Lussuria (New Version) (19 page)

“Hey, gorgeous. I thought you were sleeping,” he says in his husky voice.

“Hmm, what time is it?” I barely whisper.

“One in the morning.”

“A tall dark stranger has just waked me up.”

“Do you still think of me as a stranger?” he asks with a slight frown.

“Kind of,” I say shyly.

“Kind of? Well, we’ll just have to do something about that. Become better acquainted.” He grins with that sexy dimple smile showing me just how he intends to get to know be better. He leans down and sucks my bottom lip, making me quiver and shake all over with complete desire for him. I’m on full alert now. I open my mouth and moan, sitting more erect on his lap. He takes my tongue, entwining it with his. Our raw passion is on fire and I just can’t get enough.

Sweet Jesus…his expert tongue assaults mine with lustful passion, carnal hunger and intense seduction.

Fuck!

File P for panties. Panties will be dropping just directly.

I turn myself around, moving my knees to straddle him. I wrap my arms around his neck and continue with the teasing of tongues. Groaning, he’s hungry for me, his crystal eyes wide and electric. I can feel his erection under me, pressing between my legs.

“We don’t need this,” he says, running his hands up my legs and over my ass before grabbing the bottom of my dress and pulling it over my head. I lift up my arms to allow him to slide it off. His eyes are beaming with a sheer glint of desire.

“Jesus Christ, you are amazing. You are beautiful, charming...the sexiest woman alive.”

I think he likes my lingerie.

I feel so wanton as I push his shoulders, throwing him back down on the bed. I sit upright on his straining erection through his trousers, hitting me just on the right spot. He looks up at me in admiration.

“Fuck, I want to keep you forever and never let you go,” he says with half hooded eyes. His hands are on my ass, fondling the lace of my panties.

I lean over, pressing my breasts against his chest then kiss his lips, tracing my wet tongue down his neck, and placing sweet kisses down his body. He throws his head back to enjoy, groaning with pleasure. I thrust myself forward and back, pressing onto his hard cock, riding him over the material of my tiny thong and his trousers, causing more stimulation to my sensitive area.

Tracing his hands from my ass up my back to my bra strap, he swiftly unclips it, freeing my breasts. He moves his hands around my hips and up to my breasts, teasing my erect nipples and sending me into a frenzy of utter delight. I throw my head back, and my long, wavy locks hang down my back.

He groans then rolls me over in a flash so that he is now straddling me. He lifts my arms above my head and places them on the mattress, kissing my arms tenderly. A shiver travels straight to my damp, throbbing sex, He sits up, leaning back on his heels, and stares at me; it’s a look of need and desire. He wants me as badly as I want him.

He stands up, and I squeeze my legs together, disappointed that I’ve lost my pressure of stimulation. He takes his belt off and places it down. I watch carefully, moistening my lips as he unbuttons his pants and steps out of them. He removes his pale-grey shirt, not taking his eyes off of me. Hitching my breath, I admire him in his white, designer, boxer shorts, tight and fitted, hugging and accentuating his bulging manhood.

He kneels on the bed, spreading his legs either side of me and takes my hair in his hands while he kisses below my eye...down my cheek...my lips...my neck...

Tilting his hips forward, he presses into my sweet spot with his rock hard bundle, pushing me slightly up the bed. He moves his hips back and slides his tongue over my nipple, twirling then sucking. Moving his hand over my lace panties and straight to my clit, he strokes sensually, causing me to contract the muscles in my womb, opening and closing in a pulsing motion. He wraps the thin band of lace material in his thumb and uses the leverage to pull me closer to him.

I want more.

“God, baby. You’re so ready for me, so wet, I want you desperately.”

I turn my head and shut my eyes with sublime contentment as Lucca slides my panties down, trailing them all the way to my feet. When he slips them off, he clenches his jaw, admiring my naked form. He plants a kiss on the sole of my foot, sending uncontrollable nerve energy shooting up to my core.

“Jesus, Lucca. That has just ….”

I can’t get the sentence out as I writhe with pleasure.

“Now I know your weak spot. Hmm, I’ll have fun with that.” He chuckles, then seductively licks my ankle and kisses slowly up my legs, blowing softly on the wet trail from his tongue. He carries his kissing journey to the apex of my thighs, then licks the slim deep v defining my pelvic joints.

