring," she whispered.

"Can’t help it." He leaned in and took one peak into his mouth, tongue circling, teeth grazing just enough to make her arch. His hand worked the button and zipper of her skirt at the same time. She lifted her hips so he could slide everything down.

When she was bare he stood and stripped with efficient speed. Shirt gone. Jeans shoved down. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed, the head already glistening. Her eyes widened. She licked her lips without thinking.

His hand cupped the back of her head, gentle but firm. "You don’t have to..."

"I want to." The words came out soft, almost shy, but she leaned forward anyway.

She wrapped her fingers around the base of him, marveling at the heat and weight, then parted her lips and took the head into her mouth. His hips jerked. A rough sound tore from his throat. She blushed harder at the noise, but she didn’t stop. She sank lower, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Saliva slicked her lips. She took as much as she could, bobbing slowly at first, then faster when his fingers tightened in her hair.

"Fuck"

She hummed around him, the vibration making his thighs tense. Her free hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently while she worked the shaft with her mouth. The wet sounds filled the quiet room. His breathing turned ragged. She could feel him throbbing against her tongue, could taste the salt of precome.

"I’m close," he warned, voice strained. "If you don’t want—"

She only sucked harder.

He came with a low, broken groan, pulsing thick and hot across her tongue. Her eyes fluttered shut. She swallowed what she could, cheeks burning, a little of it escaping the corner of her mouth. When he finally eased back she wiped her lips with the back of her hand, still flushed and breathing hard.

But he wasn’t finished.

He pulled her up, then turned her around. He guided her onto her hands and knees in the center of the bed. The position made her feel exposed, vulnerable. Another wave of heat climbed her neck and face.

"Look at you," he murmured, running a palm down the length of her spine. "So pretty like this."

He lined himself up, the blunt head of his cock nudging her entrance. She was already wet from the earlier teasing and the blowjob; the first thick inch slid in with almost no resistance. Her arms trembled. He pushed deeper, slow and steady, until he was buried to the hilt. The stretch burned in the best way. She dropped her forehead to the mattress and moaned... low, helpless.

"Luca..."

He started to move.

Deep, measured thrusts at first, giving her time to adjust. Each stroke dragged against places that made her toes curl. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the room. Her moans came freer now, soft at first, then louder as pleasure coiled tighter in her belly.

"Harder," she whispered, almost surprised at her own boldness.

His hands gripped her hips. He gave her exactly what she asked for, longer strokes, deeper, the slap of skin on skin growing sharper. Every thrust forced a moan from her throat. She clutched the sheets, back arching, the angle letting him hit that perfect spot inside her over and over.

"That’s it," he encouraged, voice rough. "Let me hear you."

She couldn’t have stayed quiet if she tried. The pleasure built fast, sharp and bright. Her thighs shook. One particularly deep thrust dragged a cry from her lips, and then she was coming... clenching hard around him, waves of heat rolling through her body while she moaned his name into the mattress. Her face burned with the intensity of it, with how completely she’d come apart for him.

He didn’t slow. He fucked her through the aftershocks, chasing his own release, until his rhythm finally broke. He buried himself deep and came with a guttural sound, flooding her in hot pulses. She felt every spurt, the extra wetness slipping down her thighs. Another full-body shiver ran through her.

For a long moment neither of them moved.

Then he carefully pulled out and eased her down onto her side. He stretched out behind her, one arm sliding under her head, the other wrapping around her waist. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the back of her shoulder, then another to the side of her neck.

She turned her head enough to meet his eyes. Her cheeks were still pink, her breathing still uneven. A small, shy smile tugged at her lips.

He kissed her again, slow and gentle this time, then settled against her. Their bodies remained close, wrapped in each other’s warmth as silence filled the room. It was peaceful, comfortable... neither of them in any hurry to move.

After a while, Luca broke the silence.

"Hey, Amelia... don’t you want to meet your sisters?"

Still curled up against him, she let out a soft hum.

"Mmm..."

A faint blush spread across her cheeks before she quietly added, "I don’t know."

She buried her face against his chest for a moment.

"Maybe... but not right now."

He could tell her thoughts were still a tangled mess. There was a lot on her mind, and this wasn’t the time to push. Instead, he simply wrapped his arms around her a little tighter, holding her close as they enjoyed the quiet together.

They stayed like that until morning.

When the sun rose, Luca drove back to the villa.

Amelia remained outside her house, watching his car disappear down the road. Her hands slowly drifted to her midsection, gently resting there as a shy smile touched her lips.