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It was a soft kiss, his lips brushing hers slightly. He leaned back, a questioning look on his face and this time it was Emery who leaned in and pressed her lips on his. She felt his muscles relax underneath her hands, the air leaving his body. He seemed relieved when he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. It felt like Emery’s heart was beating in her throat and her whole body was filled with excitement. Within seconds the kiss became more heated, but Emery still had the feeling that Luca was holding back. And she wanted him not to. She wanted more.
The feeling of loneliness she had felt just minutes ago was still hovering over her and made her kiss him even harder. She so desperately needed him – needed not to be alone. She knew he would never fill the emptiness her family had left and she’d never expect him to, but kissing him made the loneliness bearable. God – she was way too afraid he’d leave another hole should he ever walk out of her life to rely on him too much. Although this right now – her desperate longing to be close to him – made her question if maybe it was already too late for that.

Now she was the one trying to hold back, trying to control herself, so she wouldn’t scare him away, but she simply couldn’t. With trembling fingers she fumbled on the edge of his sweater unsure if she should dare to take it off, when he lifted his arms and allowed her to. She let her eyes wander over his chest, trying to memorize every inch of it. Her fingers followed her gaze and printed lines along his bare skin, feeling his torso rising with each breath.
She felt his hands on the small of her back and the bulge underneath his jeans, when he pulled her closer once more. Again he kissed her and the feeling of loneliness seemed to leave her body with every minute she spent in his room. Luca’s lips were on her neck now. When he bit down into her flesh, Emery couldn’t withhold a quiet moan. She let her head fall to the side to give him better access, her hands still on his chest.

When he searched for the hemline of her sweater, she raised her arms and let him take it off. He unclasped her bra and tossed it to the floor.
As his hands roamed her body, she moaned again.
“Shhht,” he whispered gently as one of his hands brushed her breast.
“We cannot do this if you cannot keep quiet, Emery!”
She hated for a second how in control he sounded.
“You keep quiet, and I continue.”
His hands started touching her again and she tried hard to prevent herself from making a sound.

With his lips on her neck, he bit down again and there was no way Emery would have been able to hold back the following moan. Instantly Luca’s touch was gone and the cold air hit her like a truck. Instinctively she tightened her grip on his shoulders and swallowed the need to whimper in desperation.
“Em, my parents are right downstairs and my brother is probably only two rooms across the hallway. Pull yourself together!”
He had a demanding look on his face. She nodded, pleading him with her eyes to continue his torture. And he did. She leaned in and started kissing his neck, enjoying his hands on her body. When she bit down into his skin, he was the one quietly gasping and she instantly smiled.
“I’ve been wanting this for so fucking long,” she whispered against his skin.
She felt him wrap his arms around her body, pulling her in and hugging her tight.
“Me, too,” he whispered back and squeezed her even tighter.
Emery felt his thumbs stroking the underside of her breasts and she held her breath, once again gripping his shoulders. As he moved his hands, slightly touching her nipples, she nearly jumped at his touch. When he pinched them, she had a hard time keeping quiet.

“God, I wanted to do this since the first time you entered our kitchen without a bra on,” Luca whispered into her ear.
“You should have,” she pressed out between two breaths of air.
Instantly the pressure increased and she whimpered quietly. Suddenly the pain on her left nipple disappeared and as she opened her eyes she just saw Luca’s hand covering her mouth. He looked at her almost a little angry.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make up for it,” he said and his voice sounded just as threatening as his face looked.

Emery nodded and when he pinched her nipple harder she shut her eyes. His hand smelled like soap and felt soft against her lips. On impulse she pushed herself closer against him, feeling his erection through his jeans. God, she wanted him so badly.
She grabbed his wrist and slowly pulled his hand away to free her mouth. He let it happen, an anticipating look on his face. She placed his hand on the side of her neck, reaching for his neck herself.
Leaning in, she kissed him softly. He returned the kiss, adapting her slow pace. The thoughts in Emery’s head were racing. She wanted to sleep with him, but she was aware that if she did, it would be irreversible. Not that sex was generally such a big deal to her, but in this case it somehow was. Luca’s tongue making its way into her mouth interrupted her thoughts and made her come to a decision.
“You wanna do this?” she asked quietly, breaking the kiss and stroking his hair.
He looked up at her, glass-eyed. One corner of his mouth curved upwards.
“Most definitely.”
Emery continued stroking his hair, suddenly feeling the intense need to comfort him. He leaned into the palm of her hand and she felt her heart ache physically.
“Do you wanna do this?” he asked, his eyes still a little watery.
She nodded. “Yes.”

She had just finished the word, when he pulled her in for another kiss, his hands grabbing her more forcefully. Emery reacted by sliding her hand down to his crotch, pressing against it and making Luca gasp. His fingers were buried so deep into her skin it was almost hurtful, but she didn’t really care. She enjoyed that right now she had a visible effect on him. As she continued rubbing him through his jeans, his breathing became heavier, his tongue making its way into her mouth, causing the most heavenly sensations.
He grabbed her upper arms, his fingers roughly digging into her skin again, making her look at him in surprise.

