XXXII

She started from his neck and down, trailing her own wet kisses down his chest. She shocked him when her mouth enclosed his nipple and she gave him a bite of her own. She could feel him rock hard beneath her core, and she couldn't help but grind over him. He groaned, his hands landing on her waist just to amplify the friction and she stopped sitting up, grabbing his hands she said

"Nah-uh, hands off the machandise mister" removing his hands, a mischievous smirk on her lips.

She glided down until she sat on his thighs, and her lips descended upon the trail that led to his manhood. She unbuckled his belt, undid his jeans and balanced on her knees on either side of him as she dragged his jeans down, he lifted his waist up so she could. She took along his boxers, salivating at the look of him, she threw the jeans and boxers aside and returned to her position on his thighs.

She merely sat and looked at the rim rod girth that was thick and veiny, his tip glistening. Her look just about undid him,  and when her fingers wrapped around him, he wondered if she had done it before, for she handled him like a pro. He just about nearly cummed when her hot mouth took him in, provided he was too big for her to take her all the way. She sucked all she could with the precision of a hooker. Eyes on him, they turned needy and teary when she took him in till he hit the back of her throat.

She was egged on by the groans he let out, his forehead creased from pleasure, he couldn't take it the second time he hit her throat, rather than fuck her mouth,  his eyes shot open and she knew she had just about severed his control. For he waited naught but a second to pull her up and turn them around until he was above her. His lips aggressively smashed against hers,  his hand squeezing her waist,  he let his body fall on her.  The skin to skin contact drove her wild more so when his girth lined right above her core and gave a thrust over the lacey cotton.

He moved the cloth aside rather than take it off of her. His heated eyes locked on her hooded ones, he grounded out

"Have you ever sucked a man off before?" she bit her lip, mischief in her eyes,  she nodded,  loving the look of a mad man that took over his face, with barely a second to comprehend anything,  he thrust into her core and bottomed out causing her to wail out, a tear dropping down her right eye.

"You suck like a whore baby girl, let's see if you can take me like one" he grounded out, barely giving her time to adjust to him, he pulled out till his tip and bottomed out again, groaning like a wild beast,  she cared little for the sting she felt as she clenched her eyes shut, biting her lip till she bled, she loved the almost barbaric way he was taking her as he pulled out only to fully thrust into her again. Enrapturing, that was what his slow torturous claiming of her was. Her eyes shot open when he pulled out and stopped 

"Eyes on me baby" he husked,  his darker greys on her inky pools. His hand touched her lips only to release the one between her lips

"And let me hear just how good I make you feel, hmm" he bottomed out then and she moaned out his name

"Andreas!" the mere use of that name had him increasing his speed as he made wild love to her like it was their last day on earth. His thrusts had her back moving against the sheets in an up and down motion,  her hands on his board back and she couldn't help but claw at his back with every thrust.

"You're doing so good baby. Taking daddy like a good girl you are" he panted out near her ear and his dirty words made thunderous shocks attack her core and she painfully clenched around him and she heard him chuckle then

"You like that then huh. Such a minx my piccola is. You like dirty talk?" he asked as he kept pistoning into her with vigor and she nodded, pinching her nipple he said

"Words baby girl" he demanded and she moaned a

"Yes!" out. Grabbing her thigh he rested it against his waist to open her up further,

"That's it baby. Good girl.  Good girl" he husked out when he felt her nearing her peak. She felt him broaden inside her with every thrust and she was nearing her undoing,

"Cum for me principessa" and she wailed out as an earth shattering tremor took over her body. His thrusts slowing down as he let her ride her orgasm out, only to explode in hot white spurts inside her,  the feeling triggered her second orgasm at the same time and he groaned in the crook of her neck as he shuddered into her, giving one last thrust,  the last of his seed escaping his girth only to nestle inside her.

The two lay spent and panting, he remained inside her walls as they lay on their sides facing each other. Her leg remained over his thigh, his hand drawing random shapes on it. He shot her a smile as she worked her breathing back to normal with her eyes closed.

When she opened her eyes, they fell on his and she offered him her own smile.

"If I had known sex felt like that,  then I would have had it sooner" she breathed out, and chuckled when he stilled and his hand squeezed her thigh

[About damn time, too.] Sin comemmented and Bella all but gave a mental eye roll.

"You mean... " he left the question hanging as he felt himself twitch inside her and she giggled with a nod

"Shit baby, why didn't you tell me, I could have been gentle" he admonished and she scoffed as she felt him hardening in her again

"You don't seem to mind it " she teased and purposely clenched on him,  "besides, I didn't want you to be gentle" she confessed as she moved her hips, causing him to groan.

"Don't do that" he husked out and she continud,  shooting him an innocent look with her bottom lip between her teeth,

"Don't do what? " she coyly asked. His hand left her thigh and landed on her waist. Giving her a serious look

"You're still raw, piccola" she leaned in until her lips teased the tip of his ear and said

"I don't care." pulling back to look at him, "I need more" and she flipped them again, ontop of him,  her palms splayed on his chest, and she gave her waist a twist over him and he groaned gripping her waist.

