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This is so hot.

He is so hot.

Oh my God...

I am so hot.

Hot, hot, hot.

He moves his fingers back and forth, pushing two fingers inside of me, and my stomach knots in two. “Let me fuck you with these. I want to pleasure you. Watch you come for me.”

I need this, want this.

“Yes.”

My body shows him just how much I want this. The drenched, swollen muscles of my core tighten around his plunging fingers, responding to the sublime intrusion. My body is ready to pulsate in rhythmic grinds against his expert touch. I’m possessed.

My body is losing control.

I’m losing control…

My hips begin thrusting forward in response to his fingers sliding in and out of me. He uses his thumb to circle my clit while his fingers ram into my tight hot sensitive channel, fucking my sex and stimulating my swollen g-spot. He lowers my bra strap and kisses the dressing on my shoulder chastely, then trails sexy, dirty kisses this time down my neck towards my swollen breasts, running his tongue along the decadent lace edge of my bra.

Oh my God!

Without hesitation, he tugs my lace bra cups down to let my breasts spring free. “Fuck,” he moans raggedly as his own breathing becomes desperate and deep. He pulls his t-shirt over his head, revealing his impeccably toned muscular chest...his smooth dark skin...his eight pack rippled abs...

Virile.

His fingers and thumb continue to tease my soaked arousal.

Oh my God.

This…his touch, his body...this will undo me.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I want you, all of you, beautiful and sexy hot. I’m desperate for you, dolcezza. Jesus, Lexi, you’re blowing my mind.”

He sounds downright sexy as he pushes his fingers in and out of me, circling my throbbing spot and trailing kisses down to my breasts. Pushing them forward, he takes my right nipple in his fingers, squeezing and nipping it.

I am lusting for this.

My muscles start to tense. I’m nearing my orgasm, I can feel it. “Lucca, I’m going to …”

“Let it go. Come for me, Lexi.”

Sweet Jesus.

I let go…

I throw my head back, yelling incoherently as I orbit into combustion, triggering the most sensuous, amazing, splintering orgasm, coming around his clamped fingers as I thrust my hips back and forth. I grip his back with my hands and clench every muscle in my body.

“Fuck me… dolcezza. That was sexy as fuck. I could watch you do that all day,” he says, tormenting my nipples with laps of his tongue.

He gently pulls his fingers out of me, leaving a pulsing want, and circling his wet fingers around my nipples. He leans down and licks my salty arousal off them. “Hmm, you taste too good. I need more of this.”

Did he just do and say that?

“Off.” With a directive greedy hunger, he grabs the side of my panties and yanks them down my legs in one swift pull. Willingly, I step out of them for him. “Jesus, you’re so fucking hot. Spread your legs. I’m going to make you come again. It’s so goddamn mind blowing watching you. Hold on, my dolcezza. This will be intense.”

I grip his shoulders and almost combust again at his words. Not just an Italian God. He’s an Italian sex God.

He bends down and kneels in front of me, grabbing my left leg and lifting it off the floor, placing it over his broad shoulder. He pushes me back against the tiles, and starts to kiss my navel, making his way down to my sweet spot and placing soft kisses until he reaches my clit. My heart labours in my chest with anticipation just before his shameless tongue touches my sweet sex...

Sweet contact…

Sweet Jesus!

His tongue makes expert work lapping...circling...teasing...it’s intoxicating. I have never felt anything like this, and I don’t want him to stop. He puts two fingers back inside me as I moan, then uses his tongue to spread my wetness, pulsating on the most sensitive spot which is still sparked by my recent climax.

“Lucca, Jesus. I’m...”

I grab his hair and throw my head back, closing my eyelids behind the flashing lights, quivering and shaking. Throbbing. I thrash my head from side to side, forgetting my earlier aches and pains when I reach another cusp of ecstasy.

“That was amazing,” I pant breathlessly. It was intense. I feel tender, and my breathing is erratic. He places my leg down and kisses the top of my thigh...my pubis...my navel...my stomach. Standing up, he kisses my breasts, twirling my nipples and taking them in his mouth, sucking vigorously in turn.

It’s bliss.

It’s lust.

He pulls me into his toned muscular chest, and my breasts push against his hard brawny chest. He undoes his cargo shorts and lets them fall to the floor. Standing in his impressive glory, his whole body is magnificent. His erection springs free...

Holy hell!

