Luca blinked, still holding the towel against his side. A genuinely clueless little frown creased his brow.

"Make it up to me? What do you mean?"

Amelia let out a soft, breathy laugh. Instead of answering with words, she leaned in, cupped the side of his face, and kissed him.

The kiss started gentle... her lips warm and tentative against his. Luca’s surprise melted almost instantly. He kissed her back, slow and deep, one hand sliding to the small of her back. Amelia’s fingers trailed from his jaw down to his chest, slipping beneath the hem of his lifted shirt. Her palm glided over his firm, warm skin, tracing the ridges of his abdomen, then higher across the broad planes of his chest. She felt his heartbeat quicken under her touch.

The kiss deepened. Her tongue brushed his, coaxing a low rumble from his throat. Amelia shifted closer, straddling his lap on the wide sofa, careful not to press too hard against his bruised side. Her hands explored him freely now, mapping every inch of muscle while their mouths moved together with growing hunger.

Luca pulled back just enough to murmur against her lips, voice husky. "Amelia... you don’t have to..."

"Shh." She nipped his lower lip playfully. "I want to. Let me."

She rocked her hips slowly against him, feeling him harden beneath her. A soft moan escaped her as the friction sent sparks through her core. Luca’s hands settled on her thighs, squeezing gently, his thumbs stroking in teasing circles.

Their kisses turned hotter, messier. Amelia ground down harder, her breath hitching every time she felt his growing length press against her through their clothes. She tugged his shirt higher; he helped her pull it off completely. Her own top followed shortly after, tossed aside. Skin met skin, warm and electric.

"You feel so good already," she whispered, lips brushing his ear. "So hard for me..."

Luca groaned, head tilting back against the sofa. "Fuck, Amelia..."

She smiled, kissing down his neck, then lower across his chest, all while her hand slipped between them to palm him through his pants. He was thick, throbbing under her touch. She stroked him slowly, savoring the way his hips twitched upward seeking more. Teasing him by licking the tip.

Eventually she couldn’t wait any longer. They shed the rest of their clothes in a heated rush. Amelia pushed him back against the cushions, straddling him again, this time with nothing between them. She took his cock in her hand, stroking the thick, veined length as she positioned herself.

"Look at me," she breathed.

Their eyes locked as she slowly sank down onto him.

A long, shaky moan spilled from Amelia’s lips as he stretched her open, inch by inch. "Oh my god... Luca... you’re so big..."

He filled her completely, the sensation intense and perfect. She paused at the bottom, breathing hard, her walls fluttering around him. Luca’s hands gripped her hips, jaw clenched, eyes dark with lust.

"Fuck... you feel incredible," he growled.

Amelia began to ride him. Slow at first, rolling her hips in sensual waves, savoring every thick inch sliding in and out of her slick heat. Wet sounds filled the room with every descent: the soft, obscene slap of skin on skin, the slick glide of her arousal coating him. Her moans grew louder, breathier.

"Mmm... ahh... Luca..." She braced her hands on his chest, riding him deeper. Her breasts bounced with each movement. Pleasure coiled tight in her belly as his cock hit that perfect spot inside her again and again.

Luca watched her with hooded eyes, his expression raw, lips parted, brow furrowed in pleasure, muscles flexing beneath her. "That’s it, baby... ride me just like that. You look so fucking beautiful on me."

His praise made her moan louder. She picked up speed, bouncing on him harder, faster. The wet, rhythmic *plap-plap-plap* of her ass meeting his thighs grew louder. Her moans turned into desperate cries.

"Yes... yes... oh fuck, Luca...!"

She came first, hard. Her walls clenched rhythmically around him, pulsing, soaking his cock. Her face contorted in ecstasy. eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent cry that melted into a long, trembling moan. Her thighs shook.

But she didn’t stop. She kept riding him through her orgasm, drawing it out, grinding down greedily.

Luca’s control finally snapped.

With a low growl, he flipped them. Amelia gasped as her back hit the soft cushions. Luca hooked her legs over his arms and drove into her hard.

The new angle made her cry out. He fucked her with deep, powerful strokes, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, the head of his cock kissing her cervix with every thrust. The sound was filthy: loud, wet slaps of skin, her slick arousal coating his balls, the sofa creaking beneath them.

"Luca...! Ahh! Fuck...!" Amelia’s moans were unrestrained now, voice breaking with every brutal thrust.

"You feel so good," he panted against her neck, voice rough. "So tight... squeezing me like that. You gonna cum again for me?"

She nodded frantically, nails digging into his back. Another orgasm crashed over her, even stronger. Her back arched, toes curled, walls spasming wildly around his pistoning cock. Her moans turned into high-pitched whimpers.

Luca didn’t slow down. He kept fucking her through it, hard, relentless, chasing his own release. Sweat slicked their bodies. The wet, rhythmic pounding echoed through the living room.

"Inside me," she gasped, pulling him closer. "Cum inside me, Luca... please... Oh fuck...!"

With a deep, guttural groan, Luca buried himself to the hilt. His cock throbbed powerfully as he came, flooding her with hot, thick spurts. He kept thrusting through it, grinding deep, prolonging the pleasure until every last drop was spent inside her.

They stayed locked together for long moments, breathing hard, bodies trembling.

Eventually Luca pulled out slowly, a soft groan escaping both of them at the loss. He collapsed beside her and immediately pulled Amelia against his chest, wrapping strong arms around her. She nestled into him with a contented sigh, one leg draped over his, her cheek pressed to the warm, solid muscle of his chest. His heartbeat thumped steadily beneath her ear, slowing gradually. The heat of his body enveloped her completely, safe and comforting. His fingers traced lazy patterns along her bare back, occasionally dipping lower to caress the curve of her ass.

Amelia smiled sleepily, pressing a soft kiss to his chest.

"Hmm... you’re so good at this stuff," she murmured, voice husky and teasing. "At least better at it than hit the bottle."

Luca let out a rich, genuine laugh that rumbled through his chest. The sound made her smile wider. He tightened his arms around her, pulling her impossibly closer, one hand gently cupping the back of her head.

"Yeah?" he said, voice warm with amusement. "Good to know I have some talents."

She nuzzled deeper into him, inhaling his scent, clean sweat, faint cologne, and pure Luca. The feeling was perfect: skin on skin, his strong heartbeat, the gentle rise and fall of his breathing, the way his fingers kept stroking her hair and back in soothing patterns. She felt safe. Cherished. Desired.

"Stay right here," he whispered, kissing the top of her head.

"I’m not going anywhere," she replied softly.

They lay tangled together like that, the world outside forgotten, wrapped in each other’s warmth