Page 46 of The Game Changer
But then, there’s no holding back the moan that fallsfrom my lips as he raises me slightly, then pulls me back down, hitting a different angle inside of me. “It’s so good.Sogood.” I gasp, then whimper when he pushes up at the same time as pulling me down again over him. My legs are still a little shaky from earlier, but that doesn’t seem to matter. Not when he takes over, moving my body for me, making me cry out with pleasure.
He might say I’m in charge, that he’s not my boss in the bedroom. But right now, I am one hundred percent at his mercy, his to command and control, and I am completely okay with that.
Because another orgasm is coming, hard and fast. I don’t have any hope of slowing things down or holding it off to prolong this. “Oh God, I’m coming. Right there, Luca. Right there. Oh!” I cry out as I burst into a thousand tiny pieces, barely hearing his groan as he finds his own release. My entire body is buzzing as I feel my core spasm around him. My movements eventually slow, and the trembling in my legs that I’d managed to ignore comes back. I’m exhausted. Drained in the best possible way.
Luca wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest, then rolling both of us onto the side, his cock slipping out of me. He starts to shift away, and I make a sound of protest.
He chuckles. “I’m just dealing with the condom.”
He rolls back toward me a minute later, gathering me in his arms. Our legs tangle together as he runs his fingers down my hair. “Is this okay?”
I know he’s asking about his residual limb, the softliner that I can feel against my skin, but all I can muster is a nod. His soft chuckle tells me it’s enough, however.
“That was incredible,” he says after a moment of silence. “Thank you.”
A giggle escapes me as I tip my chin up to look at him. “Am I meant to say you’re welcome? Because that feels backward, somehow. Shouldn’t I be thanking you for not one, not two, butthreeorgasms?”
Luca lifts his head off the pillow and smirks down at me. “You know, you’re right. Youshouldthank me.”
I laugh again, and his smile grows, even as he lightly smacks my ass. “Brat.”
That just makes me laugh harder, and then he joins in, and the next thing I know, we’re both losing it, clutching each other, lost in laughter.
When we eventually calm down, Luca tucks my hair behind my ear. “Would it be too forward of me to ask you to stay the night?”
I lean over and kiss him. “I was hoping you would. There’s still two more condoms, after all.”
In a flash, Luca has me on my back, and is holding himself over me, his dark hair falling into his eyes.
“Challenge accepted.”
21
LUCA
Was last night real?
That’s the first thought to cross my consciousness as I start to wake up. Then Isla shifts next to me, nestling her plump ass closer into the cradle of my body. Fuck yes, it was. Her slow, steady breaths tell me she’s still asleep, and I take the opportunity to sink into the moment.
Last night was incredible. We used two of the condoms, Isla unleashing a side of me I haven’t felt in ages. I didn’t think about my leg, not once, after she grabbed the condoms for us. All I could think about, all I wanted to think about, was wringing as much pleasure from her as possible before we both fell into an exhausted sleep.
I’ve been with women that don’t try very hard to hide their disdain for my limb difference, and I’ve been with women who don’t make a big deal out of it. But last night was the first time I felt truly comfortable in bed with a woman. As if I could do whatever I chose to do, and if it didn’t work because of my mobility challenges, itwouldn’t matter. Isla’s complete acceptance of who I am with no reservations was wildly freeing.
But now, in the gentle light of the morning after, I’m worried. Will the connection we had last night still be there when I do my morning care and put back on my prosthetic? Even if it is, what happens next? I’m heading home to Cedar Creek today, and Isla’s staying for the conference. But when she returns, how will she want to handle things?
A muffled noise comes from the woman tucked into my arms, and I force my brain to stop spiralling as she slowly rolls over and blinks her eyes open.
“Hi,” she says softly, a small smile creasing her face. Then she burrows in, tucking her head into my chest.
I chuckle and pull her in close. “Morning. What time is your first panel?”
Isla groans. “That depends on what time it is now.”
“Still early, just after six,” I reply.
She shifts back slightly and looks up at me with sleepy eyes. “Thank God. Breakfast isn’t till eight.”
I shift her onto her back and prop my upper body up on my elbow. She’s breathtakingly beautiful, even first thing in the morning, her lips plump from being kissed for hours last night, her cheeks a light pink, possibly from my stubble. I lean down and press a kiss to the side of her neck, down the slope of her shoulder and farther, unable to resist her allure.
