Secrets, Love and Lies (18+)

35 - More Bad Decisions, by Lily

I don't know how our clothes came off so fast, or how Luca managed to lock the door to my room so quickly, but he's now removing the last article of clothing that remains between us as he kicks off his boxer briefs to the floor and positions himself over my body.

His hungry eyes lock onto mine and our mouths connect with a needy frenzy, his fingers immediately moving to my sensitive folds, parting them with a single finger and plunging inside, adding a second digit only a moment later to stretch my opening.

He roughly thumbs my clit and I gasp against his mouth as he suddenly pulls his hand away and forcefully yanks my legs apart. Without allowing another moment to pass, he plunges his full length inside of me, finding my passage already wet and needy for him.

I moan in ecstasy as he freezes deep inside me, pressing harshly against my inner entrance, biting my shoulder as he groans with me. The pressure against my cervix is uncomfortable and I hold my breath.

"Oh God, princess, you feel so fucking perfect," he rumbles against my ear between thrusts, then traces his tongue around the shell. His fingers find my nipples, pulling and twisting them into tight peaks as he probes and penetrates, dipping deeper and harder with each stroke until I'm panting shallow breaths.

My toes curl at the sensation as I grip his back and wrap my legs around his godly torso.

Perfect. Luca is so incredibly perfect, and his beastly cock is making me ache in the most delicious way. Making me hurt so good I know I'll have trouble walking later.

This is only the second time I've made love to Luca, but I'm no longer a terrified, love-struck virgin. I'm a desperate, needy woman who is ready climb this hulking tower of a man and dominate every inch of his sculpted steel body. It should be a crime for someone to be this sexy. I can't think straight, can't talk, I can only cling and use my linked legs to pull Luca so deeply inside me I fear I might tear in half.

I flip Luca over and seek out my pleasure, rolling my hips and riding him with a fervor that has my bed squealing in protest. Luca's massive hands wrap around my breasts, rolling over my nipples and squeezing into my sides so tightly I know there will be bruises tomorrow.

His eyes are locked on mine, an expression so intense it penetrates my soul and terrifies me. Sweat drips between my breasts and rolls onto his rippled abdomen. His hands move down to my sides, pulling and tugging me where he wants me, holding his breath as he relinquishes his power to me.

He doesn't last long before he begins to buck wildly, driving himself deeper as he roughly pulls and tugs my torso, demanding a faster, deeper rhythm.

The knot tightens in my stomach and all at once I feel the rush spreading to my core, throwing my head back in silent curse as I rock him harder. My fingers find my aching button and I begin to cry out, feeling him lengthen inside of me, groaning and panting in a mirror to my own aching breaths.

"Fuck...Lily!" he groans as he fills me, and my release melds into his, a beautifully choreographed dance that ends in perfection.

I fall onto his chest, aching, but filled and sated, panting as I catch my breath. His heart beats wildly against my ear and he's uncomfortably warm. His arms wrap around my back, squeezing me tightly against his chest. I feel his lips against my head and squeeze his shoulders, placing my own kiss against his pec.

Neither of us speaks, we don't need words. Only this perfect moment of silence, protected and safe in his arms. Hands pull my face up and his lips meet mine again, this kiss deep and sweet and filled with more unspoken words of devotion. I wish I could freeze this moment in time, and I close my eyes a moment later, nestled into his neck.