It’s large. Intimidatingly large. He is ready for me.

He pushes himself against me then lifts me up so that my legs wrap around his waist. Holding one arm under my ass and one behind my head, he pauses and looks at me. Kissing my lips, he murmurs, “Do you want this? Can I have you?”

“Yes, I want you so badly,” I reply.

“Good because I need to fuck you so badly. Jesus, I need to be inside you, Lexi.”

He passionately kisses me, our tongues swirling in a dirty, sexy kiss. He repositions himself, holding my ass to pull me in towards him. Releasing his arm from my head, he grabs hold of his cock by the root and teases my wet swollen folds with his engorged head by stroking me with it then slowly enters me. My eyes close as I adjust to the feeling of him, then he moves back and forward until he is fully inside in one deep thrust.

“Jesus, you feel fucking amazing. You fit me so well. You’re so tight and perfect, Lexi.” He’s impaling me with his thick, long shaft and I’m accepting all of it. I wince a little at the sensation.

Pain and pleasure.

He stills, biting his lips and closing his eyes, then powerfully pushes his hips upwards to take me deeper. “Christ, Lexi. You feel sensational. I don’t want this moment to end.”

I grab his hair and frantically kiss him with a wanton desperation. It’s his prompt to start a rhythm, moving back and forth, going deeper with every thrust. The knots in my stomach have doubled again. It’s so intensely deep, and I’m in a heady trance of raptured sensation.

“Are you okay? Can you take more?” he grinds through clenched teeth.

“Yes, I want you! All of you!” I cry, digging my nails into his back.

“Jesus, Lexi, what are you doing to me?” He hammers into me, giving me his full length and girth, pushing me further up the marble tiles.

My God, he was holding back!

He repeats this again and again, pumping frantically and causing me to whimper and cry in gratification. His mouth marries mine to muffle my screams. He rocks faster, deeper, tightening his grip around my ass and legs. I tighten my legs, contracting my sex around his shaft as he circles his hips then slams deeper, higher again.

“Lexi, I’ve never felt anything like this. You’re too fucking good. I’m nearly there. I want you to come again,” he rasps.

He thumps into me again, and it’s enough to send me over the edge. I explode around him, screaming in a frenzied sensational climax undulating in aftershocks of indulgent lust. It brings stars to my eyes, its sensory overload, and its complete carnality. I bite his bottom lip as I continue to come apart and he quickens his thrust. Tensing his body, he lets out a loud appreciative groan and shouts my name, filling me with his come.

“Fuck me,” he pants, thrusting once more as he continues to release himself inside of me. He slumps his head onto my neck, breathing frantically. His chest is lifting up and down and I feel his rapid heartbeat. I echo this as I am still in my own exhilaration. I’m completely sated.

We stand like this for a few minutes, his cock still deep inside me and I clench onto it, not wanting to let him go. He holds one hand tight around my neck and one under my ass. Trying to get my breath back, my cheeks feel flushed, and my eyes are wet.

“Lexi, did I hurt you?”

“No. It was intense, but I’m fine. My eyes are wet with pleasure, happy tears.”

“Lexi, my God, that was amazing. Thank you.”

He has thanked me. Oh my goodness. My heart is pounding a thousand beats a minute. Should I thank him?

Moments pass, He walks over to the shower, his semi erect cock inside of me warm and twitching, and frees a hand to turn on the huge power jets. Keeping a firm hold of me, we slide to the floor, this time with his back against the wall. I wrap my arms around his neck and keep my legs tightly wrapped around his waist, feeling limbless. Leaning my head in his neck, we sit and let the hot water wash our sex scented bodies. I close my eyes and inhale Lucca’s intoxicating scent, enjoying our post-coital moment.

“Lexi, are you okay?” His voice falters when he asks this.

“I’m better than okay. I couldn’t stop this. I wanted it, and I wanted you. Very much.” My voice becomes quiet with my confession.

“Lexi, I’m glad you never stopped it. Our chemistry is just so powerful. I’ve never wanted anything or anyone so much in all of my life.”

He lifts his knees towards his body so that I need to slide at an angle. Taking my body weight, he unclasps his hands and lifts one up to stroke his thumb across my eyebrow, then down my cheek. We sit entwined like this for what feels like an eternity. He wraps his two arms around my back and hugs me tightly.

