Not Juliet (11 page)

And when she’d
almost slipped into a full-blown panic attack, he’d known what to
do. His calm and subtle mastery of all things erotic had brought
her pleasure so intense, she wouldn’t have been able to make it up
even after a lifetime of dreaming up sexual fantasies. He’d been
demanding and merciless, yet generous and tender, playing her body
like the finest-tuned Stradivarius, and she had fallen apart,
bewildered by the range of sensations he had awakened in her body,
and dazzled by the depth of their passion.

Who knew she
could feel this way?

“Earth to
Riella,” Luca said, smiling. “Are you all right, love? Shall we go
out for dinner? You must be famished.”

His words made
her realize how hungry she was and her tummy gurgled. Luca
laughed.

“Okay. Let’s
get dressed. I know a nice place just down the road. They serve the
best seafood – and the best steak, for that matter – that I’ve ever
tasted. I’m sure we can find something you’ll like on the
menu.”

He rolled to
the edge of the bed and held out his hands to her, to help her up.
Once upright, Riella wobbled.

“Can you
stand?”

“Head rush. I’m
okay, really.”

Luca held on to
her for a little while longer, to make sure she wouldn’t fall over,
then hopped to the other side of the bed to retrieve her
clothes.

He stood in
front of her with an anxious look on his face. “I’ve got a
confession to make,” he said, sheepish.

Riella laughed
and grabbed her clothes from him.

“Whatever it
is, you’ve just earned your forgiveness.”

She put her bra
on, then shook her dress. Where were her panties? She shook the
dress again. No panties.

“Where are my
panties?” she demanded, staring straight at Luca.

His expression
was only the tiniest bit remorseful. “That’s what my confession was
about.”

“Give me my
panties!”

He sighed, and
from behind his back pulled out the ripped patch of lace.

“How am I
supposed to make these stay on?”

Luca stretched
his arms toward her. “I could hold them up for you.” Riella swatted
at his hands. “Or you could just go without them.”

“I don’t want
to flash people, Luca. How windy is it out there?”

“It’s quite
calm, actually. Not the usual coastal winds we normally get. You’ll
be fine, trust me,” he insisted when she still looked unsure. “Come
on. We need to refuel. Especially with what I’ve got in mind for
you tonight,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

And Riella
added another two items to the list of her husband’s
characteristics: insatiable and relentless.

From their table, the
view over the sea was breathtaking. The cliff dropped away almost
vertically, cutting the eye straight from the lush greens of
dogwood and lemon trees to the deep blue of the water below and the
surf covered in copious amounts of white froth surging toward the
rocky beaches.

In the
distance, they could see Elba, and a myriad of leisure boats and
jet skis, confirmation that he wasn’t the only man who thought this
coastline to be the most magnificent place on earth. Especially in
the right company.

Despite the
vista’s appeal, Luca couldn’t take his eyes off Riella. Sex was
good for her. She was positively glowing. He was almost sorry he’d
brought her here, though. The view had captured her every glance,
when she wasn’t looking at her plate, polishing every morsel. It
made him feel forgotten.

When it was
time to go, he couldn’t be happier. Riella would be his again.

They strolled
along the dusty lane, hand in hand, watching the clouds turn a
fiery shade of copper with the sunset. Every now and then, Riella
would stop to admire a tree in flower, or lean over the rocky edge
to spy the beach below.

On one such
occasion, the wind lifted the skirt of her sundress just a little,
at the back, and he caught a glimpse of a perfectly rounded
buttock. She was so smooth and pert, it made his mouth water.

He adjusted his
hardness, then, without further explanation, he grabbed hold of her
hand and more or less sprinted home, making her giggle at his
impatience.

Riella had
gasped anew and gushed in appreciation at the sight of the pool
with outdoor Jacuzzi. Luca allowed himself a virtual pat on the
back for having installed it. He’d wondered at the logic of the
investment, when he was rarely home to enjoy it. With Riella by his
side, he could tell it would be getting a lot of use.

