Chapter 135 MY SUNSHINE.
\~~~RAINA.
“We should be careful. You are injured and…” I mumbled against his lips, my voice laced with worry even as desire coursed through me.
His bandage pressed against my side, and the thought of him hurting himself more twisted my gut, but his body over mine felt too good, and too right to pull away completely.
“Can you stop talking for a second, baby?” Luciano whispered back, his breath hot on my skin. His eyes locked onto mine, dark and intense, before he captured my mouth again in a deep kiss that silenced all my protests. His tongue slid against mine, slow and teasing, making my toes curl into the soft pillows beneath us. I melted into it, my hands roaming up his back, careful to avoid the sore spot but unable to resist touching him.
The tent's silk walls enclosed us like a private world, the faint glow of lanterns casting flickering shadows that danced across his strong shoulders.
Outside our bedroom, this felt wildly thrilling, exposed yet safe, the night air seeping through the fabric with hints of flowers and earth. I'd always known our intimacy in the dim light of our room, predictable and comforting, but here?
It was electric, like we were stealing this moment from the stars themselves. My heart raced faster, not just from him, but from the forbidden rush of it all.
He pulled back just enough to trail kisses down my neck, his lips soft and deliberate. “Solnyshko,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. “I've missed this. I have missed you.” His hands working my dress until the cool air kissed my bare skin. He cupped my breasts gently, thumbs circling my nipples until they hardened under his touch. I arched up, a soft gasp escaping me as pleasure sparked low in my belly.
“I love you so much,” I whispered back, my fingers threading through his hair, holding him close. “More than anything, Luciano. ” The words tumbled out, raw and true, as I poured my heart into them.
His mouth followed his hands, closing over one nipple with a warm suck that sent jolts straight to my core. I moaned, my body responding instantly, wetness gathering between my thighs. He lavished attention on me slowly, switching sides, his tongue flicking and teasing while his free hand slid down my stomach, dipping under my skirt to find my panties. “So wet for me already, sweetheart,” he groaned, fingers pressing against the damp fabric. “That is my girl.”
The praise made me flush, heat blooming across my chest. I nodded, breathless. “Only for you. Always.” He hooked his fingers into the lace and tugged it down my legs, tossing it aside. Then he settled between my thighs, his broad shoulders nudging them wider. I watched him, pulse thundering, as he kissed his way lower, over my hips, my inner thighs, until his breath ghosted over my pussy.
“Luciano...” I breathed, anticipation coiling tight. He looked up, eyes smoldering, before his tongue parted my folds. The first lick was slow, deliberate, tracing from my entrance to my clit with just the right pressure. I cried out, hips bucking slightly, but he held me down with firm hands on my thighs.
“Easy, baby. Let me take care of you.”
He did, oh God, he did. His mouth worked me over with patient strokes, sucking gently on my clit while his tongue delved inside, tasting me deeply.
Pleasure built steadily, not rushed, each swirl and lap drawing me higher. I tangled my fingers in his hair, guiding him just a little, whispering how good it felt, how much I loved him. “You are everything to me,” I gasped, my body trembling as the tension wound tighter.
He hummed against me, the vibration pushing me closer to the edge. “Come for me, my Sunshine. I want to feel you shatter.” His words, combined with a finger sliding inside me, curling to hit that perfect spot, sent me over. Orgasm crashed through me, waves of bliss making my toes curl and my back arch off the pillows. I moaned his name, loud and unrestrained, the thrill of the open air amplifying every sensation.
As I came down, panting, he kissed his way back up my body, shedding his shirt along the way. I traced the edges of his bandage, concern flickering, but he shook his head. “I am fine. I need you too much.” His pants followed, and he positioned himself at my entrance, his cock hard and thick, pressing against me. “Look at me, love.”
Our eyes met as he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching me deliciously. I gasped at the fullness, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him deeper. “Yes, just like that,” I murmured, nails digging into his shoulders. He filled me completely, pausing to let us adjust, his forehead against mine.
“I love you, baby,” he said, voice thick with emotion. “My wife, my heart. You are mine, forever.” He started moving then, slow thrusts that rocked us together, his hips rolling in a rhythm that hit every sensitive spot inside me. The pillows cushioned us, but the silk tent rustled with our motions, adding to the wild intimacy.
“I love you too,” I replied, meeting each thrust with my own, our bodies syncing perfectly. “So much. Don't stop.” His pace stayed unhurried, drawing out the pleasure, his cock sliding in and out with wet sounds that filled the space. I clenched around him, loving how he groaned, how his hands gripped my hips possessively.
We moved like that for what felt like hours, sweat-slicked and whispering endearments. “My beautiful girl,” he breathed, kissing my neck as he ground deeper. “So tight, so perfect for me.” I reciprocated, telling him how strong he was, how he made me feel alive, cherished. The connection went beyond physical. It was souls intertwining, and healing old wounds with every shared breath.
But the slow build had us both craving more intensity. “Turn over for me, baby,” he suggested, voice husky. I nodded eagerly, the idea sending fresh excitement through me. He helped me roll onto my hands and knees, the pillows shifting under us. The position felt vulnerable, thrilling, especially here in the tent where the night breeze teased my exposed skin.
He knelt behind me, hands caressing my ass before spreading me open.
“God, you look incredible like this,” he said, admiration clear. His cock nudged my entrance, and he thrust in with one smooth motion, deeper than before. I cried out, pushing back to meet him, the angle hitting new depths that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
“Fuck, Luciano,” I moaned, gripping the pillows. He started slow again, but the position allowed harder drives, his hips snapping forward with controlled power. One hand reached around to rub my clit, the dual sensation overwhelming. “That is it, sweetheart. Take me. You feel so good.”
I rocked back against him, the slap of skin on skin echoing softly. “Love you... harder, please.”
He obliged, pace quickening, his free hand tangling in my hair to pull my head back gently, exposing my neck for his kisses. Pleasure coiled tight once more, faster this time, the thrill of this intimacy outside our usual bed making it all the more intoxicating, like we were animals in heat, unbound by walls.
His thrusts grew urgent, his cock pounding into me relentlessly, but he never lost that tenderness, murmuring “I love you” with each drive. I echoed it back, my body trembling as the climax built.
“Come with me, baby,” he growled, fingers circling faster on my clit.
It hit me like lightning, pussy clenching around him in spasms, milking his release. He groaned my name, burying deep as he came, hot spurts filling me. We collapsed forward together, his body covering mine protectively, both of us shuddering through the aftershocks.
This was the greatest fuck of my life. It was slow, passionate, and mind-blowing in its depth. Not just physical release, but a reaffirmation of us, raw and real under the stars. He rolled us to the side, pulling me into his arms, our breaths syncing as he kissed my shoulder. “You're everything, Raina.”
“And you are mine,” I whispered, tracing the ring on my finger. The tent held us close, the night whispering promises of more.