Chapter 349: I’m Quite Free Tonight (R-18)

It was already late by the time they finished watching the movie.

Outside, the night sky stretched endlessly above Golden Water Bay, dotted with countless twinkling stars. The residential complex had settled into a peaceful silence, broken only by the occasional chirping of insects in the cool autumn air.

"Mmm..."

On the sofa, Arabella gently pushed Luca away, her strength barely enough to create any distance between them.

The flickering television cast a soft glow across her face, revealing her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. There was an unmistakable tenderness in her expression, accompanied by a charm that Luca found increasingly difficult to resist.

She took a moment to catch her breath before speaking.

"Honey... let’s take a shower first."

"Together?"

Luca held the beautiful woman in his arms, looking thoroughly unwilling to let her go. After spending so much time apart, he had little desire to waste a moment they could spend together.

Arabella smiled coyly.

"Mhm. It’s still early, and I want my man to help me wash."

"Hehe. Fortunately for you, I’m quite free tonight."

With that, Luca scooped her into his arms. Arabella immediately wrapped her long, fair arms around his neck, settling comfortably against him.

Her lips glistened faintly under the dim light as she tilted her head and pressed a kiss against his Adam’s apple.

The unexpected touch sent a pleasant shiver through him.

Luca carried her toward the bathroom, and before long, Arabella’s sweet, teasing voice drifted through the doorway.

"Honey, I like it a little salty..."

The bathroom lights were soft, warm enough not to sting. He set her down carefully, one arm still around her waist while he reached past her and turned the shower on. Water hissed to life. Steam rose almost at once.

Her fingers were already at the buttons of his shirt. She worked them open one by one, slow and deliberate, eyes never leaving his face. When the last one slipped free she pushed the fabric from his shoulders, palms sliding down the hard lines of his chest and stomach.

"You’ve been working hard," she murmured. "I can feel it."

He found the zipper at the side of her dress. The soft material parted and slipped down her body in one smooth motion, pooling at her feet. Underneath she wore only a thin lace bra and matching panties the color of cream. He unhooked the bra with easy familiarity. The cups fell away, freeing her full, soft breasts. Her nipples were already tight from the cooler air.

He cupped them gently, thumbs brushing the peaks.

Her breath caught. "Honey..."

"Just helping you undress," he said, the corner of his mouth lifting. "Very thorough service."

She laughed softly, the sound warm and private, then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her long legs. When she straightened she was completely bare. He took a moment simply to look... smooth skin, elegant waist, the soft curve of her hips, the neat triangle between her thighs already glistening faintly.

She stepped closer. Her fingers opened his belt, then the button and zipper. His cock sprang free, already half-hard and growing heavier under her gaze. She wrapped her fingers around him and stroked once, slow and firm.

"Still so eager," she whispered.

He stepped out of the rest of his clothes and guided her under the spray. Warm water cascaded over their shoulders, plastering her dark hair to her back.

He poured body wash into his palms and started at her shoulders, working the soap into a soft lather. His hands moved in slow circles down her arms, across her collarbones, then lower.

When his soapy palms cupped her breasts again her eyes fluttered. She leaned into the touch with a quiet "mmh..."

He took his time. Thumbs circled her nipples until they stood stiff and sensitive. One hand slid lower, over the flat plane of her stomach, then between her thighs. His fingers parted her soft folds and found her already slick and warm. He stroked her gently, two fingers gliding through the wetness, brushing her clit in light, deliberate passes.

Her hands came up to his shoulders for balance. Her hips shifted forward, seeking more pressure.

"Honey... that feels good."

"Yeah?" He kept the same unhurried rhythm, circling, sliding, never rushing. "You got wet just from the movie and a few kisses?"

A soft, embarrassed laugh left her. "I missed you."

He kissed the corner of her mouth, then the line of her jaw.

Her hand found him again under the water, stroking with more purpose now. The combination of soap and the natural slickness of his skin made the motion smooth. She twisted her wrist on the upstroke the way she knew he liked, thumb brushing over the head.

His breath grew heavier. He pressed two fingers inside her and curled them slowly. Her head tipped back against the tiled wall, a longer moan spilling out.

"Oh... just like that..."

He worked her steadily, palm grinding lightly against her clit while his fingers moved. Water ran down between them, carrying away the soap. Her free hand gripped his forearm, nails pressing into skin as her thighs began to tremble.

"Luca... I’m close already..."

"Then come for me," he said against her ear. "I’ve got you."

