Chapter 17
Sabrina
That was by far the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed in my life.
Luca’s head fell backward on the couch. The length of his lashes rested on the skin beneath his eyes while they remained closed.
All the while, I watched in awe. He was stunning. His sculpted chest rose and fell with each breath as he attempted to calm his erratic breathing. A sexy trail led to just the right amount of hair that framed his long, thick shaft. Trimmed neat, it caused another wave of desire to course through me.
When I lifted my gaze from his manhood to his face, he was watching me with hooded lids.
“Come here.” His hand gently gripped my arm pulling me toward him until I was straddling his bare legs. Our eyes connected in a way they never had before. It was an unspoken language that we had just learned. No more words were necessary.
My pulse beat wildly until it thundered in my ears. Everything about what just happened felt so right… so good… so natural. Being the woman to bring Luca to such euphoria gave me my own high.
There was no doubt in my mind, that in a short period of time, this man carved out a place for himself in my heart. Not wanting to wait another second, I brought my lips to his. His manhood, rubbed against my denim covered body, coming to life once more.
Large, soft hands cupped my cheeks. Our kiss was tender, not rushed or too demanding. It was thoughtful, deliberate, and full of mutual adoration—it was us.
“Sabrina.” The seductive way my name rolled off his tongue caused my desire to escalate. He paused, letting out a breath. His eyes felt tethered to mine, neither one of us wanting to break our connection. “You’re incredible. Not only because of what just happened, but everything about you.”
My God, this man always had the right words. Like an idiot, I had nothing. I searched my brain for some sort of a response, but the ability to speak eluded me. I could have admitted that was just a teaser for me, and I desperately wondered what he would feel like inside me. I also could have admitted I never felt such deep-rooted desire as I did in that moment. The scary part was I couldn’t remember ever feeling that way with Dillon. But how could I admit to having such a profound response without sounding insane?
Luca must have sensed how emotion prevented me from speaking. Taking the burden from me, he pulled my mouth closer for another long, hard kiss. The longer it went on, the more I wanted it to. I gripped his hair, digging my fingers into his silky strands. I shamelessly rubbed myself over his hardened length. I pathetically moaned into his mouth, sounding more like an alien than a human.
He was first to pull away, and my cheeks flamed red from embarrassment. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what has gotten into me.”
Lie.
Big fat lie.
He was getting into me, but not in the way I wanted. I needed to get a grip, I was a mother for God’s sake.
“Sabrina, I believe I’m at a disadvantage.” His two large hands gripped my hips and pushed them down just enough for me to feel his so called disadvantage. “I’m naked, you’re not, and I want you to be.”
My brilliant response was an audible swallow… a puff of air… and a squeak.
He chuckled before burying his face in my neck. “You’re so adorable.”
“I feel like an idiot. Luca, I haven’t… it’s been… I don’t know…”
When he pulled back, the humor had fallen off his face. “Hey. It’s okay. Let’s have that poor excuse they call a pizza, maybe watch a movie, take it slow.”
His eyes widened when I shook my head. Finally finding my words, I blurted out, “No. I want you, not pizza.” The surprised expression morphed into a sly grin. “It’s rare that I have a night to myself and a hot naked guy on my couch for the taking.”
“Is that so?” he asked, tracing the smooth edge of my satin bra with the pads of his thumbs. I felt them skim over my breasts until his fingers met at the clasp on my back. He paused and brought his nose to mine. “Having you on my lap wearing that sexy bra is driving me nuts, Sabrina.”
The way his chocolate brown eyes drilled right into mine, with heat radiating from them that was hard to ignore, had me feeling more wanted than I’d ever felt in my life. The taut fabric slackened as he pulled the straps forward until my bra released my breasts.
Anticipation, or maybe it was anxiety, furled in the pit of my stomach over what was about to happen between us. What we were about to do would change everything.
With the lightest touch, he first traced one nipple and then the next. His eyes were filled with pure heady need, as if nothing would be as important to him as I was. Whether that was true or not became secondary. In that moment, everything in my being felt Luca needed me. That revelation made me brave.
Enough so, I leaned forward and initiated a very seductive kiss. The insecurities I felt just a few minutes earlier were gone, simply because of the way he made me feel.
After a few tongue-tangled kisses, I stood and held my hand out to him. “Are you sure, Sabrina?”
“I am.” The conviction in my voice was unmistakable. He laced our fingers, stood proud and tall, and allowed me to lead him toward my bedroom. On the way, we passed Mikey’s room, and with a tilt of his head, he smiled.
I flipped on a light, and then thought, now what?
My room wasn’t large by any means, and it lacked the warmth found in a woman’s bedroom. The bedding was plain and nondescript. Unlike my living room that was warm and inviting, my bedroom was blah. The only personal touches could be found in the framed pictures of Mikey on my dresser. All of that was a purposeful decision. Anyone could have lived in this room that held no evidence of a marriage that was a farce.
If Luca noticed the lack of personality, he didn’t let on. Instead, he pulled me into his arms and placed a tender kiss on my lips. “Let’s catch you up,” he said, working the button and zipper on my jeans. The man’s confidence was an aphrodisiac as he stood naked before me.
His warm large hands elicited goose bumps to break out all over my skin as he skimmed them down my thighs to remove my jeans. Leaving me in my pale blue bikini panties, he stood back a step to admire me.
“You’re so beautiful.” I never saw myself that way. Cute, yes, but not beautiful… especially the last year of my life. Yet, hearing him say that to me, and it wasn’t the first time he had, I believed him. Standing before this god of a man, I felt adequate to be with him.
