Free L'amore: The Luminara Series by SJ Molloy Page B

and my excitable butterflies have awoken once more.
    Pressing my sensitive sex against the tenting of his denim jeans, I grab his hair and thrash my tongue in his mouth. “I want you inside me. Give me it right here. I can’t wait.” I sound very desperate, but the nervous feeling about moving in here is gone and replaced by feelings of lust and desire.
    I think smelling Rose’s perfume triggered happy memories for me and therefore has relaxed and calmed me. Reassuring me that I am brave and I can do this. As if Eleanor was speaking the words to me herself.
    He hooks his thumbs under my lace thong and tears it off me, causing the material to burn my skin slightly with friction. Another lace thong torn and gone.
    “Tell me,” he demands.
    I have a newfound courage in my lustful state, and I don’t intend to sacrifice this feeling of desire. I want him and I know he likes to hear what I desire. “Fuck me here, on the stairs. Fuck me fast and hard, then take me to bed and fuck me again. Then I’m going on top to ride you senseless. I might even take your cock in my mouth. Then you can fuck me again.”
    Where did that come from? Holy shit. This is by far the dirtiest I have ever spoken out loud.
    His eyes have just changed from azure blue to crystal-white blue and are the biggest and most erotically starved I have ever seen them with his pupils dilating. He hitches his breath, completely aroused.
    “Fuck, you never fail to amaze me. Jesus, you nearly put me into cardiac arrest. You asked, so now you are getting, and, baby, you are not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” he rasps, breathing impulsively.
    Gripping me, he fumbles until he whips his jeans and T-shirt off in no time as we dirty kiss. Before I can undress, he has pushed himself into me hard, immediately taking me off guard. So goddamn hard, that I whimper in response.
    “Too hard?” he groans.
    Sweet Jesus. I asked for it.
    “No, I want it. More, give me more!” I cry when his second deep penetrative thrust fills my sheath. We stumble back on the bottom steps of his stairs. I dig my fingers into his back as he places his knees on the stair beside my hips.
    Keeping my legs tightly wrapped around his waist, I don’t want to let go to this deep, intrusive pleasure. I’m aware of the uncomfortable edge of the step digging into my back, but I block it out and focus on the sublime sensation deep in my core.
    Too intense.
    Too good.
    I want this so bad.
    I lift my ass off the stair and push my hips up to meet him. When I sync with his movement, he pulls back and pounds me, and I crash into him, sending an unravelling ripple through my core, causing those butterflies to tumble.
    “Don’t stop, Lucca. It’s too good, I need you!” I yell with utter certitude in my heady trance. My insides feel like they are shredding, and the pressure is exquisite but I need more.
    Deep.
    Deep penetration.
    Deep delicious torture.
    “Open your eyes. I need to see what I am doing for you,” he demands. I strike them open only for them to roll in the back of my head, and we continue thumping and pleasuring each other with blow after blow.
    Quickly.
    Intensely.
    Lasciviously.
    Continuing to raise my hips against his primal thrashes, I’m close. He’s close.
    We’re close.
    “Let go. Come for me.”
    It’s enough to push me into a coma of ecstasy. I give him what he wants … and I take. I scream and scream then drop my head and bite down on his shoulder, sinking my teeth into his skin while the shock waves ripple through me. Pushing hard, he freezes, stilling himself deeply inside me.
    Heaven.
    “Ahh, Lexi, baby, fu … ck ...”
    He pounds another few times before collapsing on top of me. I clench for life as I allow my breathing to regulate. My heart has nearly exploded through the sheer fabric of my vest. We remain enveloped, panting in the aftermath of the spontaneous sex.
    “So fucking hot … so sexy … so beautiful.”
    He doesn’t let go of his grasp on my