13) Sparky sparky bang bang

For a second there, I was so shocked that I'm not even sure if I kissed him back. My lips didn't move. Of course I wanted to kiss him, but I was just so stunned.

I guess he must've noticed that I wasn't moving because he began to pull back. But I grabbed a fistful of his suit and pulled him in.

Let the sparky sparky bang bang begin...

His hands clenched around my waist and he pulled me in even closer to him, and kissed me back fiercely. My hands gently trailed down to his chest.

His hands go even further down, travelling all around the curves of my body to my ass. He squeezes it and I gasp. He takes it as an opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth. I moan when I feel the warmth of his tongue inside my mouth. I can tell he liked it because he inhaled deeply.

My hands snaked behind his neck and I pulled his head down to me. I pressed my chest against his, wanting to close any space between us. I wanted him close. So very close that our bodies felt like one.

His hand ran up my thigh, tickling my skin. His fingers felt electric against my body. He gently massaged my thigh as he kissed me. Thank fuck for that slit.

My hands travelled everywhere: his neck, his back, his chest, his face, his hair. His hands ran up and down my back and then to my face. He cupped my face and pushed his lips even harder into mine greedily.

Luca's lips were driving me insane. I couldn't get enough. I wanted more. And more. And more. He made my head spin. I wanted him. I needed him. I'm falling for him.

Luca's POV

Boner.

Boner.

Boner.

Boner.

Malia's POV

My tongue slightly brushed his, causing a deep sound to vibrate in his core. I knew he was enjoying this as much as I was. He held me tighter in his arms as our lips moved against each other.

He pulls away from me after a while, resting his forehead against mine, his breathing ragged. I gasped for air, which is alot more difficult for an asthmatic. My hands are pressed against his chest as I breathe deeply.

I didn't want it to end there. I wanted more. But did he? What if he regretted ever kissing me? What if he was having second thoughts?

As we catch our breath, our lips slightly brush against each other. He presses a quick but deep peck against my lips, hopefully meaning he likes what just happened.

"Hai un sapore così buono," he whispers against my lips.

I don't know what the heck that meant, but I sure as hell liked it.

"You taste so good," he whispered. Okay, I definitely liked it.

His breath was fresh and minty, with a tinge of lemon and a sprinkle of rose. Smelt like a whole ass can of Febrèze in there. Don't ask me how, considering the fact that we just ate beef lasagna.

His nose trailed down to my neck and he took a deep breath in, probably enjoying the scent of Chanel I was wearing. He dipped his head and I gasped when he started sucking the skin on my collarbone.

I had to bite back a small moan when he bit down on my skin. My hand found it's way up to his hair as he trails up my jaw, placing small kisses everywhere.

His fingers traced patterns on my back as he continued placing kisses all over my skin. I felt him pull on the zipper on the back of my dress. Cold air hit my bare back as he pulled down on the zipper, revealing my bra.

He slowly pulled the sleeves of the dress further down as he planted kisses on my shoulder down to my breasts. He nuzzled his nose between my cleavage and his tongue traced circles on my skin.

I was going crazy. What was this man and his Italian tongue doing to me? Something built up in the core of my stomach. It was getting tighter and tighter and tighter-

"Uhm," one of the servers cleared their throat.

I immediately held my collapsing dress against me. Luca's first instinct was to cover my nearly exposed boobs with his body. He pulls me into a hug and holds me tight.

"Sorry to interrupt sir," the server starts to speak.

"What is it?" Luca groans out frustratedly.

"Are you and madame done with dessert?"

"Well we were getting there," Luca rolls his eyes and I can't help but giggle. Holy fuck. So I'm giggling now?

"Very well," the server leaves with our dirty dishes.

Luca's hold on me is still tight. I find it sweet that he immediately went to cover me first.

We both sat there, me still in his arms.

"Um...," I started, "We- err- I should probably..."

"Yeah...," he lets go of his hold on me.

I held my dress up to me.

"Could you... um...," I turned around to show him my undone zip.

"Yes of course," he pushed my hair that collapsed from my bun to the side. His fingers on my skin sent sparks through my veins.

His fingers trembled as he slowly redid the zip.

"Thanks," I murmed.

"My pleasure," I could feel his warm breath against the back of my neck as he spoke.

"Anyway, I should head to bed," I stood up and smiled.

"Yes, me too," he stood up. This was weird. The air between Luca and I was never this awkward. And I was never this quiet around him. He for one, was never this vulnerable around me. He was always so big and bossy, but now he was trembling and awkward. We never had uncomfortable silences. Both of us always had something to say.

"Goodnight then," I fucking curtsied. What the hell was going on with me?

"Yes, goodnight."

We said goodnight, yet we hadn't moved. We stayed there. Staring at each other. Breathing heavily.

Then,

We pushed the chairs out of our way and practically lunged ourselves towards each other.

He grabbed my face and lips locked onto mine, moving roughly. My hands latched onto his hair, messing it up. His hands explored the curves of my body as I pulled him into me.

This kiss wasn't like the others. The others were passionate, intimate, romantic. This one was rough, desperate and impatient. It was messy and heated. Our tongues wrestled with each other. It was as if we couldn't get enough of each other. It was true, we couldn't. Those kisses sparked something in us, and we didn't want it to leave.

He bit down on my bottom lip and a small moan escaped my lips. We finally pulled away from each other, panting heavily.

"Okay then," I said between pants, "Goodnight!"

"Goodnight," he smiled. Dimples. Dimples. Dimples.

I don't know what that was, but it better happen again.

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This was the best I could do rn guys :(

I was actually just gonna be like "and then we shoved our tongues down each other's throats" cause well... it's a parody and its not exactly suppose to be all romantic and shit but I decided to treat you guys even tho this sucks ass😚

It just made me feel so uncomfortable writing this and I have no idea how to describe stuff like this

Anyway...

I actually got that Italian line Luca says from Google translate so don't come at me if it's not 100% correct lol