Chapter 283: Are You Relaxed Now? (R-18)

The quiet television hummed faintly in the background as his hand slid lower, tracing the soft curve of her hip with deliberate, unhurried care. She stayed pressed against him, cheek resting near his shoulder. Residual tension still lingered in her body from earlier, and she shifted slightly when his fingers found the sensitive skin just above her thigh.

"Still sore?" he murmured, voice low and warm against her hair.

Her breath caught. "A little… yes."

He kissed the top of her head first, then tilted her face up with gentle fingers under her chin. Their mouths met slowly. Soft. Lingering. No rush. His lips moved against hers with a patience that made her melt into him, her own mouth parting on a quiet sigh. He tasted her carefully, tongue brushing hers only after she opened for him, drawing a soft sound from her throat.

"Luca…" she whispered against his lips.

He smiled into the next kiss, deeper this time, one hand stroking up and down her side in long, soothing passes. His palm skimmed the bare skin of her waist, then higher, still careful, still slow. When his thumb brushed the underside of her breast through the thin fabric of her sleep shirt, her fingers tightened on his shoulder.

"Mmm…"

He eased the shirt up, giving her time to lift her arms. The fabric slipped away, leaving her bare against him. His eyes darkened as he looked at her, but his touch stayed gentle. He cupped one breast in his palm, thumb sweeping lightly over the soft curve, circling without pressure. Her back arched a fraction.

"Luca…"

He lowered his head and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the swell of her breast, then another, closer to the peak. When his tongue finally flicked across her nipple, she gasped, the sound turning into a low, trembling moan.

"Ah—Luca…"

"Sensitive," he murmured against her skin, clearly pleased. He closed his lips around the tightened bud and sucked gently, rhythmically, while his other hand mirrored the attention on her other breast, kneading softly, rolling the nipple between careful fingers.

Her hips shifted restlessly. "Nnnh… yes… that feels—"

He switched sides, giving the other breast the same slow, thorough attention. Soft pulls of his mouth, the occasional graze of teeth that made her whimper, the steady stroke of his thumb. Her hands slid into his hair, holding him there as soft, needy sounds spilled from her.

"Luca… Luca, please…"

"Please what?" he asked, lifting his head just enough to look at her. His eyes were warm, teasing. "You're supposed to be relaxing."

She gave a breathless little laugh that broke into another moan when he pinched lightly. "You're—ah—not helping."

"I'm helping a lot." He kissed the valley between her breasts, then lower, trailing slow, wet kisses down her stomach. His hands stayed on her breasts a moment longer, squeezing gently, thumbs brushing the sensitive peaks until she was squirming.

When he finally moved lower still, settling between her thighs, her legs parted for him without hesitation. He pressed soft kisses to the insides of her thighs first, then higher, breathing warm air against her. She was already slick, the earlier soreness softened by arousal.

He licked her once, slow and flat-tongued, from bottom to top. Her hips jerked.

"Oh—Luca—"

He did it again, slower, savoring the way she trembled. Then he focused on her clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue in lazy, deliberate strokes. Soft. Relentless. One hand returned to her breast, kneading gently while the other held her hip steady.

"Nnnyess… yes… oh god, Luca…"

Her voice cracked on his name. He hummed against her, the vibration making her moan louder. He kept the pace unhurried—long licks, soft sucks, the occasional gentle flick that made her thighs shake. Her fingers tightened in his hair.

"Luca—ah—don't stop… nnnn… yes yes…"

He slid one finger inside her carefully, curling it just enough to find the spot that made her gasp. She was warm and wet and still a little tender, so he moved slowly, matching the rhythm of his tongue. A second finger joined the first after a moment, stretching her gently.

"Luca… Luca… feels so good—"

"That's it," he murmured against her, voice thick. "Just feel it."

He worked her with patient focus—tongue on her clit, fingers stroking inside—until her moans turned higher, more broken. Her hips rocked against his mouth in small, helpless motions.

