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Luca grinned, and that passionate desire flashed in his eyes, the one that could drive me crazy.

He kissed me and simultaneously climbed over the back of the sofa.

I just managed to push the laptop aside, then he lay on top of me, his tongue exploring my mouth, and he slipped his hand under my sweater.

“Fuck, you have no idea how horny you’ve been making me all this time.”

It seemed to be mutual, but I couldn’t bring myself to articulate it. He hungrily claimed my lips, pulling our sweaters up, pressing against me. As I felt his arousal against my stomach, a soft sigh escaped me.

“Does that turn you on?” he whispered in my ear, rubbing his hips against me.

“Oh fuck, yes,” I whispered, clinging to him and wrapping my legs around him.

His hands were everywhere, stroking my stomach, chest, legs, pressing my hard-on through my pants, and kneading my butt. His body moved over mine as our tongues played together.

“Come,” he said, drawing away from me and extending his hand. “I want to do it in your bed.”

I laughed and knew exactly why he wanted that. It was the place where I had taken him for the first time. After having sex almost everywhere else since then, he told me that this room would always hold a special meaning for him.

Since I was just a guest here, I didn’t consider it my room, but that’s exactly where I followed him now.

Even though we were home alone, he closed the door behind me.

As I stood by the bed and faced him, he was already ripping off my sweater.

I did the same because I loved his beautiful body and couldn’t get enough of seeing him naked.

The way he responded to my touches was tantalizing.

But this time, I realized that Luca was taking control.

When I reached for his pants, he struggled to maintain composure and pushed me backward toward the bed until I had no choice but to sit down.

Without hesitation, he unbuttoned my pants and tugged them off.

I was already so damn hard, and seeing Luca shirtless in front of me made me even hornier.

With one hand supporting myself, leaning back a bit, I slowly stroked my length with the other.

“Shit, man,” Luca swallowed loudly, then he stripped off his pants and sought out my lips.

Like an animal, he climbed over me, so I leaned back and wrapped my arms around him.

Our tongues played together as our tips touched.

I moaned softly and ran my fingers over his tense abs.

Then I wrapped my hand around his length and rubbed it against me, against my penis and my stomach.

I spread the pre-cum over his glans and elicited a lustful sound from him.

His muscles trembled, and he pressed his whole body against me.

His warmth flowed through me, melting me.

Fuck, he’s hot!

I grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands and squeezed his hips even harder against me.

We rubbed against each other, and the fire between us blazed higher.

Tenderly, he stroked the insides of my thighs.

I shuddered as he applied lube and approached my hole.

Gently, he massaged the muscle ring. When he slowly inserted a finger into me, I arched under him and stretched my neck.

It felt so good.

Luca kissed my nipples and jerked me off with his free hand. Then he pulled his finger back and inserted two. Overwhelmed by the tingling sensation, I held my breath and clung to him. He smiled and kissed my glans, played with his tongue on the frenulum, and sucked on it, making me moan loudly.

I was consumed by desire and didn’t want it to stop.

I longed for him. Wanted more. Craved him inside me.

As if he could read my thoughts, I heard the crackling of the condom packet.

He met my longing gaze with a gentle smile.

I lifted my pelvis and got him to kiss the head of my penis.

With the tip of his tongue, he teased the slit and massaged my balls.

Then, finally, he aligned his penis against my hole and pushed into me.

Feeling him inside me felt so right. With gentle movements, he moved back and forth, stealing my breath away. I lifted my hips again and enjoyed every single one of his thrusts.

I lost myself and had no idea how long he fucked me like this.

When he pulled out of me, I felt this emptiness.

Our eyes met, and dark desire flashed in his eyes.

With a jerk, he turned me swiftly onto all fours, and before I could regain my balance, he penetrated me again.

Firm and hard. Just the way I loved it. He hauled me to the edge of the bed and stood up.

With his strong hands, he held my hips and thrust into me again.

His moans pierced the silence of the apartment as he fucked me in a rapid rhythm.

I sat up, reached for his hand, and guided it to my throat.

He rested my head on his shoulder and applied pressure.

I moaned. With pleasure. Besides, the guy had stamina like I’ve never seen before.

He kept up the pace and kept going and going.

