Page 22 of Pucking Tangled

TWENTY-TWO

Mia

Half-draped over Luca with her head resting on his chest as their heartbeats slowly began to sync again, Mia let out a contented sigh.

His skin was warm beneath her cheek, still slick from the way they’d moved together, loved each other for the first time.

And it had been love, in the way only something new and raw could be.

She should be exhausted, but she wasn’t ready to sleep. Not yet.

“That was pretty fucking incredible, MiaMoo.”

She tilted her head, watching his face in the soft light from the lamp on his bedside table. His lashes fluttered, and he exhaled deeply, almost dreamily.

“I’ve never experienced anything like that,” she confessed, fingers tracing idle patterns across his stomach.

Luca opened his eyes. “Same,” he chuckled.

She smiled, but her desire for him was already stirring again. She kissed his collarbone, slowly, then higher—just to see how he reacted .

He shivered under her touch. “You’re insatiable. Greedy.”

“It’s all your fault,” she murmured against his neck. “You’re addictive.”

“I could say the same about you, Mia.”

She shifted above him again, straddling his waist. Her heart squeezed in her chest when he looked up at her like she’d magically hung the moon. His hands rose, tentative again. His fingers glided over her thighs, her hips, and up her torso until she leaned down and kissed him.

This time, it was different.

There was no more uncertainty or shyness. The tension between them simmered darker now— needier . She rolled her hips against him, slow and deliberate, and he groaned, hands tightening on her skin.

“You’re already hard again,” she whispered with a smile against his mouth.

“You’re naked and on top of me. Not really a surprise.”

Mia gasped when he suddenly flipped them, pressing her into the mattress with a darkened expression.

“Watching you ride me was a dream come true, but I want to make you come again with my tongue,” he growled.

Her breath caught in her throat as he kissed his way down her body like he was memorizing it—lips on her collarbone, her breast, the soft swell of her stomach. By the time he reached the inside of her thigh, she was trembling.

What he lacked in experience, Luca more than made up for in attentiveness. In reverence. In the sheer desire to learn her, please her, worship her.

That was more than she could say about any other guy she’d ever been with.

Luca was something special. In more ways than one .

He sent her over the edge with his tongue while she cried out his name.

But it still wasn’t enough.

“Again,” she panted as Luca made his way back up her body with a satisfied grin on his face. “I want you again.”

“Yeah?” he asked, breathlessly.

She nodded, pulling him impossibly close. “No holding back this time. I want all of you, Luca. Show me how badly you want me.”

His eyes widened like he couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. “Mia.”

“Luca,” she purred and handed him a condom. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Now that his firsts were out of the way, Mia wanted his wildest fantasies. No holding back. No worrying that she was going to break, or worrying that he was doing something wrong.

She wanted Luca, unhinged, with zero inhibitions.

Mia’s mouth watered as she watched him roll the condom down his length. He rubbed his cock against her pussy once, twice, before he pushed his length inside of her.

His thickness left her feeling so full.

“God, Mia. I swear. You were made for me,” he panted.

He moved harder, rougher, chasing rhythm instead of perfection now. She met him beat for beat, nails dragging down his back, moans swallowed in desperate kisses. Their sweat-slicked skin stuck to the sheets. The headboard knocked against the wall, but neither of them cared.

Words failed her as she lost herself in pleasure.

Luca made her come again, her orgasm even more intense this time. Then he followed behind her, calling out her name like a siren’s plea .

They stayed tangled together, gasping for air and too afraid to let go.

“Still think I’m sweet?” he murmured, his voice totally wrecked.

“I think you’re dangerous, Luca Blackford. And I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

Hours passed.

They’d drift off to sleep. Wake. Touch. Tease. Whisper.

Every time Mia thought she had enough, or that Luca might have—they proved each other wrong. A slow kiss on her neck. The brush of her knuckles along his ribs. The way he whispered her name like he was seeing her for the first time all over again.

She finally curled into him beneath the covers, boneless and sated, her back pressed against his chest. Mia drifted toward sleep when she felt him again—hard and ready, pressing low against her spine.

He didn’t speak.

Just eased her thighs apart with trembling fingers and slid into her from behind, his arm looping around her middle, pulling her tight to him as if he needed her to breathe.

His mouth pressed to the curve of her shoulder, his breath warm against her skin as he moved inside her with slow, tender care. Mia's hand reached behind her, found his hip and held him there.

This time their moans were quiet, lost in the dark hush of the room.

They came together with a content sigh, like a secret.

Their secret.

In the early morning hours, she woke to find Luca watching her. His eyes hooded and dark with desire.

One look was all it took to set her entire body on fire again.

She pulled him on top of her this time.

Her fingers clutched at his back as he plunged into her, deeper, rougher, their mouths finding each other in open-mouthed kisses that tasted like desperation. Luca groaned her name as she wrapped her legs around his waist and arched up into him, matching his rhythm with fierce need.

“Your cock feels amazing buried inside of me,” she whispered in his ear.

Luca’s breath hitched and his pace faltered. “Shit, Mia. Say it again.”

“I love the way your cock fills me up. How you bury yourself deep inside of me.”

“Goddamn, Mia,” he grunted as his pace turned erratic. He pressed his forehead to hers. “Wish we could stay here forever.”

His thumb found her clit as he fucked her harder and faster than before.

“Luca.” Her own hands found her breasts, teasing her nipples and bringing herself even closer to another orgasm.

“Fuck. Your pussy is squeezing my cock so good. Come for me, baby. Come on my cock so I can blow my load, Mia.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted. “Luca…I…ohh…fuuucccck.” Her eyes rolled back in her head. Toes curled and she held on for dear life as Luca came along with her.

He kissed her lips. “If the world ended right now, I’d die a happy man.”

Mia laughed. “No dying on me, Luca. I’m going to need a lot more of this,” she said, flexing her hips.

“Shit,” he hissed. “You’re evil.”

They exhausted each other. Again and again. Until there was nothing left but the sound of their breathing and the soft rustle of cooling sheets. Until the hunger faded into something calmer, deeper—an ache that wasn’t about sex anymore, but about staying in this moment.

When Mia finally drifted to sleep, it was with her head on his chest, one hand sprawled over his heart, the other curled with his between them.

And the lingering taste of his name on her lips.