Her inner walls fluttered, then clenched tight around his fingers. A soft, broken cry left her throat as the first orgasm rolled through her, quiet, intense, the kind that made her knees weak. He held her upright with one arm around her waist, keeping the pressure gentle until the waves subsided.

Her eyes opened slowly, dark and hazy. She looked at him for a long second, then sank to her knees on the wet tiles without a word.

Warm water continued to fall over both of them as she took him in her hand again. She leaned in and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the head, tongue flicking out to taste the clear bead of precum already gathered there.

"Salty," she whispered, almost to herself, and then took him deeper.

His hand settled on the back of her head, not pushing, just resting. Her mouth was soft and skilled, slow at first, lips sealing around him, tongue working along the underside as she bobbed.

She took him farther with each pass until the head brushed the back of her throat. A quiet, wet sound filled the shower every time she pulled back and sank down again.

"Fuck, Bella..." His voice had gone rough. "Your mouth feels so good."

She hummed around him in answer, the vibration making his hips twitch. One of her hands cupped his balls, rolling them gently while the other stroked what her mouth couldn’t take. She looked up at him through wet lashes, eyes half-lidded, completely focused.

His breathing grew ragged. He could feel the pressure building low in his gut, the familiar tightening that meant he wouldn’t last much longer if she kept that pace.

"Bella, if you keep going I’m going to come."

She pulled off just long enough to speak, voice husky and a little breathless.

"That’s the point, honey. I told you I like it salty."

Then she took him back into her mouth, deeper this time, throat relaxing around him. His fingers tightened in her hair. A low groan tore from his chest as it hit, hot pulses spilling across her tongue. She stayed with him through every wave, swallowing, eyes never leaving his face until he finally softened slightly between her lips.

She released him with a soft, wet sound and stood, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. Water continued to wash over them both.

He pulled her against his chest and kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue. When they parted her cheeks were flushed darker than before.

"Still early," he said, voice low. "I’m not done with you yet."

Her smile was small and knowing. "I hoped you’d say that."

They rinsed quickly, dried each other with thick towels, and made their way to the bedroom without bothering with clothes. The sheets were cool against her back when he laid her down. He followed, settling between her open thighs, the head of his cock, already hardening again, resting against her entrance.

He pushed in slowly, watching every change in her expression. Her lips parted on a soft "oh..." as he stretched her open, inch by careful inch, until he was buried to the hilt.

They stayed like that for a moment, foreheads touching, breathing the same air.

"You feel so full," she whispered.

"You feel perfect."

He began to move, long, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive place inside her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels pressing into the small of his back, urging him deeper. Her hands roamed his shoulders, his back, nails leaving faint trails when he angled his hips just right.

"Right there... oh, honey, right there..."

He kept the pace steady, rolling his hips so the base of his cock ground against her clit on every thrust. Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet room, mixed with her quiet moans and the occasional sharper "ah" when he hit particularly deep.

He shifted, hooking one of her knees over his elbow and opening her wider. The new angle made her gasp.

"Luca, oh my—"

"Too much?"

"No... don’t stop. Please don’t stop."

He didn’t. He fucked her with slow, deliberate power, watching the way her breasts swayed with every thrust, the way her mouth fell open, the way her eyes stayed locked on his.

When her second orgasm built he felt it in the way she tightened around him, in the way her breathing turned into short, desperate pants.

"Come for me again, Bella."

She did, back arching, a long, trembling moan spilling from her throat as her walls fluttered and clenched. He rode her through it, never breaking rhythm, drawing the pleasure out until she was shaking and soft beneath him.

Only then did he let his own control slip. His thrusts grew harder, deeper, the wet slap of skin meeting skin louder in the quiet room. She clung to him, still sensitive, soft broken sounds leaving her with every stroke.

"Inside," she whispered against his ear. "Come inside me, honey."

That was all it took. He buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, guttural groan, pulsing deep inside her. She held him tightly, legs locked around him, accepting every drop.

They stayed joined for a long time afterward, breathing slowly returning to normal. He eventually eased out and rolled to the side, pulling her with him so she rested half on his chest. His fingers traced lazy patterns along her bare back.

She pressed a soft kiss to the skin above his heart.

"I missed this," she said quietly.

She lifted her head just enough to look at him, eyes soft in the dim light from the hallway.

Outside, the stars over Golden Water Bay continued their slow journey across the sky. Inside the quiet bedroom the two of them stayed wrapped together, skin still warm, hearts gradually slowing, neither in any hurry to let the night end.