“I’m going to stand up and get us washed. Is that okay?” he asks. I’m not sure my legs can take it, but I nod my head. He stands up, lifting me with him. Turning me around, he eases out of me, and I wince, feeling raw and tender. He places me down so my back is once again against the tiles.

“What the hell?” Lucca says alarmingly.

“What?” I ask, alarmed.

“Doc, you’re bleeding.” He looks down at his penis. It’s pink with blood, and there are traces of blood dripping down my legs traveling to the drain, turning a pale pink colour with the water washing it away. I lift my hands and place them over my face, embarrassed. “Lexi, I‘ve hurt you, I’ve hurt you. I can’t believe I’ve let myself hurt you.” He sounds wounded and anxious.

“No, you never...I wanted this. I’m not sore. I’m just embarrassed,” I whisper.

Cautiously, he looks at me and asks, “Lexi, were you a virgin? Was this your first time? Fuck!”

I don’t answer him. I’m too embarrassed. I can feel my face reddening, giving away the answer to his question.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would have been gentler. I would have taken things slower.” He is uptight, running his fingers through his long wavy dark hair, and becoming frantic with my lack of communication. I think I detect a hint of fury.

I find my confidence. “I wanted this! I was afraid it would put you off because of my inexperience, and I needed you. I desired you. It was a new experience for me, but I enjoyed every moment. I’m not sore. Truly, I’m not,” I try to say reassuringly.

He looks at me, his eyes losing their sparkle. “It’s not the point. I loved it too, Lexi. It was mind blowing, but it was wrong of me. I’m not that kind of person. I shouldn’t have used you like this.”

His eyes fill with despair. He closes them and places his forehead against mine. “Lexi, I feel sick with myself. I wish you had told me,” he croaks.

My heart feels as though it has cracked, broken in two. I hate that I am making him feel this way. “Lucca, I’m an adult. I wanted you, I have never wanted anything more. Please, don’t get upset. Please, don’t be mad. That was spectacular for me, and I feel the chemistry too…”

I kiss his eyes, tasting his own salt from a strayed tear. I wrap my arms around his brawny back, using my fingers and nails to travel the contours of his defined muscles, exploring his body, placing a kiss on his plump lips as he keeps his eyes closed, deep in thought.

I turn around to allow Lucca to shampoo my hair as I can’t hold my left arm up for long. Lucca lathers my hair, and I slowly tilt my head back to allow him to wash the shampoo away, my long dark hair trailing all the way down my back. He is gentle and attentive, knowing my head still hurts badly from the fall. It feels divine, so nice, this gesture alone makes me feel special.

This feels special.

I lean against his chest, letting the foamy suds fall over my shoulders and breasts. Once the shampoo has been rinsed, Lucca wraps his muscular arm around my chest, hugging me while he places the other on my flat stomach. He holds me tight against him, like he’s my protector, shield of armor.

“Will you forgive me?” he whispers.

“There is nothing to forgive, Lucca. I wanted you. Honestly, I’ve never felt like this before. Please, please don’t feel bad. No one has ever held me like this before. I’ve never felt so desirable.” I’m hoping this will calm his fears.

“No, Lexi, your first time should be more than a lustful, heated, irrational spur of the moment screw. It should be planned, more special,” he replies.

Fire rises in me. I’m enraged, hurt by his words. “Irrational? Is that what it was to you?” Raising my voice, I fight against his tight embrace to free myself, but he is too strong.

“Lexi, no.”

“You regret it. You just said so. I’m so stupid. I thought it was different, I thought you were different. I wanted to trust you. Do you know how hard that was for me to be touched by someone? I’m a fool. Let me go Lucca!” I demand

“No. Stop saying those things. You don’t mean them,” he argues back.

“Let me go, Lucca, or I’ll scream.” In a flash, he drops his arms and hands. “You’re right you should have done the right thing and left me alone!” I shout. Storming out the wet shower area, I grab my clothes which are bundled up in the corner, and I lift a towel off the heated rail.

“Fuck! Lexi, please! Wait,” he shouts as I slam the bathroom door shut.

Blue Orchid

I’m trying my best to quickly pat dry my wet skin with the tiny bit of energy I have left. I put my lace underwear on, then towel dry my hair and wrap it on top of my head. I rip the wet dressing off my arm, which has started to peel at the corners, and toss it in the bin. A lifetime of raw emotions is building up inside of me; I should have expected this, I will never deserve happiness.