"Ah—nnnyess yes yes ugh—Luca—I'm—"

He didn't speed up. He simply kept the same soft, steady pressure until she came with a long, trembling cry of his name, thighs clamping around his head, body pulsing around his fingers.

He eased her through it, licking softly until the last shivers faded. Then he crawled back up her body, kissing her stomach, her breasts, her throat. She pulled him into a deep, messy kiss, tasting herself on his tongue.

"Still sore?" he asked against her mouth, smiling.

She shook her head, eyes half-lidded and glassy. "Not anymore… need you."

He settled between her legs, the hard length of him sliding against her slick folds. He didn't push in yet. Instead he rocked slowly, letting the head drag over her clit, teasing.

"Luca…" she whined, hips lifting.

"Patience," he murmured, kissing her again. One hand found her breast, squeezing gently as he continued the slow glide. "You're so wet for me already."

Her answer was a soft, needy moan. "Please… inside…"

He guided himself to her entrance and pressed in inch by careful inch. The stretch made her gasp, head tipping back.

"Luca—ah—"

"Easy," he soothed, voice strained with the effort of going slow. "I've got you."

He sank deeper, filling her completely, then stilled once he was buried to the hilt. Her arms wrapped around him, nails lightly scoring his back as she adjusted.

"Full… so full…"

He kissed her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. "Okay?"

"Yes… move… please…"

He began to thrust in long, deep, unhurried strokes. Soft and rolling. Every time he bottomed out he ground against her just a little, making her moan his name again.

"Luca… nnnn… yes…"

He kept one hand on her breast, thumb circling her nipple in time with his hips. The other braced beside her head. His pace stayed deliberate—pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in with a wet, intimate sound.

Her voice grew more expressive with every thrust. Soft gasps turned into broken moans.

"Luca—ah—right there… nnyess yes… don't stop—"

He angled his hips slightly, finding the spot that made her cry out. "There?"

"Yes—oh God yes—Luca—"

He teased her with shorter strokes for a few moments, grinding deep, then returned to the long, slow ones that left her trembling. Every time she said his name he answered with a soft kiss or a gentle squeeze of her breast.

"You're taking me so well," he murmured against her ear. "So soft and warm…"

Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels pressing into his lower back as if she could pull him even deeper. "Luca… harder—just a little—"

He gave her what she asked for without losing the softness—thrusts that stayed deep and controlled but carried more force. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the quiet room along with her increasingly desperate moans.

"Ah—nnnyess yes yes ugh—Luca—Luca—"

Her nails dug into his shoulders. He could feel her tightening around him, the first fluttering signs of another orgasm.

"That's it," he encouraged, voice rough. "Come for me again. Let me feel it."

He reached between them and rubbed her clit in slow circles with his thumb, matching the rhythm of his hips. Her back arched sharply.

"Luca—I'm—ah—coming—nnn—yes yes yes—"

She shattered around him with a long, broken cry of his name, pulsing hard, body shaking. He kept moving through it, soft and deep, drawing the pleasure out until she was whimpering and clinging to him.

Only then did he let his own control slip a little. His thrusts grew just a fraction harder, still careful of her earlier soreness but driven by the need to follow her. She held him tightly, moaning softly into his neck as he chased his release.

"Luca…" she breathed, almost a plea.

He came with a low groan of her name, burying himself deep and spilling inside her in long, pulsing waves. They stayed locked together afterward, breathing hard, bodies still joined.

He pressed soft kisses to her shoulder, her jaw, her lips. Her fingers stroked lazily through his hair.

"Still okay?" he asked quietly.

She smiled against his mouth, voice soft and thoroughly satisfied. "More than okay… Luca."

He stayed inside her a little longer, rocking gently, neither of them quite ready to separate. The television continued its quiet murmur in the background, forgotten, while they simply breathed together in the warm dark.