Lucca's Lust: The Luminara Series Book 3 (27 page)

Removing her bra, slowly, I massage her shoulders with sun cream then tease her with my lips, kissing every inch of her faded scars and area of her back. God, she is perfect. Her skin is so soft and her scars do not put me off her in the slightest … it only makes me want to devour her all the more, because her body is just too perfetto, with or without scars.

When I massage her back and ass with cream, over the trail where my lips and tongue have been, she circles her hips and grinds against the lounger, filling the atmosphere with long, soft, sexy moans.

She is asking for it, and my baby will get anything she wants. I am rock fucking hard touching her and listening to her sensual sounds. I need to turn the cooker temperature down because she has my full attention now.

Returning, I lean over the top of her, thrust my twitching dick against her sexy little ass before flipping her over. Her breasts swell, nipples prick to hard peaks, and her back arches, begging to be touched. Slowly, I caress and tease her breast with my lips, tongue, and hands before finding that warm, fleshy nectar centre of hers. God, she is drenched in arousal already.

After getting shot of her knickers, I look down at her perfect pink, swollen folds tempting me. The minute my fingers circle her little bundle of nerves, she tenses and writhes below me. She is too impatient. I work her perilously close to an orgasm, but she claws at my boxers before she reaches it. I have turned my innocent girl into a greedy, sex-craved temptress.

Sitting back on the lounger stark naked, straddling my legs over the side, my cock stands and bobs against my abdomen. Lexi’s eyes widen on it before she grabs me and strokes me into a fevered state of bliss. For someone without much sexual experience, she has pretty talented hands. God, it feels too good, but I need her before she finishes me here.

Climbing upon me, she straddles me, her wet pussy teasing the head of my cock. Between our frantic kisses, I pause, but she begs me for it. Grabbing her ass, I lift her up and plunge her tight pussy down on my violent girth so deliciously hard that we both cry and buck at the same time.

She rides me good and proper. The strength in her legs is impressive. She pushes herself back and controls her thrusts, walls clenching, muscles contracting around me, until I almost explode, whistling through clenched teeth with divine pleasure. I want to give her this, let her feel in control, because I know how empowering it is, and shit … if she is not fucking amazing at it too. A sexual fucking goddess.

I know she is close. All it would take is for me to flick my thumb over her clit and she would convulse around me, but I am a selfish prick and the feeling of her riding me is too exquisite.

My hands get lost in her mass of hair. My lips crash against hers, tongues thrashing, lips nipping, fingers grasping, and muscles tensing. Angling herself, circling her hips, her heels digging into the lounger behind me, she has leverage to drop pleasurably deep on me. Christ, my cock roots in her so forcefully that I hope I am not hurting her.

She brings the both of us to a precipice of intense release. I can tell the way she trembles; her body becomes flaccid before it tenses, so I take control. I push up and control the last few thrusts, fucking her pussy with hard pumps of my cock until we both cry each other’s names, reaching the cusp of fucking amazing relief.

She shakes, whimpers, and cries around me, her pussy contracting deliciously fast and tight as I erupt deep within her in a nerve shattering orgasm. What she does to me. How she makes me feel. Like nothing else I ever have experienced. I am going to keep her if it is the last thing I do. Lexi, is never walking away me. Ever.

Lexi seems to enjoy the lunch I prepared; I fill my lungs with a deep, content breath, enjoying her company, fully satisfied from our rampant fucking and tasty lunch. Life is good. I top off the champagne while we causally chat.

The sun now completely faces us, and she asks for her sunnies, which I know are sunglasses but it is not lost on me that she has made some other Aussie terms. She mentioned her bathers earlier. It makes sense because she has that sexy intonation which comes out every so often, ever so subtly, but it is there. Now I know for certain she has a connection with Australia.

“I am still intrigued by your use of Aussie terms. Sunnies is not what we would say back home. Now I think about it, is that why Hazel calls you Roo? I forgot to ask you about that,” I ask nonchalantly, but her body tenses and her eyes roll before she places the sunglasses on.

She confirms she was born in Australia. Now she is opening up a little, so I take the opportunity to ask about the brother she mentioned in her sleep. She discloses he is almost three years older than her and smiles. I get the impression she is fond of him.

“Can you talk about your brother?” I ask, munching through some fresh berries before sipping my champagne.

She speaks very favourably of her brother, but puts herself down just a little. I quickly reassure her on how wonderfully adventurous, talented, kind, loving, beautiful, and extremely desirable she is.

“He is a policeman, in special fire arms. He wants to protect people. I feel safe with him and he’s highly regarded in his job,” she adds, chewing the inside of her cheek.

Safe.

The brother protects her and the dog. Is this bigger than I think? I hope for her sake it is not.

“That is good. I am grateful he is watching out for you, but I hope he does not mind if we share the responsibility. You are now mine to protect,” I say honestly, because if anyone can protect her, it is me.

She is nervous. Her fingers twirl in front of her mouth so I slowly move them away. I want to see her lips. I discover they both lived and went to school in Aberdeen. It explains why the Scottish in her accent has a northern tone.

Moving on, I ask who the four candles she lit at the chapel were for. She has become nervous. Her voice falters and her shoulders slump, as if she is weighted down with years of worry and stress. I do not want her upset her. I want to understand my girl in every way I can.

