Reverence - Book 2

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The Waldorf was illuminated by tiny sections of life, each window yellow and warm from the souls that boast inside.

The white marble reflected crystalline tears from the chandelier and the tepid clacking of heels on stone reverberated sweetly in my ears.

Smooth silver walls transported us to the 5th floor, gliding silently open to our private abode. But now, it was one door instead of two facing each other in quiet discontent, willing timid midnight fingers to tap upon them.

With the give of the lock, there was no boisterous champagne, but the graciously fluttering drapes seemed to dance about, shrouding that monstrous bed in an ethereal haze.

Luca's hands worked below the tight fabric of my bodice, sliding black silk over my head. He dropped it silently to the floor, discarding his own trousers helplessly aside.

Our lips were consumed in the ravenousness of each other, tongues sliding in a rescinding tempest. Clothes fell, tendrils of hair sweeping over cheeks. His hands roamed so freely over my nakedness, it was as if my body had never belonged to me.

Fingers worked so silently over my flesh, as if a ghost was reclaiming my being as it's own.

He laid on the bed, watching me from hooded eyes as the rest of my hair fell around my shoulders. I wanted all of him in this moment, to swallow him and feel his fullness from my soul.

"I want you."

He breathed, his voice husky and low. I let my nails clutch over his marbled thighs, an emanating hiss escaping from his throat. His hands were on my wrists, pulling me over him. 

Firm hands caressed my hips, my own fingers tracing over stubble and hard bone. His eyes were dark, lowered and searching my face hungrily. I let my hand abandon his face and travel along the hard ridge of his shoulder. 

His lips met mine, a tender fruition of the sun rising and setting all at once. I felt a whimper slide over my tongue, his greedily consuming it. He was hard, pressing tauntingly against my own desire. 

Flames burned behind my eyelids, a dampening cold erupting my skin in a surmounting wave of excitement. His hands were hot, prodding at my ass with a tedious desire. 

"Lay down," 

It was a silent demand, those eyes eliciting a fire that pulled throughout my body. I let him slide me off of his body, the arms of the bed encircling me as Luca loomed atop. His hands stretched over my inner thigh, kneading as the delicateness of me. He was on his knees, his head craned as if in prayer and his venomous tongue trailed agonizingly over my navel. My nails grappled at the sheets, hips writing under the touch of his tongue. 

His hands held the back of my thighs, my calves resting carefully over his shoulders. His eyes peered at me from the horizon of my body, staring intently. There was a teasing gesture, only the tip of his tongue waltzing carefully over my vulva. A contended sigh escaped my mouth. I felt him grin. 

His jaw worked in smooth slow motion, tongue darting shallowly into me, nose tracing along my clit. I let a hand rest against his dark hair, lifting slightly into the intoxicating touch of his mouth. Suddenly, his hands tightened around my legs, pulling me fully into him. 

A certain needfulness moved his tongue, ss if he were consumed by an unconjurable hunger. His mouth was a conduction of angels, speaking intimately to my ego. I felt dangerously close to the precipice. His fingers accompanied his sweet moving mouth, sliding in rhythm to his chorus. 

"Luca," 

I breathed out, grasping for a hold on him. 

He shook his head, a slight command to restrain myself. I watched him through heavy eyes, watching the muscles of his forearm working like chords of a cello being played by masters. His jaw clenched and I felt the power of his moan throughout my entire body. I saw his other hands grasped freely around the base of his cock, a spent stream of cum running down his fingers. 

I pushed myself up, watching the fall of his chest. I let my own hands travel along his body, feeling the rigidness of his chest and stomach, fingers reaching down to grasp his erection. The smallest whimper trembled across his lips and it brought a salacious grin across my own. 

I stroked him gently, my palm wet from his own release. His eyes fluttered close, body leaning into my touch. He was hard, filling my hand with his length. His lips were parted, breaths catching at my touch. I came to my knees, towering over him as he settled back, eyes open and on me, observing. 

I lay between his legs, the tip of his penis resting against my lips. My tongue ran teasingly against it, his head falling back in ecstasy. I let it run slowly down his length. My hand followed, stroking as I licked. A slight tremble set about his shoulders. I felt a ravenous need to consume him, a gentle teasing grating against my own proclitically want. I sank my mouth over his shaft, taking him to the back of my throat. He gasped, his hand coming to the back of my neck. I sucked, taking his inched cock over the expanse of my tongue. Rivulets of saliva streamed down my chin, his skin slick against my lips. His fingers grasped my hair, pulling me away from him. 

"I need to be inside of you." 

His voice possessed a dominance, low and integral need. 

I turned my back to him, offering up the sway of my hips. His fingers came to me, slickening my vulva, pressing inside. His hand abandoned me, coming down with a forceful sting on my ass. I let me teeth sink into my forearm to stifle myself. 

He pressed into me, the sudden fullness of his shaft was almost enough to bring me to orgasm, but the still ness of his hips quelled me. I felt his hand firmly hold my back, sequestering me into the bed. 

 He fucked me like it was his last moment to ever possess me. His hips moved so fluidly, I didn't know to which end I belonged. There was an almost inane sense of urgency behind his thrusts, as if he could not reach deep enough inside of me. I let my hand come to myself, rubbing sweetly against my clit in rapid motion of his hips. 

Frenzied, he thrust, hips begging at me for worship. I felt the swelling surmount of pleasure beneath my own fingers an I knew that he was as close as I. 

"I'm going to come." 

I breathed, a whining plea. 

"Wait, baby please." 

He groveled back, his breaths heavy against my back. I felt the earned drops of sweat run down the curve of my back. 

His hands grabbed my hips, his thrusts harder and jagged. I let my head loll to the side, lips parted in ecstasy. 

"You are my good girl, the way you take me." 

His words were harmonies in my ears. I could feel the floods coming, the tightening in my thighs. 

"You're going to come for me." 

I nodded furiously. 

"Come, come for me principessa."

I felt the sheer undoing, tightened around his cock inside of me and I came, body shuddering and teeth gnashing against my lips to contain my screams as he thrust finally into me, his own moans reverberating around me. 

I felt his finality running against the inside of my thighs, his cock firm but spent. 

I was falling, arms wrapped around my waist. We lay in the middle of the bed, my body enshrouded by Luca. A plath of my kisses fell over my shoulder, the back of my neck. I felt the tines of sleep coming across me, so I let my eyes flutter closed, the sweetness of Luca still inside of me.