“Luciana.” He lingers on each syllable, testing it out. “Luciana. It’s beautiful. I like it. But you prefer Lucy?”
“Lucy fits me better.” I shrug. “Luciana is too formal.”
“It’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” His tone is sincere, as is his gaze. “But Lucy is cute. I like it too.” He reaches out, drifts his fingers across my cheek. “I like everything about you.”
“You don’t know anything about me,” I automatically say, clamping my lips shut the moment the words are out. Damn it, I didn’t mean to say that, not right now, when I’m about to rock his world.
Or at least I hope I rock his world. I’m starting to have a case of performance anxiety…
“I want to know more about you,” he admits, his fingers dropping away from my face. “If you’re willing to share.”
I want that more than anything but I’m so scared. “Gabe…”
He stands and I shift backwards, landing on my butt. He looms above me, shirtless and with the button undone on his shorts so they hang almost indecently low on his hips. My gaze is fixed on his lower abdomen, the narrow trail of dark hair that leads from below his navel straight to the Promised Land and I lick my lips in anticipation.
“It’s your turn,” he says as he watches me.
I tilt my head back, feeling almost…submissive, sitting like this with him above me. “My turn for what?”
“To take your shirt off, babe.” A dark thrill runs down my spine when he calls me babe. I really love it when he does that. He waves a hand in my direction, encouraging me no doubt and without hesitation I pull my shirt up and over my head, leaving it on the floor beside me.
His gaze flares when he drinks in the bra I’m wearing. It’s bright blue and made entirely of lace, my already hard nipples protruding against the fabric almost obscenely. I wore this bra with him in mind, hoping he’d have his hands all over it by night’s end.
Looks like my wish is about to come true.
“Nice bra,” he drawls.
“Thank you.” I glance down at my chest. “I was hoping you’d like it.”
“Oh, I do.” His eyes darken and he slowly lowers himself to the edge of the mattress once more. “I’d like to see you wearing it and nothing else when you suck my cock.”
My mouth drops open. I haven’t heard him say something dirty in a long time. I forgot just how much I liked it. “Is that your special request?”
“You did say you wanted to spoil me.” He shrugs.
“Difficult to meet that request when you still have your shorts on.” He’d removed his shoes when we first walked into the room and I watch as he lifts his hips and slips his shorts along with his underwear down his legs, kicking them off. “Ah, much better.”
His cock is thick and long, hard and straight, almost to his stomach and I quake in anticipation of taking him in my mouth.
Eventually taking him in my body.
“Your turn, Luce,” he murmurs, the dark edge to his voice making me shiver.
Slowly I rise to my feet, trying to stay as graceful as possible, which is hard when my knees are practically knocking together, I’m so nervous. It’s been a while since I’ve been with Gabe like this and I hope it’s as good between us as it used to be.
His hot gaze tracks my every move and when I reach for the waistband of my denim cutoffs, I undo them slowly, knowing he’s watching. Anticipating. He licks his lips just before I slide down the zipper and a hot pulse throbs between my legs.
“Take them off nice and slow,” he says just as I’m about to push my shorts off my hips. “Let me enjoy the show.”
I pause and lift my head, my gaze colliding with his, holding his stare. His eyes are so hot I feel like they’re scorching me. He tilts his head to the side, his mouth curled into the faintest smile as he nods his encouragement.
Okay, then.
Inhaling deeply, I hook my fingers around the belt loops that rest at my hips and pull the shorts down excruciatingly slow, slowly revealing my matching blue lace panties. Gabe doesn’t look away, his gaze zeroed in on every bit of my body I’m revealing and my skin tingles from my hips to my toes.
I let the shorts hit my feet and carefully step out of them, standing before him in my panties and bra. For a brief, ridiculous moment I’m tempted to cover myself. Hide the curves, my pudgy stomach, the slight rolls. But that’s silly. He’s touched me everywhere. Explored every inch of my skin with his hands and mouth. He knows me better than anyone else on this earth.
Yet he doesn’t really know me at all.
That realization nearly sends me to my knees.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he breathes as he leans forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. “Take off the panties. Slowly.”
Oh, he’s getting off on this and I am too. My skin feels like it’s on fire as I wrap my index fingers into either side of my skimpy underwear and start the descent downward. I pull on one side first, revealing my hip, then a little further down before I do the same with the other side. My pubic hair is peeking over the top of my waistband and again, the momentary panic comes on.
What if he likes it when a woman is completely shaved, waxed, whatever? I should’ve asked before. He’s seen me naked countless times but the whole bare look is just…not for me. I think it’s sort of ick and high maintenance, especially considering up until a few months ago, I wasn’t flashing my lady bits at anyone, let alone a guy.
But does Gabe like that sort of thing? He’s never complained but that doesn’t mean anything. What’s his preference? Completely bare or hair, that is the question….