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uncontrolled, with so much pressure it bordered on pain. The grimace on Rachel's face confirmed my thoughts. Luca flexed his wrist, sliding his fingers over her clit with the same power and rhythm to match his cock penetrating her cunt.
    My body tensed and coiled at the same time as Rachel's, and when she grabbed Luca's arm to hold him “right there” with a moan, I came apart. Every piece of me that used to be attached and solid dissolved under my own touch as I watched Luca fuck Rachel. They both stared at me the whole time.
    Rachel's body quaked as she moaned, “Fuck yes.” Then she went completely lax, a languid, satisfied look in her eyes.
    Luca thrust a few more times, then came with a grunt. He pumped his hips reflexively, milking the last of his orgasm before collapsing on top of Rachel.
    It was not the best orgasm of my life, nowhere near the experience of Luca inside me driving my body to release, but the whole experience was so sexy I knew I'd repeat it in an instant. There was so much more I wanted to do to--and with--Rachel, so many more things I wanted to demand that Luca do to her, but she looked out for the count.
    He pulled out and climbed off her and she remained limp in the middle of the bed, a small happy smile on her face. She looked ready to drift to sleep and that was okay with me. I was more than happy to take up where Luca and I left off.
     

Chapter 3
    Luca saturated the bath sponge and held it out of the water, letting it drip onto my chest. He reclined behind me, with my back to his chest. The water had cooled considerably while we were busy with Rachel, but Luca had freshened it and pulled me into the bath with him.
    Rachel slept through all of it. It'd been too long since she'd had a decent orgasm and Luca had knocked her out completely. He was far too satisfied over the whole thing, too. He would no doubt be insufferable for weeks.
    “How do you feel?” Luca kissed the side of my head and hugged me briefly. Then he resumed soaping my body casually, letting his hands drift over me as they wanted.
    “About what?” I sank into him, enjoying the feel of his soap slicked hands against my skin. I willed myself not to tense. There was no reason to assume he was talking about moving in together.
    “About all of this.” He gestured toward the bed.
    I laughed and clenched my thighs, the residual orgasm high still vibrated inside me. “I thought I demonstrated how I felt earlier.”
    Luca kissed my neck in that spot, his mouth stretched into a smile. “No, you showed me how your body reacted. How do you feel about it?”
    “Oh, you mean other than the awesome orgasm?” He picked the strangest times to talk about our feelings. “I feel fine.” I wasn't sure what he was getting at. Maybe I was expected to be jealous and start crying or perpetrating random acts of violence against him.
    “It doesn't bother you at all?”
    I turned until I was facing him with our chests pressed together. Water sloshed over the edge with the movement. I looked into his eyes carefully. I wanted to see what he was feeling, and let him see me at the same time.
    “It doesn't. At all. Luca, I trust you.” I hadn't planned to say that to him and it came as a bit of a shock when the words came out. But I realized that planned or not, the words were true. I did trust him, and that went beyond just our sexual encounters.
    “Yeah?” He kissed me gently, an easy light brush of his lips against mine.
    “Yeah. And you trust me. So what's this about?”
    “It's just that last time we tried to involve another person, we both shied away from it. This time we dove in head first.”
    Last time Luca had arranged for his friend, Richard, to join us. It'd been a surprise for me and came as we were both trying to figure out what we really meant to each other and what those emotions meant to our relationship. It was during the sticky transition from no strings to strings.
    “We weren't ready then.” Richard was incredibly