The pool was
situated to the west of the house, behind a screen of neatly
trimmed maritime pines, and allowed an uninterrupted view of the
sky and the sea. At the moment, the color palette on display was
striking.

Luca nipped
into the house and re-emerged holding a bottle of champagne in a
cooler and two long-stemmed glasses. He carried them to the sun
lounger next to the one Riella had stretched on.

She took in the
bottle and the glasses and laughed. “You must have enjoyed the
experience, last night.”

Luca laughed,
too. “You’re only getting a half glass at a time.”

She laughed
louder, free and without restraint.

They clinked
glasses and sipped. Luca touched a button on the remote in his
pocket and a slow, deep, rhythmic tune began to drift from the
hidden patio speakers. He took her hand and pulled her to her feet,
then wound his arm around her back and began to sway in time with
the music. Riella followed suit, smiling.

“I love it
here,” she said, laying her head on his shoulder.

She let him
lead, and for a few minutes they just danced, listening to the
heavy beats. The tune turned more exotic, mystical, tantric almost,
a voice adding whispers and moans to the melody every now and
then.

Still swaying
to the music, Luca tilted his head and his lips covered Riella’s.
She responded greedily, tasting his tongue and exploring with as
much enthusiasm as he’d employed in his earlier pursuits. Her hands
roamed over his chest. She tugged at his waistband impatiently and
Luca helped her get his shirt out of the way. It flew through the
air and landed on top of a bougainvillea overflowing its enormous
terracotta container.

Never breaking
contact between their lips, and in rhythm with the erotic music,
Luca shimmied out of his slacks and underwear. Riella’s fingers
were raking soft furrows over the well-defined muscles of his
torso, driving more and more blood to his lower body and leaving
less and less sense in his overheated mind.

He shuddered
under her touch. The woman was driving him crazy with a smile on
her lips. Luca grabbed hold of the folds of her sundress and
whipped it up in a quick move. It fluttered up to settle on top of
the same bougainvillea bush, at the same time as Luca unclasped her
bra and flicked it over into the expanding darkness.

In one leap, he
launched them both into the pool.

Riella only vaguely
registered the coolness of the pool water. She let her body go
limp, allowing Luca to hold her. His hands, his lips were
everywhere. She was aware they were moving, floating...

The atmosphere
was perfect. A fiery sunset had gradually dipped into a sea of inky
blackness. That heavy beat was permeating every cell in her body,
like a million fingers touching, lips kissing, tongues massaging,
teeth nibbling, arousing her. She was burning with desire, and Luca
was making her wait.

She didn’t mind
waiting, as long as he was there, with her. He was pulling her
closer; she could feel his fingers cradling her head, bringing her
lips to his once again. The heat became a blaze, and she arched her
back and spread her arms out, floating, inviting the coolness of
the water to caress her skin.

Luca raked his fingers
through her hair, his fingers grazing against her scalp, and he
cradled her head in both hands as he luxuriated in the feel of her
lips, her face, her neck, the lobes of her ears. He allowed her
head to fall back, until the mass of caramel curls floated on the
surface of the pool water. Underwater lights back-lit her outline,
making her look like a goddess of love, only far more
beautiful.

He nibbled and
nipped at the skin on her neck, then traveled lower, to kiss the
tender area between her breasts, then each nipple in turn, biting
them gently, then lower down, to her navel. He paused there for a
while and shifted her legs around his hips, cradling her lower back
to make sure she remained floating.

Riella helped,
though he didn’t think she’d done it consciously, by spreading out
her arms, stabilizing her floating position. Luca took a step
closer to her core, bringing both his hands to circle her middle,
holding her tight against his hardness. She let out a quiet moan,
her voice curling around the tantric beats and fitting in
perfectly.

She was
ready.

Luca began
moving through the water toward the shallow end of the pool and the
Jacuzzi, her legs locked around his hips, his thick member brushing
against her soft folds with each step he took.

He gathered her
to his chest and climbed into the tub, reaching around the edge to
flick the jets on pulse.

