L'amore: The Luminara Series (44 page)

Wait.

Why?

What?

I’m tense and gripping the sheet, but my heated, damp sex is screaming to allow it.

“Lexi, baby, are you okay? Please relax. Do you trust me?”

“Yes, I trust you.” I try to mask my quivering hesitation because of course I’m apprehensive, and my heart is beating fast, but I also feel a surge of excitement and anticipation because of the things Lucca makes me feel. His words, his promises, his touches. I am completely safe.

He places a dark, soft satin blindfold over my eyes, and my breathing becomes short and ragged.

“I will never put you in danger. I will never hurt you. I want to protect you because you are my something special, so let me give you something special. I think this will be good for us and help you with another level of trust.”

“Lucca?” I quiver; I just don’t know if it’s through nerves or desperation.

“Hey, I am here, right here. It is you and me, and nothing else. You will only feel these.” His hands softly massage my shoulders. “And this.” His lips press under my ears, his tongue writhing across my heated skin.

Long, slow, deep breaths help me to relax. His touch is heavenly and does put me in a trance, so I refrain from fluttering my lashes against the soft fabric covering my eyes and allow my lids to clamp heavily together. I’m calm.

“Okay?” he asks.

“Uh huh.”

“Good, I am not going to talk. Just listen to the music and relax, enjoy my touch. I am going to touch you everywhere.” His words sexy, voice husky.

The pressure is building in my sex, and my panties are now saturated with the leaking dampness of my wetness causing an impatient stirring of fluttering wings in my abdomen.

The next song to play is Kristina Train’s “I’m Wandering.”

I hear the noise of a lid being placed back on a bottle and instantly smell the sweet aromatic calming massage oil.

Hmmm, I think I like this mysterious seduction already.

After placing soft kisses along my shoulder blades and over the weaving scar marks on my back, I surrender my tight muscles under Lucca’s heated, oily hands. They start slow, circling, kneading, stroking and pressing every knot and tense muscle in my shoulders with just the right amount of pressure to unravel my last few days of chaotic stress.

“Hmmm, it feels so good.” I murmur, slumping deeper into the mattress. Then I continue to contently hum and sigh, thoroughly turned-on and unwound under his wandering expertise.

He works his way to my right side, wrapping his large hands around my shapely, thin arm and massaging all the way down to my wrists. Then he smooths his palms over my hand, sliding and pressing each finger to the very tip. He’s being very attentive as he repeats his technique on the other arm. Once my fingers have been precisely touched to my manicured nails, he lifts both my hands and places them above my head.

“Come Away With Me” by Norah Jones smoothly chants as he gently strokes under my arms and down the side of my breasts, following the natural curve of my body until he focuses on the middle of my back, then my lower back, showing careful respect down my spine to my dimples above my ass.

I lose his touch and wonder where he’s going to travel to. Leaning over me, he kisses the dimple at the top of my ass then hooks his thumb under my panties and slides them down my legs.

Eureka!

Just as I hoped, he’s heading straight for my sleek sex folds.

However, he surprises me by taking my toes of my right foot.

With more oil in his hands, he follows the same special procedure. Each little toe is stroked, pressed, and pulled. The soles of both feet and ankles get some extra attention and in equal measures.

He uses more compression on my calves, lifting my leg away from the mattress so he can wrap his hands around and work the front. As his hands climb towards the top of my legs, I spread them wider, hoping he’ll understand my urgency, but he pauses at the bottom of my ass, murmuring his own amorous words. Caressing my hips, he repeats on the other side.

He’s torturing me and dragging it out. It’s pleasurable, but I know what would please me more. Something closer.

Wriggling when he trickles some oil directly onto the bottom of my back this time, I hope he’s taking his tender caress somewhere else. No lubrication required. I’m soaked. He places his thumbs at either side of my dimples at the top of my ass.

I twitch and subtly sashay my ass, desperate for his touch. As he holds his thumbs in place, his fingers tap and dance on the oily flesh around the top of my ass.