“Lucca, please. I need …”

“Baby, slowly, I want to satisfy you first.”

No now.

He trails his tongue across my moist flesh, using his hand to push under my legs, parting them further. I’m so exposed; I’ve never felt so open. Filled with desire, and wanting more, I lose control. I part my legs further, allowing Lucca full view and access to my wet, twitching sex, aching to be touched.

He grips my hips, and I feel his hot breath on my sensitive flesh. Placing a hand on my navel to hold me, he starts his magic work on my overactive sweet spot with his magnificent tongue, then enters two fingers inside me, pressing on the front wall of my core while teasing my clitoris. I’m ascending into a euphoric place, enjoying the gentle speed and passionate intimacy pressing in all the right places.

He picks up the pace with his tongue and finger, and I’m getting close already. I hold onto his hair, pulling on his dark waves as he tips me into a convulsion. “Shit, Lucca, it’s so good, I’m …”

Sweet Jesus, explosion!

Contracting, tingling, pulsing, I grab his hair tighter and close my eyes, turning my head to the side and biting my lip as he carries on with his pleasing talents. I’m bucking in response, so sensitive, so energized, thrashing under his grip. He carries on with his seductive tongue, flicking it over the sensitive...

Oh good God, I’m going again!

I dig my nails into his shoulders with one hand, throwing the other down to grab the bed sheet.

“Let it go, baby. Show me how much you want me.” He groans as he applies more pressure with his tongue and fingers.

“Jesus Fu…..” I clench my teeth and toss my head, coming apart in a fragmenting orgasm.

“I love watching you climax, pleasing you like this.” He stands up to remove his boxer shorts, springing his massive arousal free, then climbs over me like I’m his prey and he’s about to feast on me, placing his legs inside of mine. Waiting before he fills me, he stares down at my face and strokes the side of it, then softly kisses my lips. Opening my mouth my tongue dances with his, indecently and erotically, tasting my own sweet arousal, leaving my lips swollen and bruised.

“Can I have you?”

I love that he asks permission. It makes me want him all the more.

“Yes, I want you. Now, Lucca,” I whisper.

He hovers over me, placing the swollen head of his cock at my entrance and kissing me. I raise my ass and hips, wrapping my legs around his waist as he slowly enters, putting thick, swelling pressure inside me. I react by gripping his back and ass, digging my nails with the delightful sensation.

Divine.

“Am I hurting you?” he asks.

“No, it’s perfect. I want you, all of you,” I plead, and without consideration, he thrusts his hips forward, pushing in more deeply, causing me to cry out with pure delight. He slides back and forth slowly, burying deeper until he has me wholly in his length, sending waves of flutters to my core. I arch my back, pushing my hips up to meet his thrust.

“Lexi, open your eyes. I want to see you baby,” he says with pure seduction.

I open them, and smile.

His face becomes intense, serious as he picks up speed, encouraging me to do the same. It’s intense in this position; meeting him thrust for thrust sends me spiraling into a zone of absolute divinity. I feel sweat running down Lucca’s back...hear him panting...watch him bite his bottom lip...we become faster...frantic...absorbing each other...thrusting back and forth in long penetrating movements, driving us into sensual gratification.

“Lexi, I’m nearly there. Please, baby, I need you to….. Fuck!”

“Now, Lucca!” I yell as I explode into my most fulfiling moment ever. Lucca pumps his hips forward, pounding me with full force, throwing his head back and emptying his hot sperm into me, filling me.

“Fuck, Lexi, you’re….” He doesn’t finish his words. He slumps forward on top of me, burying his face in my neck.

I hug my legs around his waist, tightly clenching his girth. He is breathing wildly, trying to get his breath back. My heart is racing, body sweating, and I’m pushing my chest up and down to the beat of my pounding heart and lungs.

“Doc, that was mind blowing. You have made me a very happy man, I will never have enough of you,” he says as his cock still twitches inside me.

My head is heavy. “Lucca, I don’t want you to leave me, ever. Promise me you won’t ever leave me. I’m so much better with you. You make me better, stronger.”

He lifts his head quickly, and looks at me, taking my face in both hands. “Dolcezza, you are mine, all mine. I’m not giving you up. Ever. I don’t want to lose you.”

It makes me feel special, wanted. He plants soft kisses on my lips, draped across my body beaded in perspiration. I twiddle his wavy hair in my fingers while my other hand traces soft light trails down his back and ass. He gets heavier as he relaxes, falling deeply into my body. Closing my eyes, I feel content.