Gently, he
lowered Riella onto the shaped seat and leaned her back. She arched
her torso as before, pushing the lush mounds of her breasts up and
closer to his waiting lips. He didn’t need a better hint. For all
her inexperience, Riella was a woman who had no problem
communicating what she wanted.

His grip on her
middle tightened and he proceeded to lave and kiss and nibble her
nipples until her moans intensified. When she was primed and
humming with excitement, he turned her over on the seat, so she was
kneeling, facing away from him. The ideal-temperature water was
frothing and bubbling around her mid thigh, making her rear and
narrow waist look like they had been formed straight by the hands
of the gods. Venus herself would have been envious of her
perfection.

Slowly, with
tender movements, Luca parted her knees until the junction of her
thighs was in the water and positioned directly above a jet. Next,
he pushed her pelvis closer to the back of the Jacuzzi’s seat,
straight in front of another pulsing jet. He could tell he’d got it
right when she jerked and tried to move away.

He clasped her
hips firmly and held her in place, his knees between her thighs,
his rigid length resting against her smooth behind.

It took a few
minutes, but eventually Riella relaxed and he could move his hands
to her shoulders and back, massaging her muscles.

Her head fell
back, on his shoulder, and his hands moved to circle her breasts
and torment her nipples some more. Then he allowed his fingers to
travel down until he could part her folds, so she could feel the
jets pulsing straight on her nub.

“Mmm… Luca,”
she moaned. “I can’t take it…”

He placed a
kiss to her neck, then another on the corner of her lips.

“Yes, you can.
Trust me, love. Let me take you higher.” She whimpered, absorbing
her need for release, reining it in. Luca nuzzled her neck in
approval. “Give me your hand,” he said.

He guided her
hand back, to grip his manhood. Her hold was firm, and suddenly he
had to bite back a howl of his own desire. He felt himself
pulsating in her grip and fought to control his impulse to jerk in
and out of her fist. It took superhuman strength to hold himself
still, he was sure, but eventually he felt sufficiently in control
to cover her hand with his and guide her to place his tip at her
entrance.

Next, he took
both her hands and rested them on the edge of the Jacuzzi, bending
her over just enough to create the perfect angle. He grasped her
breasts in his hands and whispered into her ear. “When you’re
ready, push back on me.”

She rocked her
hips once, twice – Luca felt himself touch the silky heat inside
her and almost climaxed right there, at her entrance – then she
pushed back suddenly and impaled herself on his length in one
go.

A groan ripped
from his throat, but he stayed still, allowing her to adjust to the
strange feeling of fullness. He could feel her muscles tensed, her
breath shallow and panting, and he began to stroke his large hands
over her body in slow sweeps, his lips and teeth nipping at the
soft skin of her neck and nibbling her earlobe. She was relaxing
under his touch, so he allowed his caress to massage and knead more
firmly, coaxing a soft sigh out of her parted lips. After a moment,
she pushed back on her hands and moved, rotating her hips and
seating herself around him more fully.

Luca positioned
one hand to her tummy, pressing her closer to him, the other on her
hip, and moved his pelvis back and forth slowly, helping her find a
rhythm. She became more confident with every plunge, pushing
herself up and down the length of him, her movements more loose and
picking up pace by the second.

His baby was
enjoying herself again. Luca allowed himself to relax, too. He let
his hands roam where the passion took them, and soon he was parting
her folds in front of the jet again, thrusting in and out, and
making her whimper.

He could feel
the jet from beneath pulsing on his sac with every pass, while
Riella was getting the full whack of the jet in front of her.

Wonderful
invention, Jacuzzis.

Riella was the
first one to start to quiver. Her breathing came out in gasps and
she tried to escape the jet’s sweet torment, but Luca held her lips
parted mercilessly, while keeping the pace of his thrusts strong
and even.

A loud moan
built up in her throat and she began to shake. She screamed, back
arched, her hands slipping off the edge of the tub and grabbing
wildly at his shoulders. Luca held her in place until she was
spent, then disengaged himself and turned her around.