With Dillon, I never felt popular enough, confident enough, or pretty enough beside him. I always felt, if given the opportunity, someone else would catch his attention. How so very right I was, and thinking back it now seemed so obvious.
I just hoped I was enough for Luca.
Luca
Goddamn, this woman called to me like no woman ever had. What was it about Sabrina that pulled me toward her?
My eyes feasted on her smooth pale skin, the way her perky breasts sat high on her chest, the way her slight belly and hips screamed all woman. She bit on her bottom lip as my eyes continued to devour her.
“Talk to me,” I demanded in a gruff voice.
“I haven’t been with a man this way since Dillon.” I watched her raise her chin with a defiant determination. My heart sunk at the notion that she wasn’t ready, but when I went to speak she lifted her hand to stop me. “I’m so glad it’s you, Luca.”
A surge of concern took over. This woman just offered me her vulnerable heart. By letting me into her life, her son’s life, the responsibility should have sent me running.
Inexplicably, it did the reverse.
I stepped closer and lifted her into my arms. An unspoken agreement passed between us as I stared into her eyes. A slight nod encouraged me, her hand on my chest spurred me on, but it was her simple statement a few seconds ago that sealed my purpose. This woman needed to be doted on, worshiped, and I was just the man to do that.
The smooth comforter felt cool beneath my overheated flesh as I laid her down beside me in the center of her bed. She moved her hand from my chest to my jaw, leaned in, and kissed my lips.
With that simple kiss, my self-restraint cracked and released all my pent-up desire. The kissing and touching that had happened between us up until that moment paled in comparison to where I wanted to go. Never breaking the connection between our lips, I caressed her skin from shoulder to breast. Palming its weight in my hand, I could feel her nipple harden each time I squeezed.
Like a bee to honey, my tongue savored her sweetness. Circling the sensitive area, before pulling a pebbled nipple in between my lips, caused her to push it further into my mouth. From left to right and back again, I gave both sides of her equal pleasure.
A light gentle scrape of her nails on my scalp created a carnal reaction. My nips became forceful sucks, my grip tightened, squeezing her firm flesh while I continued to pleasure her. I skated my hand along her torso until I felt smooth satin.
Pulling back, I looped my fingers into the waistband of her underwear. “Lift.” When her hips rose, I slid them down her toned legs until I flicked them to the floor. “Stunning.”
As much as I wanted inside this woman, I needed to take my time. Rushing our first time would be wrong on so many levels. Her thighs parted exposing her perfect pink flesh. I licked my lips at the memory of what she tasted like, but this time when she came, I wanted it to be around my cock.
A slight tremble of her thighs brought a smile to my lips. Sabrina wanted this as much as I did. Her impatience, desire, and need were evident in each subtle movement. Not wanting to wait a second longer, I slid one finger up and down her slick wet heat. Glancing up, her pretty eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted to release every audible breath.
“Fuck. My condom is in my wallet in the other room.”
“Closet.” She lifted her arm and blindly pointed toward the wall. “There’s a Jimmy Choo shoe box in there.” Dumbfounded, I stared at her until she opened her eyes. “Becky gave me a get over a cheater gift. It’ll have what you need… and then some.” Her face flushed. “On second thought, maybe you should go get yours.”
“No way, you’ve intrigued me.” Even though I was wasting time, I couldn’t wait to see exactly what she was talking about.
Sliding the door open, I found the box on the top shelf. There was a surprising weight to it, Flipping the lid off, I studied the contents that were more like something Vanessa would have, not innocent Sabrina. Taking inventory, I said, “A blindfold, handcuffs, a dildo, lube, batteries…” Sabrina’s face was now shielded by her hands. “And finally, a sealed box of gold medal standard, lambskin condoms of champions… ribbed for her pleasure… and yours.”
A muffled, “Oh my God!” echoed behind her hands. She peeked through her fingers as though she was watching a horror movie. “Becky gave that to me months ago.”
“Remind me to thank her.”
Sabrina propped herself up on her elbows. Rather than embarrassment flashing in her eyes, I saw desire. She smiled. “I don’t need any of those artificial stimulators… I have you.” Little did she know what those words just did to me. “I think I’ll be regifting them back to Becky for her birthday.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Not waiting a second longer, I opened the box, ripped the foil packet, and sheathed myself before kneeling between her legs. Her knees dropped to either side as an open invitation. Positioning the head of my dick at her entrance, I leaned forward, laced our fingers together above her head, and pushed into her.
Tight warmth encased me as I rocked back and forth. I had a feeling making love to her would come more naturally than just fucking because nothing we had experienced thus far could be considered anything less.
Our bodies moved in unison; my lips dusted kisses on different parts of her face down to her slender neck with each thrust. There wasn’t one part of me I didn’t want connected to her. Sabrina’s fingers clutched my hands tighter the closer she came to her climax.
The need to memorize her expression compelled me to study her. Holding our visual connection, while our hips moved faster searching for that euphoric moment, I watched her lashes flutter before her lids slid shut.
“Open your eyes, Sabrina… watch me.”
I wasn’t sure if it was my command that caused her to come, but feeling her tighten around me, unleashed my own release. We kept our eyes trained on each other, riding out our peak together.
When our muscles relaxed, I cupped her face and brought my lips toward hers. Just as I expected, this was more than sex. It was as if our souls and heart merged as easily as our bodies had. Every part of this experience with her wasn’t anything I had felt before, and I could easily become addicted.
She continued to stare into my eyes. “What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking you’ve become my addiction.”