Chapter 25 #2

“What else could I possibly do to get ready??” I glare at him, not knowing what’s come over me like this. I’m demanding it at this point.

Luca moves to go get a condom as I watch him put it on himself. He has no business making it look that sexy. And yet here we are …

When he positions himself back between my legs, he looks at me with the same wild lust that’s in my eyes. “How turned on are you right now?” he says as he gently holds the back of my neck.

My body moves along with the movements his other hand is tracing all around my neck and collarbone.

If this is his way of making me beg for it, his plan is working.

“I’m falling apart,” I murmur, “in the best possible way.”

“ Good .” He grins so arrogantly as I feel him open my legs wider than he’s done so far, noting how good the stretch feels after his fingers were already inside me. He must notice my moan just at this when his fingers trace my breasts before slowly tickling down my body again as he asks, “You know that first day that we went surfing how you were wearing that lime bikini?”

“Yes.” I push my chest even more toward him to touch while he lifts my hips up at the same elevated angle from before.

His thumb barely presses against my sharp nipple as he reveals, “I don’t know if I should be admitting this to you, but I thought about you later that night.”

“And?” I ask before I let out an extended, more blissful moan when I feel the tip of his cock slide into me.

“When I touched myself,” he confesses.

My moan grows so loud that I almost don’t even notice how he’s moved in more, but slowly as he tries to make sure my body comfortably wraps around his .

As he slides in a little deeper, my sighs turn into a slight discomfort at the stretch that was previously comfortable. Luca notices my shift in breathing through my furrowed brows and looks at me with such care and attention that it’s enough to help the discomfort evaporate a bit. “Do you want me to stop, Jasmine?” he asks intently.

Saying my name almost takes me over the edge. “No, don’t stop,” I quickly reply.

“Just take a deep breath.” The softness in his eyes quiets the panic that was about to trickle in as I exhale. He traces over my cheek with his thumb and reassures, “Try and relax.”

While processing this new feeling, I’m also reminded of how satisfying his weight feels over mine. Trying to balance these varying sensations simultaneously, I run my fingers through his hair and challenge, “Make me.”

He smirks then moves his fingers down to my clit again, massaging it at the perfect rhythm before he continues moving inside me, though slowly. As the tension in my shoulders relaxes, the discomfort quickly disappears to which I immediately request, “More, Luca.”

He stretches my legs and lifts my hips a bit more before he barely goes further inside. “Is that too much?”

I shake my head. “No, it’s good.”

When his hands move over to grip onto my hips, my fingers move to my clit, wanting, needing that sensation while he’s inside me. Luca watches me for a few seconds, swallows hard, and then covers my hand with his. He pins my wrist against the sheets as he replaces my fingers with his against my clit. “Right now, that’s my job,” he rasps into my ear.

“Then do your job,” I tease. I feel myself becoming more confident in asking for what I want. And I love how it feels.

He listens thoroughly as he also moves in to kiss my neck. My boy is a multi-tasker. And a great one at that I might add.

Then I feel him go in just slightly more as he looks at me tensely. I pull his lips into mine, realizing how hard he’s trying not to show his own pleasure to make sure my needs are being met. Knowing just how much he’s also enjoying this is turning me on even more. And so as his mouth is pressed against mine, my first instinct is to take him by the tongue, craving this feeling suddenly. When I do, I feel him moan into my mouth, confirming to me that he is feeling a lot better than he wants to let on.

Luca’s eyes shut for a second. “You feel so good.”

“What part of me?” I tease.

He grunts between his words, “Your mouth, your pussy, your skin. All of you .”

His response only adds to my desperate sounds as he slides the rest of the way into me, until he’s filled me completely. “You’re so warm,” he groans.

My head falls back when his movements are so slow that I can’t figure out if it’s the best sensation I’ve ever felt or if it’s uncomfortable at all. Maybe both.

And then suddenly it all turns into the single most shattering sensation. Like smaller waves of pleasure that end only to extend into new heights that slowly keep building. And building …

“Look at me,” he demands.

I listen.

He continues to draw circles on my clit with his thumb as he grinds into me softly. “How are you feeling?”

My breath is starting to get shakier by the second, and so I barely whisper, “ Good .”

“Is there anything I can do for you to feel even better? ”

His words alone are enough to ruin me perfectly. And yet combined with the movements he does next, it’s just unfair.

Luca thrusts once or twice into me slowly as my moans only grow deeper, more extended. To not overwhelm me too much, he switches back to the grinding technique, when I feel his base slightly rub against my clit, immediately making my hips buck upwards.

