L'amore: The Luminara Series (62 page)

I pull myself together to collect my cognitive thoughts then make my first movement since my frozen shock and place my finger on his lips.

“Tell me later. Right now I need you like I’ve never needed you before, please take this feeling away and make me feel you, nothing else.” Removing my finger, I lean into kiss his lips forcefully, showing him what I want, what I need.

That small gesture is all it takes for him to groan and grab behind my head, scrunching a handful of hair in both hands as he assaults my mouth with his tongue. We kiss hard, we kiss passionately, and we kiss dirty, groaning into one another’s mouth until my lips feel bruised and swollen.

My fear is almost gone ... almost.

I need more.

My fear is replaced by lust—heady, sparking, yearning desire—and I don’t want this to end. His sexy kissing has me shifting on the bar surface, wriggling and craving his touch to my wet throbbing sex. I tilt my pelvis and push my hips forward.

We don’t exchange words, only sexy moans and groans.

Desperate.

Passionate.

Understanding.

Giving.

The lust I feel igniting inside me is more intense than the lust I felt my first time with Lucca in Italy because I know how he makes me feel.

Powerful.

Confident.

Alive.

Him. All of him.

We effortlessly follow our instincts and thrash, grope, and tease. He picks me back up while pushing his hard erection up against my needy sex and clashes his tongue with mine.

Dancing.

Smacking.

Biting.

I run my hands through his wavy hair, gripping tightly to show him the intensity I desire.

Rough.

Carnal.

Raucous.

He pauses and looks in my eyes, soundlessly asking if I want to be fucked like that.

“Yes, I need it,” I answer. My body is charged, infused with a surge of ignited passion.

Electrocuted, I need to feel something intense. He needs to fuck me. Fuck me hard. He walks with my back towards one of the glass panels, my legs around his waist. Every step he takes is fast, strong, and robust. He’s vigorous and potent, oozing power. It’s sexy, virile, and I’m melting in his arms. I’m satisfied because I know I’ll definitely be getting fucked.

The cascading of rippling tremors I feel is forceful, from my heart to my abdomen to my sex. Butterfly wings are too gentle to describe this feeling; it’s more like currents igniting through me, jolting me with ecstatic thrills of aches and cramps weaving down low. Vulnerable. Desperate. The pounding in my palpitating heart rhythmically beats with the dull bass blasting from the club upstairs.

He places me down against one of those glass panels with rippling water, then slides his jacket off me, pulls my dress up, and strips my tiny lace panties from me. Feeling completely aroused with my bare sex exposed, I need friction on my wet sensitive folds. I lift one leg, wrapping it around his waist, closing the space, then push myself against his hard bulge in a hard, fast thrust. Then I reach out to undo his zipper.

I’m moving fast and furious and know what I want and how to do it, but the reality is the alcohol has probably slowed me down, so he helps me out. He slides his suit trousers and boxers down, his massive, hard cock springing free. He then undoes his tie and top few buttons, leaving the tie hanging open around his neck.

I need this power, him to take control, to transport me into another world where there is no fear, only indulgent hedonism. Only Lucca can take me there. Now is the time.

I need to be taken
.

Placing one hand on his firm ass cheek and the other on his thick, steely shaft, I stroke his length, massage his balls, then tighten my grip hard and work him, pleasure him until I can’t take it anymore. Grabbing his throbbing cock, I pull it towards me and tease my clit with his bulbous head.

“Jesus, fuck, baby.” His groaning and husky voice renders me delirious. He’s real, this is real, and I’m taking him every way I can. I don’t speak, I can’t. I’m on a mission to get fucked senseless and have waited all week to feel this.

Lifting my leg a little higher, holding onto his girth, I circle his engorged head around my clit, grazing my sensitive nub as he tightens his grip on my hair and hisses through clenched teeth. It’s a delicious sensation hitting me, but being impatient, I know what I need lies within. I slide his cock down my wet folds tempting it to my opening. Biting down on my lip and closing my eyes, I ease him into me.

