Page 100 of Family Bonds- Gabriela & Luca

His fingers reached for the bottom of her little top, lifted it up and over her head, her tits coming right out into his face while she climbed onto his lap.

She leaned forward, her hands on the headboard, bringing her hardened nipple right to his mouth. Encouraging him to give her a taste. A little suck. A nibble.

Hell, he could take a bite for all she cared.

But she needed him to dosomething.

His tongue came out, he gave her a little dab, then another. Teasing her like she wanted to do to him.

Her hand went under her breast, plumped it up, bringing it closer to his mouth, letting him know what she really wanted.

Yeah, he got it when he latched on and sucked. Sucked so hard that she felt it almost tug in her core.

Her lady lips twitched some, itching for some more action.

Soon, little bitty parts, soon.

Her fingers were cramping around the headboard, so she switched hands, switching breasts at the same time.

When she found herself grinding on his stomach, she knew that she wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Lift,” he said.

His mouth returned to her breast, but she did as he’d said, his fingers finding her little shorts and helping them down.

They weren’t coming off without her moving off his chest though, so she tilted to the side, kicked one leg out and then switched and did the other.

“Not a real smooth move there,” she said, laughing.

“Don’t give a fuck,” he mumbled around her nipple, then moved his mouth to the other.

She lifted again, lined him up, and sank down hard.

Her head tipped back at the sudden fullness, a sharp breath tearing from her chest. She rose, then dropped again—once, twice—finding a pace that made her thighs burn and her pulse race.

This was supposed to be about him. About easing the tension from his body, giving him a taste of what waited for him when he finally let go.

Instead, it was becoming about her.

About what she needed.

What she wanted.

And he clearly wasn’t complaining. Not with the way his hands locked on her hips, guiding her, lifting her just enough before pulling her back down with a force that stole her breath.

Her body was gaining speed, her thigh muscles almost cramping, but she wasn’t stopping. She wasn’t letting up. No fucking way.

His fingers moved from her hips back to her breasts, pinching her nipples, giving her a touch of pain to help get her there. And it did.

Everything in her collided at once. As if the brakes were thrown on a rollercoaster and her body jolted forward and back.

She was coming... hard! She was screeching, or making noises not easily identifiable.

Through it all, Luca was still ramming up into her, then he stopped. As ifhisbrakes had just engaged.

And she felt him pulsing, the soft breath escaping his lungs like he could finally relax.

Could finally let it all out.