I didn’t know this could feel even better . With the more sensitive and intense sensation juxtaposing the deeper steadier vibrations, I confess, “That. Fuck—” I gasp, “Keep doing that .”

He smirks. “You like when my cock touches your clit?”

Two can play at that.

I look into his eyes to give him the same reaction he’s giving me. “I think I like your cock everywhere .”

He gives such a strong thrust that it’s almost a mixture of a grind as well. “Oh fuck ,” he grunts.

I can tell he’s getting close but he doesn’t release. “I don’t mind if you want to come first,” I tease.

He shifts his weight above me and looks at me with a fire in his eyes. “If you don’t get off, I don’t get off.”

His words continue to awaken cravings in me as I try to grind my clit against him to get even more contact with his cock.

Luca glances down at me with amusement before looking back into my eyes. “Good girl. Taking what she wants.” His voice echoes against my neck as he twines his fingers with mine, all our points of contact only continuing to build in pleasure.

Then I feel my entire body pulse.

It’s like no other feeling I’ve experienced yet. Everything up to this point was pretty incredible. But this is spellbinding .

When his thrusts pick up and he hits that same sensitive spot, I almost scream. “ Luca—”

Feeling my release around him, he encourages, “Give me your worst.”

“Lucaaa—” I’m seeing stars.

He continues all his movements, ensuring I get the maximum pleasure seconds after my orgasm has fully rolled through me.

Then he grunts. Probably louder than I’ve heard it so far. So wild. So messy. So much less composed as he calls, “Jasmine—”

The sound of his voice is enough to add to his warmth that fills me like no other, unraveling a sensation that alone mimics a smaller, flutterier orgasm all over my body.

Still panting against each other with eyes closed in our euphoria, we barely manage to open them again. Luca’s voice sounds even more seductive, deeper than usual, as he whispers in my ear, “My girl’s a natural .”

Laughing at his nod to my experience, I take a moment to just establish some normal breathing here given how I don’t quite know where I am at the moment. And given how the friction from his rising chest and torso against my skin is making me dizzy all over again.

When I’ve managed to compose myself somewhat, I say, “I think my fetish is listening to the sounds you make.”

“You’re making me blush, stop,” he says, trying not to smile.

Luca’s cheeks actually look so flushed that all I want to do is pull him into me again.

“No, really,” I continue. “I think if all you did was moan and grunt I’d probably get off just by that.”

“Okay. This is good to know. Let me write that down.” He pretends to reach over toward his nightstand as my body warms up again at the sight of his skin flexing. Then he leans forward seductively. “I guess I couldn’t really hear myself through all your screaming. ”

Already blushing again, I defend, “It’s not my fault that you had to be this good at this.”

“But it all starts with you,” he says so simply as he brushes over my chin.

“What do you mean?”

He looks at my lips, while tracing soft strokes along my collarbone. “It turns me on to turn you on .”

I gesture with a flourish of my hand, “And with that, alas, she came for the tenth time on this magnetic evening.”

“I didn’t know you’re a poet?” Luca deadpans.

I snort as he moves off me.

As he removes the condom, he glances at me almost shyly. “I don’t want to assume you don’t know this,” he begins gently, “but I’ve learned that girls are supposed to pee after sex. To prevent…infection and such,” he gestures awkwardly with his hands, and it’s so endearing that I have to bite back a smile.

I actually did know this, but with all the thoughts and feelings jumbling around my mind at the moment, it wasn’t exactly the first thought I had after sex with Luca.

I stand from the bed and peck him on the lips. “Thanks for the reminder.”

When I come back from the bathroom and see him laying naked in his bed, it fully hits me. “I just had sex for the first time. Like, actual, full-on sex,” I tell Luca, while I join him on the sheets, as if I’m talking to my best friend over coffee.

“Congratulations. How was it?” His voice vibrates against my left ear as I feel him turn to his side.

I face toward him, meeting his glimmering eyes. “ Unfairly good. Like, I’m sorry, but I thought my first time would just feel awkward at best. I guess you said it perfectly that when you care about someone it’s this whole other experience.” My eyes light up at the reminder that while I’ve been working on this for so long that he also helped me in more ways than he’ll ever know.

The sparkle that his eyes reflects back to mine is so pure. A contrast from his immediate response as he teases, “ Careful . I could go again.”

It’s hard to look at him like this and not get turned on all over again. With his heavy breathing, slight sweat over his chest, and disheveled hair that I somehow managed to mess up even more than yesterday. And that’s not even the most overwhelming part. He’s looking at me like I’m his best friend but also the woman he just had sex with, and it’s making me want to giggle, moan, and scream at the same time. It’s lovely .