Throwing my head back with the feel of him against my sex, I grab his inky, wavy hair to pull his lips to mine then bite his bottom lip. Growling, he picks me up so I’m straddling his hips as he pounds into me in one fast, forceful drive forward, banging me against the glass panel of flowing water. He thrusts again and again with strong control, shocking my nervous system with an intense electric current. He gives me what I need and fucks me good and proper.

Impaling and stretching me, I clamp around his shaft as he fervently pounds into me callously and steadfast. Tears escape my eyes once more when I thrust my body against his, accepting every penetrating, unforgiving whack, climbing the stairway to sexual heaven. Every intense slam of deep, hard incursion has me one step closer to utopia, where I won’t feel fear, only gratification.

This is the best form of therapy, of distraction, and I intend to savour it. I assault his tongue as my generous, swollen cleavage spills from the bustier of my dress, squashed against his chest. Clenching around his expert intrusion, my muscles tighten; I’m quivering, shaking, but relishing every hard slam he fucks into me.

With aggressive possession in my eyes, I cry with carnal pleasure, nearly reaching my orgasm “Fuck, Lexi, I need this, baby, so bad with you.” There’s desperation in his needy voice causing my heartbeat to hitch in my throat I’m panting so hard knowing he needs it as much as me.

“Harder,” I demand as my body cries out for more delicious abuse to my core. “I’m close … ahhh … shit,” I bellow through the large, empty VIP area.

“Come for me, baby. Shout my name and come around my cock,” he growls, losing control and panting breathlessly. It’s enough to throw me into a raging, sensational climax.

“Lucca,” I cry. He gutturally shouts my name as he becomes rigid and slams into me again, coming inside and pushing me up the glass.

I scream over and over, envisioning stars, my eyes rolling back into my head. He pounds into me another few times before slumping against me while the undulating ripples of erogenous waves flood my body and my senses.

He remains inside me, keeping his body pressed against mine, kissing me over and over, breathing erratically. I can’t let go. I’m blissfully absorbing every nerve and flutter. He lowers me and eases out, placing me on a white leather sofa nearby. I’m not finished with him yet. I need more of that distraction and I need more of him.

Thankfully, he has the same idea. He’s not finished with me either. He never is.

He slips his shoes off, then kicks away his trousers and boxers gathered at his ankles, and unbuttons his shirt all the way down leaving it open. Watching him and knowing this area is private and no one will come in, I do the same. I sit on the end of the sofa and unzip my dress. Lucca kneels in front of me and finishes the bottom part of the zipper then pulls it over my head.

“I love the dress, but you are too sexy in it. Every man up there has a hard, twitching cock for you.” He unclasps my bra and flings it overhead. “I am glad it is my hard, twitching cock that is fucking you. No one else’s but mine. Only mine. Always. Anytime. Anywhere. Mine.”

“Only yours,” I reply, feeling a pool of excitement swirl low in my abdomen with his words. His ownership.

“I love your sexy dress, but I love your sexy as fuck body even more. The body I get to fuck.” He moans at the site of my naked body. “Fuck, I have missed this image.”

I’ve missed this image also—Lucca kneeling in front of me naked, exposing his dark muscular body of male perfection. Those defined abs, deliciously ripped with his shirt hanging open exposing them, it’s nothing short of a hot fantasy. My fantasy.

He spreads my legs and moves in between them, closer to my body. Taking my hard as diamonds puckered nipples, he kisses, licks, and bites, nipping the other at the same time. Arching my back, enjoying his mouth, I know I need more.

“Touch me,” I beg. I’m aware he is touching me but I need him lower.

He moves his hands from my heavy breasts over my navel then lifts my feet and places my heels on the edge of the sofa, widening my legs and exposing me fully to him. Clenching his jaw, gasping at his view, he strokes my wet, slick folds.

“Uhhh.” I throw my head back.

Utopia.

His thumb torments my sweet spot while he inserts two—no three—fingers deep inside me, sliding his sperm within my sheath. Arching my back and pushing my breasts forward, it’s only a matter of seconds before I detonate again as I’m still very sensitive. Closing my eyes, my head involuntarily thrashes side to side as I bite the inside of my lip, curling my toes, shaking my knees and legs while tensing everywhere.

Holy shit!