So close. Almost there.

Gruffly, his breath catches his throat when his hands start to manipulate the swell of my ass cheeks. I tilt my pelvis and roll my hips, lifting my ass just slightly, and he groans at my suggestive position. Norah Jones’s “Turn Me On” plays, which only adds to my desperation to have him inside me. The sultry words are liquefying me.

“Lucca?”

He doesn’t answer, and I’ve lost his touch again. He’s seriously frustrating me now. I feel the mattress move, and I suspect he’s sitting back on his knees. What’s he waiting for?

“Lucca, what’s wrong?”

“It is okay, baby, nothing is wrong. I’m just admiring your glowing skin, perfect body, and sensational ass. You have me so fucking hard right now.”

Good. Get on with it.

His hands return to my inner thighs, and he nudges my legs apart further, but just as I think I’m about to delight with his fingers between my legs, he leans over and places soft kisses on the inside of my legs. His shaggy hair brushes lightly across my skin, and his stubble grazes my inner thighs.

I finally feel his hot breath travelling close to my sex, and his tongue is on me, licking, weaving against my moist folds, then slipping into my core opening just as his oily thumb presses on my sweet spot.

“Oh good God,” I moan softly.

My fingers grasp onto the sheets as I get up on my knees, lifting my ass higher and spreading my legs wider, giving him better access.

“I love how wet you are for me. I told you the wait would be worth it.”

The intense heat building inside me is escalating. I thrust back, looking for more. I need him to move with me, but he’s still. The sleek, quick movement of his tongue stops again. Jesus, it’s driving me crazy. Two fingers enter me as his tongue flicks on my clit.

Utopia.

I’m inwardly gasping and tensing my muscles, preparing for a storming climax. “You are close, baby, do not come yet. Control it and just breathe. I need you to wait.” There’s a rasp in his voice as his hot breath skims my wet, pulsating core.

“I can’t …” I whimper.

“You can. You are fucking amazing. Just hold off a little longer. I want you to come apart when I am buried inside you.”

“Lucca, I’m close. Don’t stop,” I pant.

“Inside.”

I’m enjoying the build-up, but I need release. He needs to take me before I explode. I’m ready for detonation now. He removes his fingers, but keeps his tongue swirling and teasing in and out of my core opening.

I’m losing control soon, and he knows it. He removes his tongue.

“Take me,” I beg. “I’ve been more than patient. It’s time to deliver that promise, Romeo.”

After his boxers are off, he kneels back on the bed behind me and wraps his hands around my waist, pulling me upward so my back is to his chest. “You ready?”

“Yes, hurry up. Get inside me before I explode!”

He stifles a laugh. “There is my fiery girl’s mouth that I cannot resist. You are goddamn irresistible when you are angry.”

He sits back on his heels, and I straddle him with my back to his chest. I’m still in the dark, but I know his body well enough to comprehend that’s our position.

His sleek, engorged head teases my clit before he thrusts up driving into me.

“Fuck,” he grits through clenched teeth.

The turmoil in my stomach is peaking towards a storm, the wings fluttering, heading south, and blood pounding in my ears. I throw my head back, enthralled under the rooting pleasure.

We are still. His shaft is impaling and stretching me as I clamp around him. He wraps his protective arms around me and grasps my breasts.

“Christ, you feel so good. Your damp, tight pussy is fucking unreal. Move with me,” he adds with a deeper rasp.

Tightening my inner leg muscles against his toned quads, I lift and he lowers me slowly onto his long hard girth. Not all the way down to his root, but just enough to pleasure me, and I bask in the glory of it. We repeat this thrust several times slowly, then he stops, leaving me antsy and panting.

“Ready?”

“I need all of you. Now!”

We are so comfortable now with one another sexually that I understand what his intention is. After the teasing, he now needs to fuck me harder, and I want it so badly.