Wanting to relish this moment forever, I brush over his glowing cheek, and say, “It was also unexpected.”

“In what way?” he asks.

“I thought it was going to be more painful, but it wasn’t really for me,” I explain. “More uncomfortable than anything and that was mostly just at the beginning.”

“Yeah, it just depends on the person I guess. But I’m glad it wasn’t painful for you,” Luca says, while rubbing my shoulder.

“I still find it fascinating how it fits though. Like how is that even possible?” When he snorts loudly, I naively ask, “ What ?”

He shakes his head, still smirking. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing your questions.”

“You say that now…”

“No, really. Don’t ever change that about you.” Feeling a hundred degrees warmer suddenly, he continues, “And they’re perfectly valid questions, but for whatever reason you don’t really hear them very often.”

I smile. “Thank you for your patience with me, for all of this. I know I can be a handful.”

“ You’re perfect .” He places a playful kiss on the tip of my nose. “I love you.”

Not knowing how to process all of these emotions simultaneously, I surprise myself when I manage to say, “I love you too.”

It occurs to me that I’m finally ready to articulate with him why his thoughtfulness has affected me so deeply. And why at some point, so much of this felt almost impossible to ever find.

“I guess why I keep saying ‘thank you’ to you about this stuff is that I was worried that waiting this long meant I’d lose the understanding from another person that’s usually given when you’re younger.”

“What do you mean?” he asks so sincerely, as if he’s listening in a way to make sure he doesn’t miss a single detail.

I explain, “Like when you’re intimate with someone who you’d expect would have more experience for their age. I just assumed that even if you tried, there’s a sense of empathy that you struggle to relate to and therefore show for the other person.” The attentiveness in Luca’s eyes almost makes me stutter. I give him a warm smile, before realizing exactly what I want to say to him. “I thought my innocence would be undervalued when the time would finally come. Instead, you made me feel like I was still 18. For the first time I felt like I didn’t lose any time to do any of this.”

His grin is still timid, noting his humility, before he grows more serious. “It’s what you deserve. It’s what everyone deserves. To have the same level of respect regardless of when you decide to do something personal like this.”

“I know you keep saying you’re not doing anything, but trust me, you are.”

“Okay, I trust you,” he says playfully, while pulling me in closer.

It’s the perfect moment to play with the dangling strands of his dirty golden hair as I coyly say, “And I’ve also learned a lot.”

“About?”

“Sex.”

He cocks his head, intrigued. “Like?”

“How creative someone can get with their tongue.”

He licks his lips without a smile. “I mean, it’s not that hard considering how good you taste.”

When I cover my blushing cheeks with my hands, he gently moves them away from my face and says, “You know why I kept telling you to look at me?”

“Why?” I say, though I fear I’m not ready to hear his answer, but also desperately need to hear it right this very second.

“Because seeing the look in your eyes when you’re in that much pleasure is enough to make me crumble.”

Yeah, I wasn’t ready to hear that …

As if that wasn’t enough, he adds, “It’s making me hard again just thinking about it.” My cheeks continue to flush as I run my fingers through his hair while we talk. “By the way the initial discomfort that you felt should get better or even go away after the first few times.”

I bite down on my bottom lip at the implication of his comment. “I think it’s only fair to test that theory before I leave…”

“You’re leaving in two days, right?” he asks, a slight crack in his voice that I try to not dwell too much on. But when I nod, he grins. “That should be plenty of time .”

As he holds me in his arms, my heart flutters not just at everything that happened tonight or what’s to come, but how at peace I finally feel with the fact that certain things just didn’t happen for me on the same timeline that I had once hoped for .

When Luca mentioned time , it got me thinking of how I used to be told by my family that I’m just a late-bloomer. That’s all.

I don’t know why, but something about that phrase always rubbed me the wrong way. As if there’s somehow a shortcoming hidden behind the meaning.

As in I’m late. Behind. Not where I should be.

Not on time.

But it’s all relative.

If everyone was supposed to have their first kiss at 23, then I wouldn’t be a late-bloomer then, would I?

Now more than ever, I know that I’m not late. You’re not late. No one is.

You’re at the right pace that works for you, and whether you “bloom” at 18 or 25 or beyond , you’re right where you need to be.

So I wouldn’t call myself a late-bloomer. I’m just a girl who’s been trying to figure out her shit. Who’s still trying to.

And while a younger me would have wanted this to happen sooner, after knowing Luca, I would’ve waited even longer to experience this the way that I have with him.

Open, safe, and all-consuming .