“I have missed you so much. I could watch you do that all day. God, you are perfetto.” He slithers his fingers out from my pulsing, hot, soaked core and trails his creamy fingers over my bare mound. He leans in to kiss me. “Hmmm, someone got waxed all over. I love it,” he rasps against my lip. I love him. I love this.

I’m awfully glad he loves it, but I’d love it even more if he were back inside me.

Still trying to keep the power, I grab a handful of material from his shirt, pulling him up. Standing, I turn and push him flat down onto the sofa. His eyes are wanton for me. He watches me eagerly with that sexy dimple smile I go weak for.

Climbing up, I straddle him then run my hands all over his exposed abs, inside his open shirt that’s left hanging at his sides. My Italian god.

“I’ve missed you so much too. I’ve missed this,” I say in my sexy voice. Then I lean down, pressing my breasts to his chest but keeping my hips and ass lifted up and back so I’m not touching him yet. I tease him.

I kiss his lips and his neck then seductively suck on his Adam’s apple, coating my tongue with a taste of his alluring aftershave. I know he loves this and I love pleasuring him like this. His virile hands firmly massage my breasts as my tongue swirls over his nipples, and without any warning I sit up, wiggle my ass, then drop my hips anchoring down onto his erect cock. I manoeuvre side to side until I have his full length inside me, making me buckle all again with that same electric current undulating through my lower abdomen.

“Fucking hell,” he growls then grabs onto my hips. He feels so good. I plan to ride him fast and hard, and I do just that. I feel him … nothing else. I bounce up and down, consuming his steel shaft and clamping tightly around it. I ride him fast and furiously.

I grind.

I thrust.

I drive.

“Christ, Lexi, you feel so good. Keep going, baby … ahh ...” he hisses with pleasure on my next hard thrust.

Throwing my head back, rolling my eyes, I lift higher and grind lower, exerting my shameless, raw carnality, riding him senseless. I’m close, so close to explosion. The sinful greed of another mighty, mind-blowing orgasm is seconds away. I’m impatient so I move my hand and flick my clit, grasping one of my breasts with the other.

Screaming, I splinter through another euphoric, mind-shattering orgasm sparking my body into a frenzied delight. I combust.

I’m deliriously dizzy in my exultant paradise, but Lucca is still lifting me up and down on him, he’s frantically ramming himself up to me in strong, impelling thrusts, grunting with fervour while taking control. My sex feels energised with sensitivity as tremors course through me. I’m crying and whimpering still, because this orgasm continues to ripple.

It’s too much.

It’s perfect.

I can’t take it.

I’m delirious.

It’s going on and on, enrapturing me while he shudders up in a hard, stiff jerk and holds my hips while he’s balls deep. He’s tensing and puffing out my name through clenched teeth, filling me with his release, and once more finding his own euphoric delight.

He’s pumping into me so high and hard, he’s lifted his own hips off the sofa, my knees coming off the leather with him. I tilt my hips forward, leaning backwards, taking him to his base in the perfect angel. Contracting my muscles, clenching my ass cheeks, and holding onto his girth, I take.

He twitches a few times in me, digging his fingers into my hips and ass. Once my shock waves have zapped through my entire body, I collapse on top of him, completely spent and temporarily clouded, sheltered from my brutal, evil reality.

Fearless.

Closing our eyes, hot, sweaty, and exhausted, we lie like this while he gently strokes my back and ass and plays with my hair, languorously kissing me. I’m not sure if minutes have elapsed when I open my eyes, but I’m still here in his arms sated and light-headed, and I don’t want to move.

“Lexi, baby, I need to get you home. Are you awake?” he whispers against my cheek.

“Hmmm …”

He sits up, still holding me, then places me on the sofa. I’m so exhausted I can’t speak. I need sleep. Slumping on my side, I draw my knees up, ready for sleep, forgetting how exposed I am and where I am.

He disappears then returns with another glass of water and towels. He wipes us clean with a wet towel stroking the beads of sweat from my forehead and neck then uses another hot, wet towel for my sex. Sitting me upright, he gives me the glass of water.

I sip the water as Lucca dresses. Then he returns with my panties and slips them over my legs. He puts my bra inside his jacket pocket and slips my dress over me, zipping it up, then scoops me into his arms.

I’m safe.

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