Her fingers curled lightly around him, steadying herself as much as him. The taste, the warmth, the closeness—it all wrapped around her senses, pulling her deeper despite the thoughts still trying to resist. Her lips brushed him again, as she allowed herself to feel instead of think.
Luca could barely hold himself together, the tension in him fraying with every second she stayed close.
When her lips opened up to him again, he lost the last of his restraint and moved toward her with a need that was impossible to hide.
He pushed her head further down, lifting his hips and hitting the back of her throat in one smooth glide, the breath leaving him in a helpless rush. "Fuck! God, babe. God I missed you." He swore.
Vee bobbed her head, her mouth moving, her tongue working, her fingers stroking, drawing out his pleasure.
The rhythm between them grew steadier, more urgent, as the heat of the moment swallowed every other thought.
