Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
I adjust my fingers, stroking my clit and circling it with just the barest pressure. But it’s more than enough. “Luca. Oh my god… I’m seriously going to come right now.”
“You seriously are?” he teases.
How the hell can he make me laugh and moan at the same time? There should be a law against twisting my body up this way.
“That’s right,” he coaxes, plain bossy this time, his voice lower and commanding. “You can come. I want to see you coming apart with my cock inside you. Do you like to scream? If you don’t, make a special effort for me. I’d like to hear you crying out my name when you tip over into all that pleasure.”
Yes. Fucking. Sir. As you command.
He doesn’t have to change the pace. And it’s because he doesn’t that the pleasure sneaks up on me. I arch back against him, shoving my hips into his and driving myself down on him. He steadies me, filling me over and over and setting off a series of detonations that burst inside me, a wicked heat and wave after wave of sensation chasing it.
I cry out his name, or at least syllables that get close.
The only thing better than my own climax is the way his fingers sink harder into my hips and ass as he loses pace, loses control, and loses his head, chasing his own pleasure. He curses out something I don’t hear since my head is in a full-on haze, and then I feel the heat of him burst deep inside me. His cock kicks over and over, my walls clench around him in response, and we pant and shudder together.
When the pleasure starts to ebb, I realize how limp my arms are, and it takes all my energy to hold myself up.
I’m so lucky Luca wraps his arms around me. He pulls out and gently angles me into his arms, lowering us down to the bed. We still collapse the last part of the way, bouncing off the mattress together. My head lands just about perfectly on his shoulder, and I would laugh if I could catch my breath.
“Mmm,” I finally whisper against his sweaty shoulder. I turn my face and lick some of the wetness, the tang of the ocean bright and delicious on my tongue.
Another first for me.
For sure, this confirms the kink I was suspicious about earlier.
I have no idea what to label it. I’ll have to look up the exact word later. Then again, putting labels on something beautiful seems silly. It’s all Luca anyway. He’s my kink.
He’s my everything, especially when his arms tighten around me and his leg pushes between mine, holding me even closer. We aren’t two separate beings right now. We’re one soul, one spirit, one heart.
“I almost feel as though I should say thank you, but it also seems like a good thing to say if I want to get nut punched.”
“FYI, I think teabagging is a low blow,” I murmur.
“It’s the very definition of low.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “Maybe mid-range.”
“You can thank me for taking your cock so well. I think that’s hot.”
I’ll never get tired of being able to make him gasp. “You did. Wonderfully.” Or how he recovers and makes me want to both giggle and climb on top of him again.
“I should thank you too, then. Not just for this, but for being the best man I’ve ever known and for choosing to share that with me. For your forgiveness, your hope, your time, your thoughts, your passion, and your heart.”
“Christ, Dulcie.” He presses his nose to my wet hair and breathes in deeply. “I have nothing to say to that except I’m honored you see it that way.”
Before things get too heavy for how blissed out I am, I try to lighten it up. “If you could be any pie, what pie would you be?”
“The one we created today. It’s near perfection. It’s going to be biblical come that pie festival in a few weeks. It’s a blue ribbon or nothing.”
“A blue ribbon or nothing,” I say with a sigh, reaching up to stroke the side of his face while nestling even tighter against him. “If we get a blue ribbon, it will be for all of us. We’ll do it together. You. Me. My family. It’s so crazy how life was maybe never supposed to end up with you being back here and baking pies again, but it did.”
“What’s the term for something that should feel crazy, but doesn’t?” Luca asks.
“I think it’s called coming home,” I say softly in response.
“You know…” He tilts my face to his and kisses me so deliciously slowly that my toes go back to tingling. “I think you’re right.”
Chapter fourteen
Luca
Epilogue
Inever doubted that our Earl Grey pie would win first place, but seeing that blue ribbon in Archie’s hand right next to the other one he won for his lemon pepper carrot pie—it’s divine, obviously—sets off a series of small detonations in my chest. They take down the last of my already crumbling walls. The smile Archie gives us when he turns around? It’s so pure. So much like it used to be.