“How is this?” I murmur as I keep moving three inches in and out of her, slowly, until her breathing turns into pants and desire dominates her gaze. She has no idea how hard it is for me to stop myself from slamming my cock all the way into her, yet somehow, when it’s her, I’ve got endless patience.
“Yeah,” she moans, her hips moving with me.
“Good girl,” I whisper as I push in a little deeper, earning myself another gasp from her. I’m not even halfway in, and she’s already barely able to take it.
“Luca,” she moans, and I thrust into her a little further, my lips finding hers. I kiss her slowly as I continue to fuck her this way, driving myself completely fucking insane with desire. I need to be fully inside her, but I’m too scared to hurt her. I can’t remember the last time I cared more about a woman’s pleasure than my own.
I pull out of her and earn myself a surprised and disgruntled moan as I sit down on my knees between her legs. I wrap my hands around her thighs, and she gasps, her cheeks turning a deep crimson. “Luca,” she whispers, her hands moving over her breasts, covering herself up.
“No,” I chastise her. “Put your hands above your head. Don’t hide from me, Valentina. Did you forget what you promised me?” I pull her closer and keep her hips raised at an angle as I push back into her, my thumb resting against her clit. She obeys and puts her hands above her head with perfectly rosy cheeks, her body on display for me. “This pussy is mine,” I remind her. “Every fucking inch of you is mine. So look at me, my love. Look at what you do to me.”
I keep my fingers on her clit as I slide in and out of her, my movements shallow for fear I’ll hurt her. The way her pussy wraps around me is enough to make me come just like this. I don’t remember the last time a woman drove me this crazy.
I watch her as I play with her pussy, her moans becoming more and more frantic as I perfectly coordinate every thrust with a flick of my thumb, teasing her clit until I’ve got her right at the edge.
“You want to come for me, wife?”
“Yes,” she moans. “Yes, Luca. Please.”
I smile and circle her clit, keeping my cock at the right angle to push against her G-spot. I love the way she moans my name, the way her desire is all for me, as it always should have been.
“How badly do you want it, baby?”
She rotates her hips in an attempt to get my fingers to move the way she wants them to, riding both my cock and my hand simultaneously. Watching Valentina unravel is the rarest and most beautiful sight I’ve ever laid eyes on. My perfectly in control secretary is desperate for my cock, desperate for an orgasm only I can give her.
“Luca,” she moans.
“Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” I murmur, enjoying toying with her. For years, she’s driven me crazy, tormenting my dreams and fantasies.
“It’s yours,” she tells me, her tone pleading. Hearing her admit that she’s mine is a real fucking rush. It’ll never get old. Finally. Fucking finally, she’s mine. “My pussy is yours, Luca. All of me is yours, husband. Please, give me more. Make me come, Luca.”
Fuck. Valentina fucking Windsor. Every time I think I have the upper hand, she turns things around. Hearing her call me her husband has me ready to come deep inside her tight, hot pussy.
I smile as I increase the pace at which my fingers move, teasing her clit harder and sending her over the edge. “Oh, yes, Luca,” she groans, and I push all the way into her, my eyes falling closed for a moment as her pussy contracts around me, nearly fucking milking me for all I’m worth. I’ve barely even begun to fuck her and I’m already struggling.
I lean over her and reposition us so I’m on top of her, needing her closer with a new kind of desperation. “When you moan my name like that, you make it really fucking hard not to come, you goddamn fucking tease.”
She smiles at me seductively, her eyes still glazed over from her orgasm. Valentina moves her hands into my hair, her touch fucking intoxicating. It’s just me and her in this moment, and nothing has ever felt quite this real.
I pull back and thrust back into her harshly, earning myself another one of her moans. Her eyes widen when I push into her all the way and her lips fall open.
“I knew you could take all of it, baby,” I murmur, before doing it all over again, my movements rough as I finally fuck her the way I’ve been wanting to, nearly losing all control.
She wraps her legs around me, moving with me, her nails scraping over my back as I take her pussy. “I can’t take it,” I groan, already at the edge. “It’s far too fucking good.”
I can’t believe I spent years keeping her at a distance when we could’ve been like this all along. Valentina brings my head closer and kisses me, and that’s all it takes for me to lose it. I fuck her savagely as I spill deep inside her, painting her pretty pussy white.
I just came, and I already need more of her. Three years won’t be nearly enough.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Valentina
Luca carries me to his bedroom, leaving our clothes strewn all over the living room. He’s holding me so tenderly that I can’t help but feel vulnerable. I always knew being with him would be amazing, but that felt like more than just sex. It felt like he truly wanted me. All of me. It felt like an apology for the past and a promise of all that is to come, all at once.
He smiles as he lays me down on his bed before joining me underneath the blankets. Luca pulls me into him wordlessly and caresses my back with one arm while the other pulls my leg up and over his hip. I thought he’d want distance after the way he just took my body, and the intimacy between us surprises me. It makes my heart race and adds to the vulnerability he makes me feel.
I place my hand on his chest and snuggle into him, breathing him in. When was the last time I felt so perfectly satisfied? I don’t think I ever have.
“How do you feel?” he asks, his voice low.
I glance up at him, admiring his strong jaw and that twinkling look in his eyes. “Sore,” I admit. “But in a good way.”
He chuckles and presses a kiss to my forehead, surprising me. I never knew Luca could be so sweet. Is he like this with every woman he takes to bed, or did this feel as special to him as it did for me? I shouldn’t want to be his exception, but I do.
“Your pussy is a fucking delight,” he murmurs. “I’m not sure how I’m ever supposed to get any work done again. How will I ever be able to look at you again, without thinking about the way you feel wrapped around my cock?”
I bury my face in his neck, embarrassed, but that just earns me another chuckle from him. Luca tightens his grip on me and hugs me tightly, eliciting feelings in me I should never experience around him. This is, after all, temporary. If this is what he does to me after one single time, what kind of state will I be in, in three years? I don’t want to get hurt again.
I push away from him a little, but his hold on me doesn’t loosen in the least. “Stay,” he growls. “Stay right here in my arms, where you belong.”
Part of me wants to rebel against him and keep him at a distance, just like I do with everyone else, but he’s always been different. Luca has always been the only one I couldn’t say no to.