She threw her head back as she rose only to drop on him,  taking the entirety of him in her. He felt rock hard again and she loved the feel of him,  she felt so full and in control. It was her turn and she fucked him like a cow girl bumping on a horse. The feel of his hands gripping her breasts, her humps became desperate with need and yearning, her tilted head turned to look at him, tears in her eyes, she met his thrusts head on, certain her waist would bruise from how hard he gripped her and she didn't care.

Soon she would be gone and she would cherish this moment, her lips descended on his, their thrusts not halting. He saw the look in her eyes and he returned it a tenfold.

"Bella" he husked out, her face inches from his. She could read him like he could her,  and she let out a restrained sob,  shaking her head,  she kissed him like it was the last time and he didn't question her. He just gave her what she needed until they reached their climax again and came hard as the first time. And he couldn't help but think, having her will never get old.

When spent,  he let her lay on top of him,  feeling a wet trail down his neck and shoulder,  he soothed her back.

"It's okay piccola, I've got you"

"Forever? " she mumbled against his skin and he chuckled from the ticklinsh vibrations of her question.

"Yes, piccola, I promise" (in Italian) she smiled against him and teased

"You know I love it when you speak dirty to me" referring to his Italian than actual dirty talk.  He chuckled then, taking in her face as she hovered over him. Tucking her hair behind her ear for her.

"Let's get you cleaned up before you doze off on me again" he said with a teasing smile, amusement in his eyes and she rolled her eyes

"That was one time" with a slight tap on his chest as she sat up. She grimaced when he slowly took himself out of her,  her skin raw. He kissed her forehead and muttered

"Sorry,  baby" she felt a wet trail down her butt as she lay facing the ceiling, Luka got off and swallowed a curse when he saw a tinge of blood on the base of his cock, for having been rough on her. His eyes took her in one last time,  content in that moment and padded his naked self to the bathroom, his smile beaming when she whistled and said,

"Damn, that's one sexy ass you got there, stud" leaning on her elbow on the bed, having the whole view of his ripped back of his broad shoulders. She spoke the truth though, for the man's taut ass was appealing. She thought maybe she would ask just how many squats he did per day. She head the water running and she knew he was filling the tub, he walked out back to bed. Hovering over her, he said

"Yours is way better" pecking her lips,  she squealed when he took her into his arms like a groom would a bride and walked them towards the bathroom.

While she soaked in the warm rose scented water, he cleaned up their mess in his bedroom, discarding the clothes into a hamper,  along with his sheets, only to throw on clean ones. He was an organised man like that, perhaps a tad bit OCD at times,  however, he liked there to be sound order to his space. Walking into his closet,  he took out a baby doll night dress for Bella,  and some pyjama shorts for himself and walked back into the bathroom.

Their night was filled with giggles in the bathtub as they washed one another, and fleeting kisses here and there. And Bella found herself truly happy in that moment, perhaps the happiest she had ever been. For Luka seemed so carefree without the weight of the world weighing heavy on his shoulders. He was playful as he nipped at her skin, when he tickled her toes instead of washing her feet.

To pinching her waist when she stood before the mirror lotioning her body, which caused her to giggle further more. And she hit the jackpot when she pinched below his arm a tad bit further down his armpit,  on the side, retaliation on her part, only to have him let out a startled laugh. She gave him a mischievous look then,  eyes full of mirth as she smirked at him. That look told him more than he needed to know when she advanced towards him and he tried to sternly tell her No.

Alas,  it fell on deaf ears when she attacked the beast and he laughed trying to get away from her. Only to get his own hands on her and she squealed running away and out of his grasp. Except, overestimating the grand size of the room,  it didn't take Luka long before he had hauled her onto the bed, straddling her hips, he unleashed the tickle monster on her until she had tears free falling from her eyes.

He never wanted it to end,  the sound that felt like a happy summer's day with butterflies attacking his stomach. He was cocooned and wrapped around by her joyful laughter that he ended up laughed along.

"I g-give, I-give haha I-give" she laughed out trying to get him to stop.

"Oh yeah. Promise to be a good girl and stop when I tell you to?" he asked barely relenting and she crazily nodded

"Yes! Yes" she screamed out and he said

"Yes what, piccola?"

"I-Stoop. I-p-p-promise" she struggled out and he stopped. Watching her try to gain her bearings back with chuckles as if she could still feel his fingers on her. Finally opening her eyes, they fell on the content man over her, with a beaming smile,  she dropped it to a pout

"That wasn't fair" she said and he corked a brow in amusement and question

"Oh really?"

"Yes, you're much bigger than me" she whined out and she saw him smirk

"Why thank you piccola, I would say so myself" and she groaned in frustration at his innuendo, trying to keep her lips from stretching into a smile,  alas, a futile feat as she broke into a smile.

"Whatever" she said. Pushing him off her,  she made to get into bed.

"Don't even think of cuddling me" she warned facing away from him. And he simply shot her a knowing smile.

"Okay" he said, mischief in his own eyes as he got into bed and faced away from her just the same. She knew he was laughing at her as she gaped at him and his nerve. She knew he knew her well enough to know by dawn she'd be in his arms regardless. And she didn't mind at all.