Mistakenly Yours: Contract Marriage With The Billionaire-Chapter 125: Promise to be gentle

Chapter 125: Promise to be gentle
**Mature Content Ahead**
Sara’s back pressed against the door of the hotel room as Luca kissed her fiercely the moment they stepped inside. His hands fumbled through the zipper of her jacket and pulled it down, driven by an urgency that couldn’t wait for them to return home.
Slowly, they moved toward the bed. Sara had already discarded her shoes while Luca still had his boots on, indicating his lack of patience.
"Hah!" She gasped, pulling away slightly, desperate for air. "We promised your parents that—that we would be back soon. Shouldn’t you inform them first that we won’t be returning?"
"Already dropped a message to Dad," Luca replied, his voice husky. His face buried instantly in the crook of her neck as he scooped her up. Her legs locked around his torso, and she moaned softly at his gentle ministrations.
He walked them to the bed and lowered her onto the mattress carefully, never stopping his shower of kisses on her neck and jaw. His hand found the hem of her top, and he swiftly pulled it up over her head.
His hand then found her breast and fondled it possessively, making her moan again in sharp ecstasy.
He slowly moved down from her collarbone, trailing a line of warm kisses until he planted one deliberately right above her belly button. Sara looked down on him, her toes curling involuntarily while her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ears.
"Why are you still dressed?" Sara asked, her voice breathy, feeling a blush creep across her skin as she lay exposed beneath him.
Luca responded by gently nipping the soft skin of her belly, eliciting a sharp, surprised gasp from her mouth. His hands found the button of her jeans and deftly opened it.
For a second, he lifted his gaze to meet hers and found her cheeks were deeply flushed, her eyes wide with a mixture of desire and shyness.
"I’ll undress after you," Luca replied, his voice a low promise. He pulled down her jeans, his fingertips brushing the smooth skin of her legs before he leaned down, hovering over her once more.
"Tonight, we won’t stop, Sara. Still, I want to ask you if you’re ready for this," he said, looking deeply into her eyes, waiting for her explicit permission.
"Yes," Sara answered, her voice husky. Her hands immediately moved to his broad shoulders as she pulled off his leather jacket, then fumbled with the buttons of his shirt in her haste. He caught her hands once she finally undid the last one and pinned them gently yet firmly above her head on the mattress.
"What are you doing?" Sara asked, a hint of defiance entering her voice. "Let my hands go."
"Mmmph..." Her remaining words died in her mouth as Luca connected his lips with hers once again, silencing her protest.
Then, he lowered his hand, moved swiftly and expertly to her back, unclasping her bra without her even noticing as she became engrossed in the consuming kiss.
Their tongues met, and Luca claimed her mouth, devouring her in an expression of longing.
Withdrawing from her mouth, he kissed her chin, then the center of her throat.
"Ngh!" Sara gasped.
He journeyed south, peppering kisses across her chest once again before gently pulling off the unhooked bra from her body.
"Beautiful," he murmured, his eyes lingering on her. Sara bit her bottom lip when his tongue rolled over her hard peak while his thumb expertly played with the other. The moans that had stopped for a moment intensified suddenly.
"Luca... Ahn... Ngh..." she cried out.
She felt her mind getting electrocuted by the pleasure of the way he was sucking on her nipple. Her entire body was set on fire, and her core had begun aching desperately for his touch.
Her hands moved instinctively to his hair, her fingers raking through those dark tresses as he repeated the sensual attention with her second breast. Gently and slowly, he lowered his hand, his touch moving down her body until he reached between her legs.
He touched her there, his fingers finding the core of her heat. Another desperate moan escaped from her mouth as she instinctively caught his wrist, trying to both stop and encourage him.
"Why are you teasing me like this?" she muttered, her breath coming in short gasps as she stared down at him, her chest rising and falling quickly with escalating need.
Luca smirked, the predatory gleam still in his eyes, and swiftly got down from the bed. Sara instinctively brought her arm over her chest, suddenly feeling shy and exposed again.
"Why—why did you stop now?" she stuttered, peering straight into his eyes, her voice laced with confusion and longing.
"To undress fully," Luca replied, his gaze never leaving her.
He saw how she took her lower lip between her teeth and that very look was enough to drive him even crazier. He undressed quickly, maintaining eye contact, though he kept his underpants on for a moment. He had already pulled out the protection from the pocket of his jeans before shedding them.
"When did you keep that?" Sara questioned, noticing the packet. "Were you thinking about this all the time?"
"Yes. Well, I knew I wanted to do it with you tonight, wife," Luca answered. He lowered himself and planted a soft kiss on her forehead.
He then gracefully took off the last remaining clothing from her body. Without making her wait any longer, he slid his middle finger into her core, gently stretching her a little. She gasped, her toes curling, and her nails dug into his broad shoulders as he leveled his face once again to hers.
"Ahh! Luca!" She cried his name, the sound of pure pleasure.
"You’re tight, you know," Luca said, his voice low and teasing. "I think I’ll have to use my mouth to stretch you really nicely."
"Don’t talk so dirty," Sara scolded him breathlessly, watching him move purposefully between her legs. "Ahngh..." A loud, sudden moan escaped her mouth when his mouth met her core. Her back instinctively arched, and she almost pressed her legs together, but he opened them wider, securing his access.
The precise, sensual way he worked his mouth on her core caused her to writhe wildly beneath him. After a few seconds, she surrendered completely and began to enjoy it, her hands finding his hair once again, pulling them, caressing them repeatedly. The pleasure started to build rapidly as she felt a dizzying sensation in the pit of her stomach.
"Luca! Ngh...." she cried out, near her limit.
And then, she reached her climax, her body shuddering. He licked her clean before lifting his head, and met her gaze. The expression of pleasure on Sara’s face turned him on.
"You tasted amazing," Luca said, grinning triumphantly as he pulled away. He then hovered over her. "Do you want to put it on for me?" he asked, extending the protection packet toward her.
"What?" Sara hadn’t even thought about touching him in that way yet, and the question made her shy all over again. She was still processing her pleasure, realizing it was only the beginning.
"Why? Do it for your husband," Luca replied, his voice a low, encouraging murmur. "You love me, don’t you?" he teased her gently, his eyes lingering from her face to her lips. "I get it. You are still—"
Sara snatched the packet from him and moved it to his mouth. "Tear it open," she commanded, taking control back.
He ducked his head down and tore the packet open. With his other hand, he swiftly discarded his underpants, tossing them to the floor.
"It’s my first time. You’re supposed to go slow," Sara told him, her eyes wide with sudden anticipation and fear.
"Don’t worry. I’ll make you feel good," Luca promised, brushing his lips softly against her jawline. Sara propped herself up on her elbows to look down, and her eyes widened seeing him fully.
"Didn’t you like it?" he asked, sensing her surprise.
"It’s big," Sara whispered, swallowing the lump formed in her throat.
Luca took the protection from her hand and smoothly slid it on.
"You were taking a lot of time, and I can’t wait to be inside you, wife," he said before positioning himself between her legs. "It will hurt a little, my love. I promise to be gentle," he assured her, before slowly sliding inside her. She cried out sharply, her hands instinctively clutching the sheets beneath her as he paused, checking her reaction. He took her hands, kissed them and locked them behind his neck.
"Don’t stop," Sara choked out, bringing her right hand to his chest, urging him forward.
That was enough encouragement for him. He gave a sudden, firm thrust to settle deep, and then moved slowly, allowing her body the necessary time to adjust to his size.
"Shall I move?" Luca asked, his lips moving close hers.
"Hmm." She nodded when he pulled out, then thrust again. This time harder than the last time.