Page 76 of Family Bonds- Gabriela & Luca

“I enjoy winning,” she said. “Didn’t you realize that yesterday with all our games?”

Why were they talking about this now?

“I let you win. Just like now.”

“Don’t kid yourself,” she said, laughing.

“That will teach you,” he said, moving fast and flopping her on her back, pinning her there and holding her arms over her head.

“Ohhh, that was sexy.”

He let go of her hands. “I need to even the score.”

He moved down her body, lifted the bottom of her baggy T-shirt she’d slept in, her hips rising enough to have it stop at her waist.

Now was his chance to play with her a little.

Everything else had been joint actions on their parts. Fast, urgent, mind blowing.

But it couldn’t always be that way. Could it?

“I’m just dripping, waiting for you,” she said, her voice almost singing it.

“Shut up, Gabriela. Let me work in peace.”

Her laughter was exactly what he wanted to hear, his arms going under her hips, lifting her, him lying on his stomach, getting comfortable and ready to go.

His tongue came out, tapped on her little swollen bud of pleasure. The one her hand had slipped down to touch herself in front of him last night.

She wasn’t afraid to go after what she wanted. It was a trait he was coming to appreciate.

He pulled the tender flesh between his lips, sucked on like she’d done to him. She was wiggling around, squirming some, but he held her in place.

He worked her up and close to over, then just stopped and pulled back.

Let her sit on the edge for a second, until she growled. “I didn’t leave you hanging.”

“Just showing you how to win.”

She lifted on her elbows. “Then let me watch. Go back at it.”

He’d have to get used to her always getting the last word in.

One arm came out from under her hip, he thrust two fingers in her, his eyes not leaving her face, watching the pleasure cross over her features before he dropped down for another taste.

He fastened on her flesh again, his fingers pumping in and out, his mouth refusing to release her until she screamed out his name.

She didn’t leave him waiting long. He was relentless to get her there.

His name was almost a chant now. As if she was on the very ledge and couldn’t work up the nerve to take the leap.

But he curved the tips of his fingers just right, found that soft location he was searching for and rubbed inside.

She all but shot off the bed. “Luca!”

And then she was coming. Hard.

Pulsing around his fingers, but he didn’t stop. Not until he was ready to let her go.