The loud slapping of our skin mixed with our moans. A firework exploded in my head.

Luca pulled me even closer, turned my head, and kissed me eagerly. And as he continued to lightly choke me, he slid his other hand over my stomach, grabbed my cock, and started jerking me off at the same pace.

I lost my mind. He fucked me like an animal and drove me further and further toward the edge.

My muscles twitched uncontrollably, and I desperately wanted to come.

But I hadn’t lost all control yet because what I least wanted was for it to end.

The connection to him was more than just a quick fuck.

The way he breathed heavily in my neck, emitted lustful sounds, and drove me to the brink of madness was incomparable.

We were connected and closer than ever. Luca kissed my neck and thrust even harder.

His arms wrapped around me, giving me support.

With my head on his shoulder, I savored every second.

“Shit, I’m about to come,” I moaned.

“Damn, yeah. I want to see it.”

He moved faster. Relentlessly grazed my pleasure point, causing me to writhe in his arms. But there was no escape.

I couldn’t delay the moment any longer. My muscles contracted, I grimaced and tensed up.

Then I came. Luca still held onto my penis, squeezing it and moving the skin back and forth.

Milking me tenderly. I let myself be carried away by the hot wave, clinging to Luca’s arms and moaning loudly.

In bursts, the cum shot out of me, making me tremble each time.

“Fuck me more,” I said with closed eyes, still resting my head on his shoulder and enjoying his warm hand on my throat. “Fuck me hard and deep. I want to feel you come inside me.”

“Fuck,” Luca gasped beside my ear and picked up the pace again.

Clutching me tight, he thrust forcefully into me. Hard and eager.

“Oh God … here it comes … hhhh … I … fuuuck!”

Luca moaned for a long time as his grip on me tightened. Then he thrust again, and I felt him cum inside me. A shiver went through me, a hot wave of pleasure and this wonderful feeling of being connected to him.

We remained in that position for a while, panting heavily and coming down together.

Luca withdrew from me and pushed me onto the bed as he lay down beside me.

We kissed as if it were just the beginning, but this time the kisses were different.

There was something I hadn’t noticed before.

Something inside me. I longed for his lips, his touches.

I needed them and didn’t want to be without them anymore.

He stroked my head, my cheek, and my neck, giving me a sense of security.

When he brushed my arm, I shuddered, because it dawned on me: I had fallen in love with the guy.

What we shared here was bittersweet, and I yearned for more of it—much more.

Deep down, I knew it was beyond my reach.

I felt foolish for even entertaining the idea of him falling in love with me; it was nothing but a pipe dream.

What we had was just a fleeting moment of pleasure, nothing more.

Still, despite knowing this, a warm feeling stirred in my chest. It fluttered with every heartbeat, a gentle reminder that I was, indeed, a dreamer.

“Are you cold?” he asked, yanking the blanket over us immediately.

“I’m fine,” I replied, savoring his company. His warmth and gentle touches were all I needed.

He showered me with kisses, brushed aside a few stray strands of hair, and traced his fingers along my neck. I melted into the sensation, simply reveling in it. As his fingers lingered on my neck, he paused.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Hm …?”

“What’s the story behind this scar?”

I met his gaze, drowning in the depths of his beautiful eyes. They held such tenderness, as if I were … precious. Despite myself, a wistful smile tugged at my lips.

“It's from a rope,” I replied softly.

“A rope?” He furrowed his brow in disbelief. “I’m sorry, but I lack the imagination for that.”

“I was often … locked up. Eventually, I managed to get hold of a rope long enough to abseil from the third floor.

It was raining that day. By the time I reached the first floor, my father looked out from the window above, cursing and threatening me.

He started shaking the rope violently. I was already soaked and struggling to hold on.

Weak from two days without food, I lost my grip and slid down.

The rope tore my skin from my neck to my collarbone, my hands bleeding too.

But feeling the ground beneath my feet and the rain on my face was strangely comforting.

The pain seemed insignificant. My father shouted threats, then disappeared from the window, so I ran as fast as I could.

“How old were you then?”

“Sixteen. I never went back.”

Before I could be consumed by the depths of those memories, I tilted my head and nestled closer to Luca. He enveloped me in his arms, holding me tightly.

It felt so good.

This was where I wanted to stay.

Forever.