I’m drifting off to sleep; it’s calm and peaceful now that the rapid heavy breathing has slowed down. I’m completely sated, loving the closeness and warmth that it brings.

“Doc, will you stay with me?” Lucca mumbles into my neck as his thumbs lightly caress the swell of my breast down to my navel.

“I thought I was staying with you in your suite?” I say with a slightly dry throat.

“No, I mean stay with me? Will you live with me? You’re mine now, and I want us to always be together,” he presses.

“Ask me again in the morning,” I whisper.

Kiss ... kiss ...kiss...

One more kiss, then sleep.

****

It’s warm, seriously hot, blazing hot. My bare feet are burning on the stone ground. I hop from side to side, then run to the grass for relief. I have a huge cut on my shoulder which the sun is taking great pleasure in scorching. My mouth is parched. I run across the dry patchy grass to the outhouse shed in need of a drink. My mother is lying on a dirty mattress on the floor with a dirty white cotton nightdress on, face down with her arm hanging off the edge of the mattress.

“Mummy, wake up. I’m thirsty, Mummy. I need a drink. Please Mummy, I’m scared. Mummy, wake up.” I shake her, yell and shout, but she just sleeps. Her eyes closed, she is not budging.

“Cameron, I need a drink. Mummy is sleeping again,” I whine in the hope that he will get water for me. I’m too scared to walk up to the main house. I’m scared Michael will punish me for asking for water. I don’t want to be punished, but I’m desperate for water. I want my mom to wake up. I hate when she is awake all night and sleeps all day. I’m scared…..

I feel strong arms around my body, hushing me, holding me. “Lexi, wake up, baby. You’re having a bad dream.”

Panting breathlessly and feeling disorientated, I twist around on the bed, trying to get a sense of what has happened. Lucca holds me and kisses the side of my head. After a few seconds, I calm down, and hold him tightly to my chest. I’m glad to be sharing a bed with him; he is comforting, and I think it’s helping me, strangely enough.

“I’m sorry, I must have been dreaming. I’m so sorry.” It is an apologetic whimper.

“Lexi stop apologizing. You’re safe, it’s okay. Please try and calm down. Doc…you’re worrying me. Do you have these dreams every night? Can you talk about it? It might help you.”

I know he is trying to help, but this is too much. I like his touch and his tenderness, but I can’t have this personal intrusion. “No, I’ve forgotten about it already. I’m fine, no need to talk about it.”

“No, you’re not, Lexi. Who is Cameron? Is he the person who did these terrible things to you?”

What the hell? I’m going to freak out. I don’t know what to say, what to do. “No. No, Cameron would never hurt me. I love him,” I say.

Lucca tenses his body in response to my answer. “Who the fuck is Cameron? You said there was no one else.”

“Lucca, Cameron is my brother. We are close and yes, I love him. He’s my only sibling.”

Fuck!

File R for Reality. Something I need to learn to get a grip on. I must place this file at the front of the mental library.

Lucca pauses, taking in my confession. “You said you didn’t have family, I didn’t realize you had a brother. You said-”

“I said my parents were dead. I never mentioned my brother.”

“Will you tell me about him?” he asks with hope in his voice.

“Yes, I promise I will. Tomorrow. We should get back to sleep.” I close my eyes, but I know I will struggle to get back to sleep after this chat. I’m worried for tomorrow, and the questions Lucca is going to ask. I don’t know how much to tell him, but I don’t want to scare him off. I fall in and out of a restless sleep, worrying about the inevitable. I should have refused to stay here in this suite with him, but I want him, and I’m positive I need him.

I wake with the bright Tuscan sun shining through the French doors. Stretching across to touch Lucca, I realize the bed is empty.

Oh God. I’ve scared him off with my stupid bloody nightmares.

I look up to see him sitting on the chaise lounge with his head in his hands, leaning his elbows on his knees. He looks up; he looks tired, worried even. I sit up slowly, trying to suss him out. His silence is scaring me.

“Lucca, what’s wrong? Why are you sitting there watching me?” I ask nervously. He doesn’t respond. “Lucca, you’re scaring me. What’s wrong?” Grabbing the bed sheet, I pull it up to my shoulders, covering myself. Insecurities are starting to flood my thoughts.