Mistakenly Yours: Contract Marriage With The Billionaire-Chapter 109: Luca, where are you touching?

Chapter 109: Luca, where are you touching?
"Luca, don’t you have to freshen up?" Sara asked while checking the food. She grabbed the spoon, already tasting the pasta. As she turned to look at him, she found him too close to her, which flustered her.
She lifted her head to meet his gaze when his hand cradled her neck.
"Is this how are you supposed to drive me crazy, Sara?" Luca murmured against her mouth, his lips teasing her earlobe, but not kissing it while his fingers tracing over her thighs. Sara’s breath hitched, but she couldn’t resist his touch.
"Luca, aren’t you hungry?" The words escaped her mouth when his thumb brushed on her lips.
"Not for food, but for you," Luca answered with a certain possessiveness in his tone. His hand again snaked around her neck, his mouth tasting her lips finally.
He didn’t let her lean against the table and quickly pulled her up in his arms, kissing her hungrily. Their tongues met and intertwined for a second, and he got the taste of pasta she tasted a moment ago.
His knees pressed into the fluffy mattress, lowering Sara already on it while not stopping the kiss. His one hand didn’t either stop from exploring her thigh. Traveling his hand up, he stopped it on her waist while the other hand already unbuttoned the oversized shirt she had put on.
Sara wanted to stop him, but her body betrayed her. His warm touch was sending shivers down her spine, filling her with a need she didn’t desire before.
"Hah!" She gasped, pulling back slightly for air when he finally withdrew his mouth. He instantly buried his face into the sensitive curve of her neck, his hand quickly separating the fabric gap in the shirt. It found its way to one of her full breasts.
"You haven’t worn a bra," he murmured against her skin, and she let out a low moan as his palm closed firmly around her.
She bit her bottom lip, desperately trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. But when Luca’s teeth gently nipped at the delicate skin of her neck, a deep, involuntary shudder ran through her entire frame.
His hand, which had been resting on her waist, slipped down to find the final button of the shirt. It was expertly undone just as he pressed a series of wet, open-mouthed kisses that trailed from her collarbone down to the valley between her breasts.
"Ngh... Luca... Please," she begged, the word catching in her throat, the full sentence dissolving into a plea of both protest and desire.
He stopped instantly, drawing back just enough to lift his head and look into her eyes, his own gaze dark with restrained passion.
"Do you want me to stop now, Sara?" he asked with a ragged breath, betraying the fierce control he was exerting. "After being this sensitive to my touch? I—I am barely holding onto my sanity right now, but if you want me to stop, then say it clearly. And I will. I respect your choice, above everything else."
As he sincerely offered her the choice, a wave of shyness washed over Sara. A deep flush spread across her cheeks, turning them a vibrant red. She averted her eyes for a second before shaking her head, giving him an affirmation.
"Go on," she finally whispered.
The prepared food was now entirely forgotten. Luca quickly shed his own clothing, tossing aside his leather jacket and removing his shirt. He leaned over her, planting a soft, reverent kiss on her forehead before lowering his head to capture the already protruding peak of her breast.
Sara’s eyes flew open wide, and she pressed both hands firmly to her mouth, stifling a gasp. The sheer intensity of the act, the direct pleasure, was something she had never truly anticipated.
Her back involuntarily arched as he began to suckle, working the peak before giving it a gentle flick with his tongue. Meanwhile, his free hand moved down, slipping down to the delicate lace of the panty she was wearing.
"Luca, where are you touching?" Sara finally managed to ask with shock and burgeoning sensation. She looked at him with an innocence that made his lips curve into a slow, satisfied smirk against her skin.
He released her breast just long enough to answer, demonstrating instead of speaking, by delicately brushing his fingers over her womanhood.
"Ahng..." A soft, involuntary moan escaped her, a unique feeling she had never experienced before. Luca marked her by kissing right to the center of her throat.