“I tend to get a little rough and – well – controlling,” he said quietly, his lips already nibbling the skin on her neck again.
“I never would have guessed,” Emery said ironically, concentrating on keeping her breathing at a steady rhythm.
Luca’s lips moved on her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
“Are you trying to tease me, Emery?” he asked.
He bit down into her skin, making her gasp.
“Yeah, a little,” she admitted, grinning.
His hands were all over her body, his lips still kissing, nibbling and biting the skin on her neck.
“But you know, you decide what happens and what doesn’t, right?” he whispered against her skin.
“I know,” Emery breathed, having a hard time even getting out an answer.
“Good thing I already know some of your preferences since the other drunk night at Amber’s.”

Luca chuckled and by the wondered of it Emery laughed, too. A few months back they had had a small sit-in and somehow it had ended with drinking games and talking about sex and kinks and stuff. She remembered Amber being the first one to expose she was really into getting dominated. Almost everyone else had followed her example and admitted they were into some sort of kinky stuff.
“As long as you don’t confuse mine with someone else’s preferences,” Emery said, still entirely caught up and distracted by the feeling of Luca’s hands and lips on her body.
“Believe me, yours have completely seared into my mind since that night,” Luca stated.
“Then why don’t you act on it already?” Emery asked, not expecting him to react as sudden as he did, when he lifted her up, carried her through the room and tossed her onto his bed.

She pushed herself to her elbows, looking at him, as he climbed onto the bed, making her lie back down just by hovering his body over hers. He placed his hands beside her head and leaned down to her ear.
“I’m still trying to wrap my head around the idea of you being into this.”
She felt his weight on her body, as his knee made its way between her legs, pressing hard. He tugged her hair behind her ear and kissed her in a way that felt like a first. Softly, caring and sweet. But she didn’t want that anymore, so she reached for his waist, pulling him closer and forcing her tongue into his mouth. She felt the bulge underneath his jeans against her stomach and pressed herself against it. Her hands found his hair and tugged on it, still kissing him wildly. He returned her passion and when she released her grip in his hair took the chance and pinned her hands down above her head. Emery arched her back to be closer to him and feel his erection. When his lips were again on her neck, she felt like she might lose her mind. She tried to free her hands to get rid of their remaining clothes but he wouldn’t let her. She struggled against his grip unsuccessfully.

“Would you please fuck me already?” she pleaded although she hated herself for sounding so needy.
His grip around her hands increased and his knee pressed harder against her abdomen.
“I’ll consider it,” he whispered.
“Stay still,” he ordered, when he released her hands and pulled down her leggings.

He pushed down her slip as well and crawled between her legs. Emery felt her face heat up, but the slight embarrassment was gone, when Luca’s lips touched her clit. She inhaled sharply and felt him smile. He licked and kissed every inch of it, circled his tongue around it and made Emery gasp again and again. His hand reached up, cupped one of her breasts and stroked along the sensitive skin. Her stomach twitched under the touch of his arm and her whole body squirmed. She looked down at him and smiled, when she met his eyes. She wondered the way he looked at her, the anticipation written on his face might kill her.

“God, you look so hot right now,” she whispered and he grinned, his mouth still buried in her flesh.
Emery couldn’t stop herself from moaning loudly, when he slit his tongue inside her, his lips not breaking contact. Luca’s hand reached higher, moving from her breast to her mouth, covering it with a firm grip just like before. The scent of soap got into her nose again. His hand covering her mouth, making it just a little harder for her to breathe, made her even wetter than she already was.

When Luca licked along her labia with short light strokes, only at times hitting Emerys clit, she could already feel an orgasm building up. He started to circle her clit with his tongue and the constantly increasing pressure made her lose her mind. As he began sucking, moving his head slightly from side to side, Emerys whole body arched towards him. When her moans became louder, the grip of his hand still covering her mouth tightened. Her need to come was hardly bearable. Luca’s other hand pressed down on her stomach, stimulating all the nerves there. While still holding her in place, he licked her clit directly with the lightest pressure. Then he sucked again, repeating those side to side movements and that’s what brought Emery over the edge. She came hard, abruptly pushing Luca’s hand away from her mouth and pressing his other hand harder against her abdomen. The waves of her orgasm shot through her and only when she started to calm down a little, she noticed her other hand strongly dug into Luca’s hair, holding his head in place. His mouth was still on her clit and she felt the last throbbing pass by. It was not until then that he carefully released her, licking his lips and wiping his mouth.

Emery sunk deeper into the mattress, her hands tingling from the relief she now felt. Luca laid down beside her, turning his head to look at her, but her body was so relaxed, she couldn’t move to look back at him.
“Holy fuck,” she managed to whisper, and Luca chuckled.

Despite a heavy fatigue creeping through her body, she cuddled into his arms, throwing her arm over his stomach. When he started stroking her hair, she was only seconds away from drifting into sleep, eyes already shut closed. She moved her arm to get comfortable, as she felt the still present bulge underneath his jeans that she didn’t realize he was still wearing. She pressed her hand against the fabric, but was stopped by Luca’s hand gently clenching her wrist. She managed to open her eyes, looking up at him.

“What are you doing?” he asked quietly, a questioning but warm-hearted look on his face.

NSFW: yes

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