Grasping my hips, he lifts me higher and pistons his hips to shoot up into me harder with fierceness, with more rage. Anger, friction, and desire. His power emanates, propelling him into overdrive, and he thrashes up. Soft cries escape my mouth from the sheer delight and pressure.

“I have waited all fucking day for this,” he claims as he shudders into me repeatedly. He releases his massaging hands on my breasts, and travels towards my abdomen.

“Lexi, baby, I’m nearly there.” His fingers find my clit, moving in small circles.

“Ahhh,” I moan repeatedly, succumbing to my heightened prolonged climax.

“Come for me, baby.”

I come hard and fast. I detonate into an earth-shattering, intensive climax, crying and screaming as it tears through my body ripping at my core and shredding my nerve endings.

The room spins, my body quakes, my eyes roll, and I grip his hair as he slams into me again, aggressively yelling out my name then biting my shoulder, filling me with his hot fluid. I float on an echelon that’s blissful hedonism. I’ve lost all control of my senses. It’s tumbling around my body in my heady trance.

His heart is pounding against my back, his fingers dig into my hips, but I can feel only incessant pleasure. Becoming limp, I drop my arms from behind his head, covering his hands on my hips.

“Fuck, that was sensational. Shit, Lexi, did I hurt you?” He kisses my shoulder, loosening his fingers and wraps his arms around me, kissing my cheek as our erratic breathing starts to stabilise.

“No, it was amazing.”

“Was it worth the wait?”

“Yep, it sure was, I’ve never come apart so intensely with the build-up. That was hot. I love you.” He rocks me, caressing my skin, still buried inside my sheath.

Massage sex.

My new favourite.

“Hmmm, we must have delayed gratification more often. Fuck me, you felt so good,” he says, still kissing my shoulder.

“I think my legs are dead, completely frozen.” I giggle.

Lifting me off him, he turns me around and places me gently on the bed before removing my blindfold. Fluttering my lashes, getting used to the dim candlelight, I stare at his loving, appreciative eyes. He rubs my legs, kneading into my muscles with his thumbs and fingers.

I take his face in both my hands, kissing his lips until our tongues have tangled against one another, and we’re lost in our sensual, dirty kissing. He leans over and takes my nipple in his mouth while nipping the other. Parting my legs, he hovers over me.

“I told you this was going to be a long night.” I smile and bite on my lip. “Now, I want to look right into those big, beautiful eyes when you come apart again. Right here, baby, in my eyes.”

Holy hell.

Grabbing his butt, I pull him towards me, wrapping my legs around his waist. He delves straight back into me, claiming me all over again, and I’m very willing to give.

After our missionary lovemaking, he carries me to the shower and fucks me against the vanity unit then in the shower one last time for safe measure.

Insatiable.

We wash every inch of each other’s bodies with a soft sponge soaked in his tropical body gel under the hot spray of the powerful jets. Feeling absolutely exhausted and completely spent and relaxed, I’m barely able to move my floppy limbs.

Closing my eyes, Lucca towel dries my hair and body. Then I slip into one of his shirts on without underwear, just enough to cover my ass and no more.

“You are glowing, Lexi,” he says, running his fingers over my cheeks.

Lust glow.

“You’re insatiable and sexy,” I lazily reply.

Lucca puts his lounge pants on and takes my hand, leading me downstairs to the kitchen to see what delight Rose has prepared and left for us. There is a note to say they have taken Doris for a long walk to give us some privacy tonight, and they’ll keep her in the coach house.

They really are great people. Lucca is very lucky to have them.

After a cosy, relaxed dinner of roast lamb and all the trimmings with a glass of Pinot Noir, we follow with a slice of Rose’s pineapple upside-down cake. It reminds me of Lucca’s present, so I send him out to the car to pick up my bags. I show him all the gifts except the underwear and fountain pen. He is thrilled with his ice-cream maker.

“So if you make gelato for me, I am going to have to smother it across your body and enjoy my dessert from your skin. Win-win. Cake and eat it?”