"It’s called pleasuring, Sara," he murmured in a low voice.
"Mmmph... Oh... Ahn..." Sara was no longer able to contain the rising tide of sensation, her moans becoming breathy, ragged sounds. Without warning, he slipped his hand further, easing two fingers deep into her core.
The pain was sharp and instant, and a small cry escaped her lips, quickly followed by the undeniable wave of pleasure that took over the initial shock.
Her hands immediately wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling him down as she kissed him suddenly. After a moment, her left hand abandoned his neck, tracing a desperate path from his broad shoulder to his taut chest. Her fingers instinctively curled, her nails now digging in and leaving faint, crescent-shaped marks on his tanned skin.
Sara felt a peculiar sensation deep in the pit of her stomach, a strange warning signal that quickly vanished the moment Luca smoothly pulled his fingers away.
She was just about to reprimand him for stopping like this when her words were completely stolen by his next move.
He slowly licked his fingers clean as his gaze locked intensely with hers. She found herself unable to break eye contact and stopped blinking.
"That was d—" she started, the word dying on her lips.
"Delicious, I would say," Luca finished for her. "You taste delicious." With a smooth motion, he removed the last piece of clothing from her body. She was now lying completely naked, exposed fully to his intent gaze.
"Are you ready for the next step, darling?" he questioned softly, his passion undimmed as he positioned himself over her, taking hold of one of her thighs.
"Luca, let’s just stop," Sara stated, the urgency finally returning to her voice. His actions had become too bold, moving beyond a level of intimacy she wasn’t prepared for, even in her imagination.
"Why?" Luca’s earlier passion was instantly replaced by a deep furrow in his brow as he watched her sit up, quickly pulling the oversized shirt to her body, covering her chest in a gesture of sudden modesty.
"I—I am just not ready for the next step, Luca," Sara said softly, lowering her eyes. She began nervously biting her bottom lip, a habit Luca gently interrupted.
"Don’t do that," he murmured. "Alright. We will stop here." He gave her a final, tender look, accepting her boundary.
Just as the residual tension began to dissipate, a loud, undeniable growl echoed from Luca’s stomach. It was immediately followed by a sheepish, smaller rumble from Sara’s own.
A sudden, genuine laugh bubbled up from Sara’s throat, breaking the sensual moment and instantly making the charged air lighter. "Go wash your hands," she instructed him, still unable to meet his gaze fully.
Luca didn’t move. Instead, he gently cupped her chin, tipping her face up until her eyes finally locked with his. "Tell me honestly," he pressed, his voice serious. "Didn’t you like it?"
"I did," Sara confessed, her cheeks flushing warm again. "I truly liked it, but—but I am not ready for the next step yet. I wasn’t even prepared for something... like this. It’s—it’s my first time experiencing anything so intense. I felt so much in such a small interval, it’s difficult to explain or process."
Luca pressed a quick, affectionate kiss on the very tip of her nose. "You indeed test my patience greatly, Sara. But rest assured, I am a very patient husband," he said with a warm smile before smoothly swinging off the bed. He spotted the panty that had fallen to the floor, picked it up, and held it aloft teasingly.
"Hey! Give me that back!" Sara cried, immediately scrambling onto her knees to snatch it, but he playfully stepped back out of her reach. "Please, don’t tease me," she urged, trying to keep a straight face.
"Alright," Luca conceded, his eyes twinkling, and he tossed the garment gently toward her before disappearing into the washroom.
Sara was quick to dress, swiftly pulling on her clothes and buttoning up the oversized shirt with fumbling fingers. A heat rose to her cheeks as she reflected on the chaos of the last few minutes.
"What was that strange feeling? It felt so intensely good... And the way his lips felt against my skin..." She recalled the earlier moments, a soft, shy smile curving her mouth. Her hand moved unconsciously to her chest, resting over her racing heart, it was still beating so fast it felt as if it might burst free any second.