𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 ( 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞)

𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥'𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

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.