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The sky was just turning gray over the New York City skyline when I woke up the next morning. I was still lying on Luke’s chest, my bare breasts pressed against his warm skin, but during the night I had slid down his body and his stiff length was pressed against my leg. I shifted carefully and scanned Luca’s face. His eyes were closed and he looked so peaceful in his sleep that it was hard to believe that the same face had concealed so much violence and darkness the night before.
Curiosity gripped me. I had never seen an erection before, but I was afraid of waking Luca up. After what he had said, I really didn’t want to risk him losing control. I tried to peek over my shoulder to see Luca’s erection, but given the way we were positioned I would have had to break my neck to see it.
Suddenly from the nightstand came a buzzing sound, and Luca sat up so fast I squealed. He took me with him, one arm holding me around the waist, the other reaching for his cell phone. But the new position had made me slide down his body, and now his erection was between my legs, pressed against my core. I was practically riding him like a broom. I had never been more grateful for my underwear.
I stiffened and so did Luca, with his cell phone already pressed against my ear. I tried to get into a less problematic position but that only caused his cock to rub against me. He groaned and I froze. Luca’s eyes dilated as his fingers on my waist tightened.
“I’m fine Matteo,” he squealed. “I’m bloody well fine. No. I can handle it. I don’t need to see the doctor. Now let me sleep.” Luca hung up, put the phone back on the nightstand, and looked at me. I was so stiff he could have used me as an ironing board.
He sank in slowly with all the control that only a lot of sit-ups could give you. I remained in a sitting position, straddling his hips, but quickly draped an arm in front of my breasts. Now that he was lying his erection no longer touched me. Gathering my courage, I swung my leg over his hips, accidentally brushing against Luca’s erection.
“Fuck,” growled Luca, wincing beneath me. I had to hold back a smile. I knelt beside him, my arm still covering my breasts, and then allowed myself to watch. Oh. I had nothing to compare him with, but I couldn’t imagine that he could be bigger. He was long and thick and circumcised. Gianna had won her stupid bet.
“You’ll be the death of me, Aria,” Luca said quietly.
I turned away, embarrassed. I was staring. There was hunger on Luca’s face when I met his eyes.
One of his hands was resting on his stomach, the other was thrown over his head. His abs were tense with tension, in fact every inch of his body felt that way. Suddenly I was overcome with shyness.
Why had I thought it was a good idea to take a look at him? I risked another peek.
“If you keep looking at my cock with that stunned expression, I’ll be on fire.”
“I’m sorry if my expression bothers you, but this is new to me. I have never seen a man naked.
Every first time I live will be with you, so.”
Luca sat down. His voice dropped an octave. “It doesn’t bother me. It’s damn hot and I’ll enjoy every first time you share with me. He stroked my cheek. “You don’t even realize how much you turn me on.”
With him seated, our faces were close and Luca drew me in for a kiss. I pressed my palm to his shoulder, then slowly ran it down his chest to his stomach. Luca stopped, kissing me. “Last night you asked me if I wanted you to touch me.”
“Yes,” I said, with bated breath. “Do you want me to touch you now?”
The fire in his eyes darkened. “Fuck yes. More than anything.” He reached out his hand toward my arm pressed against my breast. “Let me see you.” He wrapped his fingers around my wrist but did not pull. I hesitated. He had seen them yesterday, but now I felt more exposed. Slowly I lowered my arm. I sat still as Luca’s eyes roamed over me. “I know they’re not big.”
“You’re damn beautiful, Aria.”
I didn’t know what to say.
“Do you want to touch me now?” he said quietly.
I nodded and licked my lips. I lowered my gaze, then reached out shyly and ran my finger along its length. It felt soft, warm and firm. Luca let out a gasp, the muscles in his arms tensed to hold himself up. I brushed the tip, marveling at how soft it was. Luca gritted his teeth.
I felt a strange sense of power over him as I slowly ran my fingers up and down, fascinated by its silkiness.
Luca trembled under my touch. “Take my hand,” he said in a low voice.
I wrapped my fingers lightly around his shaft, worried about hurting him. I moved my hand downward, then upward, surprised at how much weight he felt in my palm. Luca lay back down. I knew he was watching me but could not meet his gaze, too mortified by my own courage.
“You can grip harder,” he said after a few more of my attempts at a stroke.
I tightened my fingers.
“Harder. It won’t fall.”
I blushed and turned away, dropping my hand. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” God, this was embarrassing. I couldn’t even do this. Maybe Luca really should go back to his whore Grace. He knew what to do.
“Hey,” Luca said calmly, drawing me to him. “I was just teasing you. It’s okay.” He kissed me.
