0043 - Pain and Pleasure

Maria's POV

I woke up the next morning wrapped in Luca’s arms.

The early morning light slipped through the curtains in soft lines, giving the room warm shadows.

Luca's chest was warm against my back, and the way he held me… it felt like he didn’t want to let go. Like even in his sleep, it felt like he needed me so close to him.

I smiled a little, pressing my body into his, just to feel him more. His scent was still there—sweet, calm, familiar. I let my nose rest near his neck and just breathed him in.

He didn’t say a word, didn’t open his eyes. But I felt his arm tighten around me. Not roughly. Just enough to pull me closer.

I stayed there, thinking. About last night. About the way he had touched me. The way he came to me like I was what mattered. Like I wasn’t just someone to fill a space—but now someone he wanted to keep.

And then… I felt his hand move. He slid up slowly from my waist to my breast. And I knew what was coming.

I turned around to face him. His eyes were still closed, but the smile on his lips told me he was awake. Maybe he had been this whole time.

I didn’t say anything. I leaned in and kissed his chest, then his stomach, trailing slow kisses down.

He didn’t stop me.

I went lower, taking my time. I didn’t think of Alexa. I didn’t want her to ruin this moment. I’d already had enough about her.

This was mine. Luca is mine.

And maybe I was crazy for it. Maybe I was holding on to something that would break me again. But right now, I didn’t care.

I took Luca in my mouth, slow and steady. He groaned, one hand gently running through my hair. I didn’t rush. I wanted to feel the whole length of him. And the way his body reacted to me, the way he gave in motivated me even more.

I played with him the way I knew he liked. Even went for his balls, gently sucking and licking until his hand tightened in my hair and he cursed under his breath.

But then he sat up.

“Come here,” he whispered, voice rough and low.

He lifted me like I weighed nothing, placing me on the bed. I laid back, and he hovered over me, eyes locked on mine.

“I want to taste you,” he said.

I didn’t reply. I just nodded.

His mouth was on me before I could even catch my breath. Kisses that started on my stomach, then my thighs… then my breast. He took his time there. Maybe too much time. But I didn’t complain. I loved it. The way he sucked from one nip to the other, the way he bit me gently, squeezing one and sucking the other. Each squeeze making me watery.

I wanted him. I wanted him so much I felt I was going to come that instant.

But then Luca went lower.

His tongue knew exactly where to find me. The way he moved… it wasn’t just sex. It was like he needed to hear me moan. Needed to know he could make me fall apart.

I pushed his head a little because it felt like the pleasure would consume me but Luca didn't stop.

He kept going, as if making me scream loud wasn’t enough. His fingers, his mouth—everything working together like he wanted to ruin me in the best way.

And then… he pulled me up.

He sat up on the bed and placed me on top of him, my legs on either side of his thighs. I was already trembling.

“Ride me,” he said softly, holding my waist.

I didn’t hesitate.

I lowered myself onto him, feeling every inch slowly slide in. My hands gripped his shoulders. His hands gripped my hips. The breath I let out was both of pain and pleasure. But more of pleasure.

Luca didn’t rush. Neither did I. We stayed like that, rocking slowly. Faces close. Our breath rhyming. My forehead pressed against his. His lips brushed mine without kissing.

It was too much. The pace at which Luca now moved, I knew he was close and I was right. He was and before we both knew it, I felt him release inside me.

When he did, he held me so tightly I could barely breathe. And he stayed inside me, even after.

Then I collapsed on his chest, his arms still holding me like I would run if he let go.

My fingers ran through his hair gently. It was quiet. Safe.

And I heard him whisper something. Though I wasn't sure what it was.

I didn’t reply.

But I stayed. Right there, wrapped in him.

One thing tugged at my thoughts, though.

Luca came inside me.

And this was not the first time.

I wasn’t on anything. No pills. No protection. Nothing.

So why wasn’t I pregnant?

I stared at the ceiling, my fingers still playing in his hair.

Could it be that… I couldn’t have children?

The thought stayed there, quietly eating at the back of my mind. I didn’t want to believe it, but I couldn’t shake it either.

But right now, Luca's body was warm under mine.

And even though the questions were there, the doubts… I let them rest.

At least for now.