𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍¹ ✔

15

So, like, after the whole truth or dare shenanigans, we all split to our separate rooms, and I ended up in Luca's bathroom, doing the usual girl stuff, you know, skincare, haircare, and all that jazz. It was like my sacred girl time.

But then, out of nowhere, I hear Luca, in that adorable voice of his, calling out to me. "Adriana, did you ever have a thing for Ricardo before you liked me?"

I mean, seriously, what's he on about? I couldn't help but raise a brow, like, seriously? Where is this coming from?

So, I strut out of the bathroom, making my way to him. He's sitting there, looking all cute and innocent as he holds my waist. He's got that 'I'm-so-curious' look on his face, and I can't help but grin at the adorableness of it all.

"What's that all about, Luca?" I say, cocking my head to the side, still not sure where he's going with this.

And you know what, babe? We're about to have a little heart-to-heart. So grab your popcorn, because it's time to spill some juicy tea!

Luca's face was all serious, like he's about to unravel the biggest mystery of the century, and he's like, "It's just the way you look at Ricardo, Adriana."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes, like seriously, dude, we're talking about Ricardo here.

I'm like, "Like what, Luca?" I mean, I'm genuinely curious here, but this whole situation is like something out of a rom-com or a teen drama show.

And here we are, just two lovebirds, trying to figure out where the heck this is going. But hey, it's all part of the fun, right?

Luca was still stuck in serious mode, like he was a detective solving a wild case, and he tells me, "You look at Ricardo like you want to f*** him."

And I burst out laughing, like, oh man, I couldn't hold it in. This is getting better by the second.

I'm like, "Luca, honey, let's get something straight here. I'm not into blonds, and I'm definitely not into Ricardo. He's like a brother, but a more bearable one than Mateo, because Jesus, Mateo can be annoying."

I winked at him, just to mess with his head a bit, and I said, "But you, Luca, I love. You need to stop being such an insecure dick."

We both burst into laughter, because honestly, sometimes you just gotta roll with the punches and keep the humor alive.

Luca tried to play it cool and was like, "I'm not an insecure dick," and kissed my neck all sweet-like.

I smirked, knowing where this was heading, and as if on cue, Luca ripped my clothes off. No foreplay, no hesitation, just boom, rough entry.

And oh, f***, I clung onto his shoulders, because "insecure dick" was the furthest thing from my mind. He was giving off that big dick energy, quite literally, because let's be real, the man really had a massive one.

I gasped and whispered, "Luca, you really know how to work it."

He chuckled, his lips brushing against my ear, "You have no idea, baby."

Our playful banter turned into incoherent whispers and groans as the pleasure intensified. Luca whispered, "You like that, don't you?"

I could barely find my voice, but I managed to respond with a breathy, "Yes, I love it."

In the throes of passion, Luca's powerful thrusts were sending waves of pleasure and pain through my body, a thrilling combination that left me breathless and craving more. His lips traveled from my neck down to my chest, and he latched onto my breasts with an intensity that made me whimper.

Feeling an undeniable need to take control, I shifted, turning him over and straddling his hips. His hands gripped my waist as I began to ride him, my movements growing faster and more frantic. Our moans and gasps filled the room, an erotic symphony of desire.

As I rode him, my voice was filled with longing and urgency. "Luca, please, I need to cum," I begged, the desire becoming overwhelming.

Luca watched me with lust-filled eyes, his voice husky as he finally granted my request, "Cum for me, Adriana."

My climax hit me like a tidal wave, and I squirted over him. The intensity of my release sent Luca over the edge, and he came with a guttural groan of satisfaction. As our bodies trembled in the aftermath, I collapsed against him, panting and sated.

We lay there, our hearts racing, wrapped up in the ecstasy of the moment. It was a night we would never forget, where our connection had deepened in ways words could never truly capture.

After the intense climax, Luca kissed me softly, his tenderness a stark contrast to the passion we had just shared. He knew the importance of aftercare, and his caring gestures only deepened my affection for him.

He held me close, his strong arms wrapped around me, as he gently whispered, "You were incredible, Adriana."

I couldn't help but smile, my heart full of love for this man who had become such an important part of my life. His aftercare was a reminder of how he truly cared for me, both inside and outside the bedroom.

In his embrace, I felt safe and cherished, and as I drifted off to sleep, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together.

In the middle of the night, I was jolted awake by an overwhelming feeling of nausea. Panic rushed through me; it could be one of two things – pregnancy or a severe drop in blood sugar. Neither option was particularly appealing, but I had to find out.

I tried to wake Luca, but he was in the deepest of slumbers. I resorted to more drastic measures and climbed on his lap, smacking him with a pillow. It was like waking a hibernating bear, but I had no other choice.

My stomach turned, and the urgency of the situation pushed me to rush to the bathroom. I barely made it in time, and I could hear Luca's concerned voice asking what was wrong as he rushed to my side, holding my hair back.

I explained my fear of being pregnant or dealing with a significant blood sugar issue. Luca, always the calming presence, checked my blood sugar, and thankfully, it was just a case of my sugar levels dropping.

Relief washed over me, and I leaned against him, grateful for his support and care. As we sat on the bathroom floor, I couldn't help but think about how lucky I was to have him by my side, even in the most challenging moments.

Luca's deep voice broke the silence. "You scared the hell out of me. I thought something serious was wrong."

I nodded, feeling guilty for waking him in the middle of the night. "I'm sorry, Luca. I didn't mean to freak you out like that."

He gently brushed a strand of hair from my face and kissed my forehead. "It's okay. I'd rather be woken up for something like this than not know you needed me. We're in this together, no matter what."

His words warmed my heart, and I knew that with Luca by my side, I could face anything that life threw at us. We settled back into bed, my head resting on his chest, and I closed my eyes, feeling safe and loved.