Page 63 of The Game Changer
My hands find the waist of his pants. Dark grey sweatpants that I’ll admire his ass in later. Right now, they have to go. “Can we do it here? Like this?” I gasp as I push them down, only getting as far as the top of hisprosthetic before his strong hands grip my hips and lift me up slightly onto the back of the couch.
“We’re gonna find out,” he says through gritted teeth. His eyes are wild with desire and I know without asking that mine are the same. I fumble with his underwear but manage to get them pushed down far enough to free his cock, which I instantly grab with my hands. “Damn baby, hold on,” he says, chuckling, covering my hands with his. “Gotta get a condom.”
Maybe I should be embarrassed by the whimper that escapes me, or the words I say next, because do I really need to make it so obvious how I’m feeling? But I don’t care.
“We don’t need one. I mean, I’m on a birth control shot. And you already know there hasn’t been anyone but you.” I hold my breath, waiting for him to respond.
Cupping my face, his expression softens into something so kind, so gentle, so…loving. “I haven’t been with anyone else since my ex. And I got a full checkup a few months ago, so I’m good. But are you sure? After Charlie, I didn’t want to assume you’d be okay without extra protection.”
My heart swells so big, I swear it’s going to burst out of my chest. This amazing man, even now, when we’re nearly consumed with lust, thought of my past, my accidental pregnancy as a teenager, and wanted to make sure I was comfortable.
“I’m okay with it.” I tug him back between my spread legs. “What I’m not okay with is you going anywhere that isn’t right here.” I lean forward, closing the small distance between us, and kiss him, intending to keep itlight. But Luca clearly isn’t having that. His tongue spears between my lips as he grinds his hips into mine. If it’s an awkward or challenging position with his leg, he doesn’t let on as he rocks into me, pressing against my core in a deliciously teasing way.
Once again, I push down his underwear, feeling his lips turn up underneath mine. This time, he doesn’t stop me when I wrap my hand around his length, squeezing it lightly. He doesn’t stop me when I notch him to my entrance. He doesn’t stop me when I roll my hips forward, taking him inside.
No. He doesn’t stop. He takes over, his hand coming to my thigh, gripping it tightly as he thrusts into me. I cry out against his kiss, feeling overcome by the sensation of him filling me. And yet, along with that overwhelming feeling is the undeniable sense of being settled, exactly where I’m meant to be.
“Fuck, you feel like heaven,” Luca whispers when we stop kissing to breathe. “I missed you. Not just this,” —he punctuates it with a push of his hips— “but you. Holding you. Being free to be with you.”
I know what he’s saying. And I feel the same.
But then he tilts my hips up, driving forward at a new angle and any coherent thoughts fly out of my head. My hands fall back, scrambling for purchase on the couch behind me. He won’t let me fall. I know that. I can give myself over to the pleasure he’s wringing from my body, one slide of his cock at a time.
“Oh God, Luca,” I whine as he keeps moving, rocking himself in and out of me, igniting nerve endings I never knew existed. “I’m so close.”
“Wait for me.” His voice makes it clear that’s a command, not a request. And my body responds, holding me in this place, this precipice where I know the fall will be delicious, but the anticipation is just as good.
He thrusts in a few more times before moving his thumb to my clit. “Now, baby. Now.”
I detonate.
I scream out his name, my body shaking as I clench around him. I fling myself forward to hold onto his shoulders as we both ride out our orgasms, tangled in each other’s arms. His shoulders are heaving with every breath as I feel the warmth of his release inside of me.
And as I slowly return to earth, relaxing into his body, he gently pulls my robe back up to my shoulders, kissing my skin as he covers me up.
I place my hands on his cheeks, tilting his head up to kiss me properly. His cock twitches inside of me and I can’t avoid the giggle that escapes me.
“Really? Already? I thought older men needed more time.”
He growls at me as he draws out. “Careful, Forrester.”
I giggle again, but it quickly turns to a grimace as I feel the wetness between my legs. Before I can say anything, Luca whips off his shirt, moving it to clean me up before tossing it over by his bag and pulling up his own pants.
I slide off the couch and drape my arms around his neck, tugging him down for another kiss. I wish I never had to stop kissing him.
When I pull back, I look up at him with an innocentexpression. “So, serious question. How much time does a man your age need before he can go again?”
Somehow, I break free of his arms and dance out of range as his face goes from amused to surprised. Then he takes off, following me down the hall to my bedroom where I let him sweep me up into his arms.
“When there’s a woman like you waiting? No time at all.”
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LUCA
“I thoughtyou said you didn’t need recovery time,” Isla teases between gasps of air.
Sassy little brat…
