Athena
“What are you thinking about Cara?” Luciano whispered against my ear, his lips teasing my earlobe as he did. My body sagged impulsively against him, a deep purr resounding in my head.
That felt good. I arched against him wishing this could last forever. But I knew it couldn’t. I wasn’t foolish enough to believe that it could. No matter how much I wanted to.
Luciano pressed his lips firmly to my ear lobe, then slowly drifted down the nape of my neck. His hands were wrapped around me from behind, large hands that spanned the length of my body and gripped and squeezed my breasts at intervals. And boy it felt so fucking good.
“Answer my question, Cara,” He mumbled, his tongue teasing my skin, selling in the name of my neck. My thighs burned hotly and I felt every part of me ache again.
Crap, I was so a bitch. I wanted him again and he had to know it. It was my last night with him anyways.
“Naughty things,” I breathed arching against him, enjoying the way his hands kneaded my mounds. “Very naughty things,”
He chuckled and squeezed in response, sending tremors through my spine.
“Tell me,” he whispered, that skillful hot tongue drawing circles all over my neck. Good lord! How could a woman resist? How could any woman resist? “What do you want?”
“Luciano,” I panted, surprised I could even pronounce his name correctly this time. I had said a whole load of gibber and nonsense half an hour ago when he was buried inside me.
“I’m listening?” He urged. I didn’t have to look behind me to know there was a knowing grin on his face. A grin that revealed he knew how badly he affected me and enjoyed it.
“I want,…” I trailed off when his hands pried my legs apart beneath the covers, pushing them away from each other. We hadn’t worn clothes after going at each other like rabbits the first time and frankly, it was starting to. look like there would be a second, third hell fifth time at this rate.
“Louder,” he ordered, his voice gaining a certain stiff edge to it and suddenly my ass felt exposed. Luciano had flipped the fucking covers away, exposing us. The cool air sifted in. The crazy high window, whipped against my backside, causing shivers to run up my spine. “I can’t hear you, Cara,”
“I don’t know what I want,” I mumbled, trying to control my breathing. Fuck me, if this continued, I would be no more than a wimp before the day breaks. I had to get some damned self-control or Luciano would ruin me forever.
Doesn’t sound like a bad idea though, my mind quipped and I stomped down on the voice mentally, trying to squash it and reduce it to nothing.
“Mhmm” Luciano purred, a hand sliding to a very wet and needy spot between my ass cheeks. Two thick fingers probed at the entrance, stroking and pressing softly at first.
“Perhaps I should remind you?”
“Yes please,” I moaned, burying my face into the pillow as his fingers grew rough and sunk into me. He felt so damn good it was unfair. I could have gotten over this useless infatuation with him if he sucked at sex. If he was terrible in bed, it would make getting over him so much easier. How could he be so good?! So damn good.
His grunts in the air and his hands tightening around my legs told me he was enjoying it a little too much. I should probably stop him, right? We’d had sex the first time like rabbits and – oh shit!
My eyes widened as a thought suddenly occurred to me. Fuck I was an idiot. A fucking fool! I pushed away from Luciano but his grip was too damn tight to break free from.
“What is it?!” He growled behind me, irritation lacing his voice. I felt his rather ardent and prominent member poke against me and alarm surged through me.
“Let go!” I spat with as much strength as I could muster. And well considering I was wet and horny as hell, that meant little strength.
“Why?!” He demanded, placing his face in my neck. “What’s wrong Raven-”
“It’s Athena,” I hissed, fighting his grip on me angrily.
“Whatever it is,” he grumbled, flipping me. onto my back and towered above me. The moonlight that filtered in, highlighted his beautiful profile, a silhouette of his muscles and sinews popping and moving in a very sensuous manner.
Fuck Luciano was gorgeous. He was all a woman could want and ache for. I would know. The man had succeeded in turning me into a damned whore.
His hair, free of gel was tousled all over the place, falling to cover his eyes as he hovered above me. His eyes were fiery, burning with a hunger that would most likely burn us both to ashes and it seemed I wouldn’t mind it one fucking bit.
And then there was the rest of him.
Unable to help it- I doubted anyone could- I allowed my eyes to trail down the rest of his very delicious body and my breath did a thing.
It snagged.
A low moan slipped from my lips as my eyes roamed his body. His muscle was tensed and pulled taut as both hands lay on both sides of my head. His chest heaved in an uneven pattern as if he struggled to control his breathing. His lips were parted as he stared down at me with furrowed brows, a question in his eyes.
I looked lower at the junction where his body met mine and swallowed at the sight.
Hung as a horse. That was what he was.
“Cara?” The endearment came like a question and I blinked, my eyes holding his before my senses came rushing back.
The hell?!
“Luciano-”
“No!” He bellowed, pinning me down. “What the hell is the problem?”
“We didn’t use a condom!” I snapped, trying to wrench out of his arms. What the hell was wrong with both of us? That had to be the most careless shit I had done in my entire damned life.
Luciano frowned down at me as if confused then grinned. “That’s what have you panicking all over? Woman, you frightened me there for a second.”
“It’s not something to worry about? For all we know you could have impregnated me or worse, given me fucking STDs!”
Maintaining his hold on me, he lowered his hips to mine.
“Luciano,’ I called a warning on my lips. “Don’t you dare-”
Whatever I was going to say flew away from my brain as it turned into a muddled mess from Luciano thrusting into me.
“Oh!” I cried arching my back to receive him rather willingly. “Oh fuck, you bastard! How could you?”
He chuckled, his shoulder rumbling with the sound, sending tremors down my spine. “Relax and enjoy it, Cara,”
“No!” I bit out, trying not to succumb to the desire. His hips flexed between my legs again and he thrusted again. He felt so male, hot, and hard. All semblance of common sense rapidly flew out the window and I groaned. “Luciano,”
“I’m clean Cara,” he whispered placing his forehead on mine. His labored breath fanned my face in hot waves.
“What about-”
“I don’t mind you carrying my baby,” He mumbled and my eyes widened. “Si. A little bambino with those fiery eyes.”
“You’re out of your mind,” my words were supposed to come out heavily laced with anger but all I could manage was a pant.
“Si, Cara,” he whispered. “I’m out of my mind. You drive me out of my fucking mind Raven. Relax will you? I want your legs around me.”
I wanted that too. But not until we got over this nonsense about wanting a child. “You have to get me the morning-after pill,”
He ignored my words and raised his upper body off me, his hands gripping my legs. “Cara,” he mumbled, half delirious with pleasure, and resumed his slow, maddening thrusts. “I want you. This. Us. I want it all. If there’s a child, fuck, I want him too-”
“W-What if it’s a girl?” I moaned then almost slapped myself on the face. Was the gender of the hypothetical child we talked about even important? What was important was getting him off me.
“A bambina,” he whispered, leaning closer again, his hands grabbed my breasts and it was only then I realized he no longer pinned my hands down, I had kept them down on my account. “Will she have her mother’s fiery spirit? Fuck, you’ll both be the death of me-”
“Stop talking about death,” I snapped feeling my chest weighing down. I reached my hands out and weaved them around his neck, bringing him lower for a kiss. “Stop talking at all and fuck me properly.”
“Si, Vita Mia.” He replied with a grin and whatever happened after that was white fucking hot pleasure.