Disclaimer: The whole of this chapter is just sex. If you do not want to read it, it's okay. See you on Monday to read Lia on set

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞.
~𝐚.𝐫. 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫~

𝗟𝗶𝗮

"You're so beautiful when you're aroused." He tells me, I let out a long sigh, mumbling something unintelligent when he yanks my jeans off me, sliding them down my legs, leaving me in black panties and a bra that is loosely hanging around my neck. My whole body shake, and I feel sweat dripping down from every part of my body, but I'm more embarrassed by how wet my pussy feels.

Luca bends over me, his eyes fixed on mine, looking as aroused as I was that it gives me a heady feeling that I can do that to him.

He removes my bra and I sigh with relief because it was making me a little uncomfortable. I'm now completely naked while Luc is still fully dressed. I should feel embarrassed. I don't, my body is wound up in so many sensations I do not have the energy to be embarrassed.

"Wow!" he says in a small voice. Pulling me near him such that his erection lightly touched my pussy.

I whimper, biting my upper lip to keep from moaning.

Luca moves his gaze from me, touching my stomach gently, the tips of his fingers running slowly down and stopping before touching the one place I needed him to touch.

"Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?" I don't say anything, my voice is gone, hidden somewhere down my throat. The only sounds I seem to have were groans—moans and whimpers.

"Your breasts are perfect," he murmurs almost relevant, cupping both of them in his large hands. I arch my body up, chasing a feeling I knew would take away this longing my body seems to have built up.

I know my breasts are not perfect. They are too small, however, hearing Luc say they are perfect in a hoarse voice as if he couldn't believe it makes me believe they were indeed perfect. The way his tongue rolls around the nipple makes me wetter than I already was.

"Your body is perfection." he sounds as if he is choked. But that is not what I'm fixated on, it's the fact that he can string words together when I'm so consumed I cannot bring myself to say anything, neither am I ashamed that I'm spread out naked on top of a dining table.

"Fucking gorgeous," he swore as he leans over me, kissing me slowly, gently while his hand roams over my body. I whimper, "Luc," I sound stained or as if someone was struggling me. How could that be my voice? He doesn't answer, his mouth is occupied, the tips of his fingers leaving a trail of caresses down my body.

"Open your eyes." I didn't even realize my eyes were closed. I open them and look at him in time to see him bending over my pussy.

No, he wouldn't! I know I'm panicking, my limbs feel so weak I can't get them up.

I'm not innocent that I don't know what he is about to do, but I don't know if I want anyone putting their mouth in my pussy. That is not hygienic, not to mention embarrassing.

How was I supposed to look him in the eye after this?

"Look at me." I do. Looking at him lower his head to stare at my pussy.

"Wait!" I sound so weak, my voice is a whisper, my hand falling on my side like I have no strength to keep it up.

He stops, but not before inhaling it like it was delicious food.

"You want me to stop?" of course I did not want him to stop. But I didn't want him going down on me. I was about to say that when he slid in his finger.

"Oh, god,!" There was no way this was me. I arched my body, breathing hard, sensations running through my whole body as if it was electic shock.

"I want to make you come."

"I'm close." I tell him with a loud cry when he slid his second finger. He is teasing, watching me throughout when he starts sliding them in and out, a motion that resembled how I had imagined we would be doing instead of this torture happening to me. I vowed I would do the same to him.

Tongue his entire body, touch him as he was doing to me, bring him to the brink of release and then withdraw it just in the nick of time and see how he likes it.

"Let me go down on you." I tightly close my eyes when he rubs his thumb around my clit with his fingers buried deep into me. I feel full and heightened.

"Please lia. I want to taste you."

Taste me? What the hell does that mean? I'm sure I taste like every woman's vagina out there. Mine was not special. I tell him so. What he says softens me, and in what seemed like a reflex or a reaction to these words, I open my legs wider.

With his two fingers still inside me, Luc smooches my pussy. Then he stood to look at me; his gaze getting hotter each time it stayed on my face.

He starts to play again, the motion of his fingers quicker, his thumb back on my clit. I could feel myself coming, a strangled voice breaking when I cum all over his fingers.

"Oh, God!" I feel so weak my limbs fall to my side. I don't look at Luca, I'm embarrassed, so much so that I bring my hands on my face.

"I wanted to see your cum face, it's absolutely beautiful." I don't say anything, my hands are still covering my face, but they don't stay that way for long because Luc's mouth is now on me. Licking, sucking, rolling his tongue on my clit, the sound from his throat making me more aroused.

I can't stay still, my hand is on his head, keeping him in place, I roll from side to side feeling intoxicated, one of my legs falling on his shoulder. I'm no longer sure why I didn't want him to go down on me when it feels this incredible.

