"Ahhhnnn!" Sigrid cried out, a sound that was half-shock, half-pleasure, echoing into the quiet night.
His tongue swirled around her nipple, warm and wet, sending waves of sensation crashing through her body.
Her hands, which had been raised in surrender, now fluttered uncertainly before finally settling on Luca's shoulders, gripping his shirt tightly.
Luca himself switched sides, giving equal attention to her right breast, sucking gently, teasing the sensitive nub with his teeth.
"Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~"
Sigrid's head fell forward, resting against his shoulder, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"S-Sir Luca...please..." She moaned, though she didn't know what she was asking for.
More? Less? To stop? To never stop?
Luca pulled back just enough to speak, his lips still brushing against her sensitive skin.
"You taste incredible, Sigrid. Like honey and warm summer rain."
"I-I don't...I don't taste anything..."