I can tell she struggles with it, but she tells me about her neighbours, the late Eleanor, and Mr. Carlin who she mentions she looks after. I am surprised to find out the other three candles were for her mum, Cameron her brother, and herself.

I guess everyone has different interpretations of what lighting a candle means. I only lit one. That is all I needed. It is important to me Lexi also has her own ideas on hope, solace, promise, and forever. I like that she is spiritual. It is endearing.

Guiding her back to the lounger, I want to hold her in a tight embrace to comfort her. Lying on the lounger, I bring her body against mine, wrapping my arms completely around her slender frame.

When she seems to relax, I ask about her mother.

“My mother is beautiful, soft, loving, caring, and delicate. She has long brown, curly hair and dark skin. I actually resemble her a lot, much more than Cameron. She is quiet and reserved,” she says quietly while delicately stroking my skin.

She speaks as if her mother is still alive. “Well your mum must have been very special, and an absolute stunner, to create something as marvellous and beautiful as you. But, Lexi, I noticed you said is …”

Panicking, I quickly try to calm her by kissing her on the head, showing her I care and that I am here for her. She diverts the conversation back to me and asks about my candle.

I knew it was coming and sigh. I give her my honesty and explain all about Fran, my childhood, the past, the engagement, the accident, and my son. It stirs emotions in me, just like the ones I experienced at the chapel.

Lexi does everything she can to show me patience. Nonno was right; she is compassionate, sensitive, and has not judged me. I tear up again, because other than family and a few friends, Lexi is the only woman I have been intimately close too and felt so deeply connected with.

The way she strokes my skin, kisses me, trails her fingers over the tense muscles in my face, all help relax me, but it also makes me more vulnerable. She is showing me care and
love
, and the sensitive man in me feels overwhelmed by her sincere sympathy and honest empathy. I am a fucking mess of a shattered man breaking down in front of her.

My cheeks flush because I am embarrassed. A heat flares in my core, my skin hot from the sun, eyes wet from stray tears, but the way she calms me and completely understands helps extinguish the scorching pain unfurling in me. She cools me down with her gentleness.

Yin and yang.

“Thank you for being honest with me. I wish I could give you the same, and I will … it is just going to take a bit of time,” she says.

“Okay, I understand, but please do not be too closed off with me,” I say before kissing her head.

The last thing I want is her being as closed off as Fran was. I understand and appreciate this is all new. Our relationship seems to be steam rolling ahead, but she needs to get to know me and trust me first before she fully confides in me. It is something I will need from her. It is because I feel so deeply for her and have fallen badly, I need all of her. The good, bad, and the ugly.

Distracting me with a sexy little strip tease, she has her lingerie off and begs for some serious attention in that pool. When my baby asks, she gets it tenfold. I scoop her up and walk her to the pool, my body conveniently still naked from earlier.

Our first date is not over by far. I have already had her three times today, but I will never be able to have enough of her. She fills me, giving me endless amounts of pleasure. I ensure that by the time we leave the pool she is utterly spent and limbless. So much so I need to carry her upstairs and place her on the bed while I draw a hot bath.

I massage her aching muscles, soap her whole body over with my tropical bath gel, and wash her hair. Later, I dress in lounge pants and give Lexi one of my shirts to wear. While making us a light evening snack, I call Marco and check in. I also call Suzanne to ensure she has arranged all the items I asked to be delivered for Lexi. Then I call my parents.

Putting a movie on in the lounge, I feed her strawberries and chocolate while she lies across my lap. Early into the movie, she thanks me for today, for making her feel special, for treating her, and making our first date something to remember. After checking in with Hazel, she falls asleep nestled into my chest, completely exhausted from today’s sexual workouts.

I wait a while before lifting her to bed. I like how she feels sleeping peacefully against me. Stroking her hair, I coil my hand tightly around her waist pulling her in closer. Kissing the side of her head, knowing she cannot hear me, I whisper against her head, thanking her for giving me the best
first proper date
a man could possibly have.

Part one: Lussuria ~ Lucca’s Words

“Lussuria ~ Chapter Nineteen: Take Me Home”

Home Is Where The Heart Is

Last night had to be one of the best sleeps of my life. Lexi slept all night without having a nightmare. In the kitchen I look for some ingredients to make Lexi breakfast in bed, pour her a steaming hot mug of fresh coffee because I know she favours that in the morning, and head on upstairs with it.

I hear her on her phone to her brother Cameron. Leaning against the door frame, I do not want to interrupt, so I wait patiently.

“Yes, he is treating me very well, and yes, I trust him. I adore him actually,” she says to her brother, sounding dead-certain sure.

My legs almost give way, my jaw falling lax, eyes softening on her. I have never wanted to hear anything as much as that. The fact that she trusts me warms my heart and fills me with exhilaration. God, I want her to trust me like nothing else, and she sounds as though she does. Hell, I do hope it is true.

She jumps when she notices me standing here in my dumbfounded trance.

“You trust and adore me?” I ask on a shaky breath.

She smiles bashfully, as if she is embarrassed to admit it to me, but her eyes sparkle with mirth. God, I love her right now.