Page 25 of Moonlight & Matrimony (Oak Ridge #2)

I’ve barely registered the curse before his lips are on mine and I’m being lifted into the air.

My legs automatically wrap around his waist as he continues to devour my mouth.

I open for him, our tongues tangling in a heated dance.

He tastes like sin, and I want to drown in it.

Fuck the consequences — I need this. Need him.

He walks us back into the house, setting my ass on the cold marble countertop of the kitchen island. “Fuck, Ivy. This is such a bad idea.”

“Feels pretty damn good to me,” I breathe as I roll my hips against the bulge in his jeans. He groans into my mouth, fisting my hair in his hand.

“Such a bad girl.” I moan in response as he tugs my head back, his lips traveling down my neck. His tongue traces a line down to my breasts as one hand pulls down my shirt. “Fuck me,” he curses, eyeing the jewelry adorning each of my nipples.

“That’s the idea,” I tease a little breathlessly.

His eyes darken as he pulls my head back. “You’re going to ruin me,” he grumbles, his gruff voice sending shivers down my spine. “So fucking beautiful.”

“Just fucking touch me, Luca.”

“You’re not the one in control here, Trouble.”

“Please,” I moan. He takes one peak into his mouth, the metal clicking against his teeth as he tastes me. My hands find his hair as I pull him harder against my chest, seeking more friction. He switches to the other side, releasing my hair from his tight grip to trail his fingers down to my ass.

I reach between us, cupping his erection, and he pulls back to study my face. “Tell me you want this, Ivy. Tell me you need my cock and I’ll give it to you. I’d give you the fucking moon if you asked for it.”

I nod frantically.

“Words, Ivy. I need your words.”

“Fuck me, Luca.”

“Not here.” Before I can protest, he lifts me off the counter, carrying me towards the stairs.

“You’re going to drop me.”

“Never. I will never let anything hurt you, sweetheart,” he says, taking the stairs two at a time with ease as I cling to his body. Somehow, I believe him.

He pushes through the door to his room, and my eyes widen in amazement. There’s a massive king-size four poster in the middle of the space with dark green bedding that I’d love to burrow into. I barely have a moment to take in more of my surroundings when Luca tosses me down onto the plush surface.

He slowly crawls over me until his mouth hovers a breath away from mine. “You’re so goddamn sexy.” He cups my face tenderly, bringing our lips together for a brief kiss before raising up onto his knees to undo his jeans. “Strip, Ivy. I’m not a patient man.”

I quickly tug off my already disheveled tank top and pull down my shorts, leaving me in nothing but a lacy thong. Luca groans at the sight before him and his hand stills on his zipper.

“Fuck, you look delicious. Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.” He backs off the bed, stripping off his shirt as he goes, before removing his jeans and swiftly tossing them off to the side.

I freeze, my eyes roaming down his body before snapping back to meet his piercing stare at the gruff command in his voice when he says, “Now.”

“Bossy.”

“Brat.”

We smirk at each other, both of us trying to hold in our laughter until I finally spread my legs and the heat returns in full force. My attention snags on the impressive bulge in his boxer briefs, and he doesn’t miss a beat. “See something you like?”

“Mmm hmm,” I say. What are words anyway?

“Come here, wife . Crawl to me.”

The title sends a rush of need coursing through my veins. I slowly shift onto all fours, crawling across the bed towards the lust-filled gaze of my husband.

“Open that pretty mouth for me.” I don’t have it in me to be defiant anymore as my entire body vibrates with need. I want to taste him. Ever so slowly, Luca lowers his boxers, revealing his rock hard erection in all its glory.

He tilts my chin up, opening my jaw wider with his thumb before pushing his cock into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the tip in response. “That’s it. Look how fucking perfect you are.”

He pushes in further, hitting the back of my throat. My eyes water as we start to move in tandem, encouraging him to fuck my mouth in earnest.

“Such a pretty girl, so full of my cock.” I moan around the head as I push a hand between his legs to cup his balls.

His eyes close, a strained expression taking over his face as he tilts his head to the ceiling.

He pulls back suddenly, and I gasp, trying to catch my breath.

“Fuck. You’re gonna make me embarrass myself.

I need to feel you around me, and I don’t mean your mouth. ”

Luca pushes me onto my back, and I shift closer to the headboard for leverage.

He rounds the side of the bed, pulling open his nightstand where he grabs a condom and tosses it onto the bed.

The mattress dips when he crawls between my knees, sheathing himself as I look on, one hand pushed under my panties, circling my clit.

He stares at me with a sly grin as he rolls the condom down his length. “Are you wet for me?”

“Why don’t you find out, baby?” I tease, removing my hand and holding it out for his approval. He takes my fingers between his lips and fucking moans — I damn near come on the spot.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He reaches out and tears my thong at the seam, tossing it over the side of the bed, And that might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. “This all for me?” he asks, running two fingers between my thighs.

“God, yes. Fuck me.”

He smirks. “My wife is so impatient.”

“Luca…” I draw out his name like a plea.

He tugs both of my arms over my head, my wrists locked securely under one hand as his other trails down between my breasts, pausing to tweak one nipple, then carrying on past my belly, through my soaked pussy. “So fucking beautiful,” he mutters.

His fingers stroke gently over my clit, and I writhe under his teasing ministrations. The slow torture doesn’t last long before he’s lining himself up at my core, and slowly pushing in, inch by agonizing inch.

“I’m not fragile,” I seethe. When his gaze meets mine, his smile is devilish.

This motherfucker is torturing me on purpose.

“Tell me, wife. Did you enjoy listening to me come this morning?”

I grit my teeth, preparing to deny his accusations. “I don’t know… what… you’re talking about.” The words come out between gasps and pants as he continues to thrust, hard but torturously slowly.

“Mmmm. I don’t believe that for one second. How does it feel to know I had to fist my cock when all I wanted to do was strip you bare and take you right there in the hallway? To push you up against the wall and fuck you so hard you’d still feel me inside of you the next day.”

“Luca, please,” I beg. I can’t stand the anticipation. It’s simultaneously too much and not enough.

“That’s it. Beg for my cock.”

“Please, baby. I need you.”

“Good girl.” His lips meet mine in a bruising kiss as he plunges forward, and I cry out at the intrusion. “Goddamn, you’re so fucking tight.”

His mouth is going to be my undoing.

“Touch your pussy for me. I want to feel you strangle my cock when I fill you up.” He releases my wrists, caging me between his elbows as one of my hands finds his ass, his hips thrusting into me, setting an easy pace, while my other hand trails down to my clit.

I feel myself immediately building towards an explosive orgasm as his hips thrust faster, our bodies entwined in a haze of pure lust.

“You feel so good, baby.”

“Come for me, wife.”

My body responds to his command and I shatter, stars dancing behind my eyes in the best orgasm of my life.

Luca slows his thrusts, cupping my face almost tenderly as his orgasm claims him.

He collapses into me in a mess of sweaty limbs, our breaths mingling as we come down from the high.

He places a reverent kiss on my collarbone, then pulls me into his embrace, where I slowly drift to sleep encased in the safety of my husband’s arms, content and sated.