His mouth moved against mine, unyielding but gentle, and his hand slid down my arm, my hip, and along the curve of my butt until his finger slipped between my legs and grazed my folds. He slid back and forth slightly before slipping the tip of his finger under my panties. I held my breath feeling him against my bare skin. He dipped between my folds, then slid down to my clit, coating it with my wetness. I moaned against his lips before sliding my tongue into his mouth to dance with his.
Pleasure overwhelmed me as he ran his finger over my sensitive bulge.
He pulled his mouth away from mine, his eyes drilling into me. “Want to try again?” he squealed with a nod toward her hard length.
His finger struck me again and I gasped, barely able to think straight, much less formulate a coherent sentence. My body ached with a need I had never felt before. I slid my hand down his muscular torso, following the thin trail of dark hair to his erection. I wrapped my hand around it and he gasped under my touch.
Luca’s fingers slid faster against my wet flesh. His constant caresses made me gasp, but I was too wrecked to care. Luca covered my hand with his for its entire length, showing me how difficult it was to grasp.
Then he moved our hands up and down his shaft. I watched in fascination. We were moving faster and harder than I would have dared. Luca’s fingers between my folds, massaged me faster, until I could hardly breathe and the pulse was pounding in my veins. I was about to fall off the edge.
“Luca,” I gasped, and he flicked my clit, knocking me off my feet. Spasms ran through my body as I groaned. My hand pumped Luca’s length even faster and with a guttural growl Luca’s release overwhelmed him. I shivered against him as I watched him approach our hands and his stomach. My nipples were hard and rubbing against his chest, causing me to ripple with pleasure . His erection throbbed in my palm, slowly softening. Luca pulled his fingers out from under my panties and placed them on my butt.
I closed my eyes, listening to his heartbeat. Luca kissed me on the top of my head, surprising me with his loving gesture. My heart burst with new hope. Gradually our breathing slowed.
Luca reached for a box of tissues on the bedside table and handed me one, before wiping himself . I felt uncomfortable as I wiped his semen from my hand. I couldn’t believe I had touched him like that. I was still sensitive between my legs and yet I wanted to feel his fingers again. Was it wrong that I liked Luca’s touch so much?
He was my husband, but still. My mother had always treated sex as something only men desired. Women simply went about their business. Luca massaged my arm and I decided not to think about it too much . I would do what I thought was right. I released a small breath, but then my eyes focused on the cut under Luca’s ribs. Blood was pouring out of it.
I sat up. “You’re bleeding.” I had forgotten. “Does it hurt?”
Luca looked completely relaxed. He lowered his gaze to the wound. “Not so much. It’s nothing. I’m used to it.”
I touched the skin under the cut. “It needs stitches. What if it gets infected?”
“Maybe you’ll get lucky and become a young widow.”
I frowned. “That’s not funny.” Not after what we had just done. I felt closer to him than ever, and anyway my father would only find me a new husband.
“If it bothers you so much, why don’t you get the first aid kit from the bathroom and bring it to me.”
I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. “Where is it?”
“In the drawer under the sink.”
There wasn’t just one first aid kit. There were about two dozen kits. I chose one and returned to the bedroom, but before I joined Luca in bed, I picked up my nightgown from the floor and put it on.
Luca sat against the headboard, still gloriously naked. I focused on his torso, embarrassed by his blatant nudity.
Luca stroked my cheek as I settled next to him. “I’m still too shy to look at myself after what happened.” He tugged at the hem of my nightgown. “I liked you better without it.”
I puckered my lips. “What do you want me to do?” I put the first aid kit between us and opened it.
“So many things,” Luca murmured.
I rolled my eyes. “With your share.”
“There are disinfectant wipes. Clean my wound and I’ll prepare the needle.
I opened one of the packets. The overpowering smell of disinfectant clogged my nose. I pulled out the wipe, opened it and dabbed it on the cut. Luca twitched but made no sound.
“Does it sting?”
“I’m fine,” he said simply. “Wipe harder.”
I did, and although he winced a few times, he never told me to stop. Finally I threw the washcloth in the trash and leaned against the backrest. Luke pierced his skin with the needle and began to stitch himself up, his hands firm and sure. Looking at him already made me feel nauseous. I could not imagine doing such a thing to myself, but as my eyes roamed over Luca’s body and the many scars I realized that this was probably not the first time he had done this. When Luca was satisfied with his work, he threw the needle away.
“We need to cover him up,” I said. I rummaged through the bandage kit, but Luca shook his head. “He’ll heal faster if he’s allowed to breathe.”
“Really? Are you sure? What if dirt gets in?”
Luca chuckled. “You don’t have to worry. This won’t be the last time I come home injured.”
Was I worried? YES. And I didn’t like the thought of him taking his health so lightly.
Luke opened his arms. “Coming.”
“Don’t you have to go?” I looked at the clock. It was only eight o’clock, but by that time Luca was gone most days.
“Not today. We’ll take care of the Bratva for now.