I could do anything when Luc has his mouth on me. I could even fly. He sucks again, making a slurping sound that I was beginning to understand my body loved hearing. I'm coated in sweat, breathing rapidly with an expert tongue rubbing against me. I hiss when he rolls it side to side, and then I cum in his face when he licks my clit. That is what it takes to give me a second orgasm with a cry that sounded more like a goat bleating. I hated it so much but I couldn't stop it even though I wanted to, crying his name over and over, my body shuddering uncontrollably, hand still lightly in his hair.

My half-closed eyes meet with Luc's when he is wiping his mouth against his hand, his chin has a little of my juices, and I close my eyes tightly at how I must look at him. Spread out, wet, naked.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a whisper, looking at me in awe.

Am I okay? I don't know. He looks at me as if I was special, beautiful, like I was the most important woman in his life. I don't answer, though I move my eyes to his face.

He is handsome, my Luc. He is tall, lean with strong cheekbones, and eyes the color of meadows.

He pulls me off the table, scooping me in his arms, and walks to my bedroom. "I'm not done with you yet." I let out a gentle sigh of relief, my body feeling heady at the tone of his voice. I wanted more, I wanted to feel him inside my body, I wanted to explore his too.

I had not seen him naked since I was fourteen, and I was curious to know how big he had become.

He throws me on my bed, and I giggle at how I bounce. "You like that." I smile at him, watching him take off his clothes too quickly as if he was on a clock.

"I can't believe I'm about to have sex with you," he says when removing his pants. I sit up on the bed, not embarrassed of my nakedness because I had forgotten I was naked while I stared at each part of his body he unclothed.

"Wow! Aren't you ripped!" I say, devoid of shame at my words or the fact that I couldn't stop gawking.

"I love that you like my body," he says with a small laugh.

"Love? I adore it." That makes him laugh out loud.

"That is not the same as it was the last time I saw it." I say in a dry tone, pointing at his big aroused dick.

"I would be worried if it was." he says slowly leaning over me. I fall slowly too, watching him watch me as if he wanted to eat me alive.

I'm now on my back, Luc crushes his mouth against me, kissing me with the same mouth that had gone down on me. He tastes salty and sour. I guess that's how I taste.

"You taste delicious, by the way." How the hell should I answer that when I feel embarrassed with the memory of how I came all over his face?

Seconds later, I realize, that if I wanted to be on the same equal ground as Luc, I needed to drop this virginal habit of shyness and match him word for word, action for action.

"I would like to know how you taste too. Do you think you're delicious?" He almost falls on my body with shock, his gaze filled with desire as he stares at me like he couldn't believe I had said it.

"I can't tell you how many times I have imagined that mouth wrapped around my dick." He whispers, kissing me gently, his hands rubbing around my waist.

"How many times?" I prompt, kissing him back, my arms around his neck.

"Enough times."

That wasn't what I wanted. I wanted him to specifically name some.

Caressing his body with the tips of my fingers as he had done to me, I heard a whimper when I touched him lightly, a bearly touch, yet he felt it. I could tell by the heavy feel of his erection on my stomach.

"Every time I see you in red lipstick." I smiled while still kissing him, feeling as if he was telling me a secret, what he didn't know was that he was arming me.

Red lipstick is his weakness. I guess I will have to wear it just to tease him once in a while.

"That's good to hear, " I tell him. He doesn't give me time to question him further because he thrust into me, and we both moan in unison.

"Oh, Lia, you feel incredible," I tell him the same, my body moving with his while my mouth kisses every part of him I could reach. He pumps in me, thrusting, pushing in and out of me in a motion that was as old as time.

Suddenly, he moans on my neck, backing against me as his dick is buried deep inside me. I can feel he is about to cum, he shivers, tenses, and I wound my legs around his waist bringing him deeper inside of me he cums with a groan. I watch his face, mesmerized at how ridiculously hot I found him at that moment. Society was right. Sex is a powerful tool. He can use it against me, and I can do the same to him too.

We were partners in more ways than one.

"I have never been inside another woman without a condom."

That shouldn't make me feel any special. It did. Knowing I was the only woman he had gone raw with.

"Didn't they know about birth control?"

"I'm sure they did, but I didn't care. I have a rule. If I can't have you with a condom, I don't want you."

"I guess you didn't want them enough." I say, rolling to the side with me on top.

"I guess I didn't. I want you more than enough."

"Yeah?" I was fishing for compliments, who wouldn't?

"Yes. I want to fuck you against the walls, inside a shower, outside, and then make slow love to you in a bed before I return to Italy. Is that something you would be interested in?"

"Yes. It sounds delightful."

He lets out a chuckle. It sounds as delightful as the feeling of lying on top of him with both our bodies sweaty, still aroused, and joined.