L'amore: The Luminara Series (43 page)

“Just a new sports bra and running vest for work. Dominic has curbed my spending so we can save for the wedding.” I rub her arm and wish I could help her out more. I know she’s saving, but she’s not mentioned she’s struggling for money.

“Hazel, we will need to save for twenty years if you keep spending,” Dominic gripes.

“Well, maybe your boss needs to give you a pay increase.” I smile at Lucca and he nods.

“I will see what I can do.” I squeeze his hand tightly to thank him.

Hazel silently mouths a thank you then blows me a kiss; I catch it and give her a wink.

We kiss everyone goodbye then head for home with my bags of gifts I’ve purchased.

As we walk I yawn and lean on his shoulder, slumping downward. “You are tired, baby. Let’s go home.”

It has been a hectic weekend and I’m feeling sleepy now. “I’ll need to call my mum later and apologise.” I yawn again and rub my eyes.

He stops walking and turns me around, leaning me backwards in a dip. He kisses me so sweetly on the lips and neck that I could stay frozen in this position forever. “Your mother is very lucky to have you. I am very lucky to have you.”

He opens the passenger door for me and gestures for me to get in.

I suppress a yawn by trying to clench my mouth closed while I’m rummaging for my keys in my hand bag, surrendering them to him without argument. I’m just too tired.

“Save your energy for tonight. You will need it.” His lips marry mine to silence any objections I may have. A shiver runs through me at the promise in his voice.

Trust Me

Closing my eyes on the way home, I feel rather drained after a few days of entertaining and babysitting. After a seemingly smooth journey, I flutter my eyelashes when I’m carried through the front doors of
Castello di Caruso
otherwise known as “The Smithstone.”

I blink, noticing the crystal of the chandelier above me, the glass twinkling bright 3D colours overhead and I can hear Doris distantly barking from outside
.

Flinching at the sound of the door closing behind us and my shoes clattering on the marble tiles I murmur, “Hmmm. I must have fallen asleep.” His hot breath and tongue flickering over my neck has sparked me back to life. Curling my hand around his neck, I pull him in closer pushing my chest forward and groaning into his ear.

He starts lifting me up the stairs. “You are shattered. You need some sleep.”

I clench my hands on his brawny, defined biceps. “No, I need you. I’m awake and you promised to spoil me, Romeo. Spoil now. Sleep later.” I pout my lips.

“Are you up to it? Because you will be numb and exhausted when I am done with you,” he asks with concern walking into the suite.

Oh, numbness is good. I think I can manage that.

“Of course I am. I want you to take me, claim me and have me. I don’t want to waste any time tonight. I’ve been craving you all day.”

He sits me on the edge of the bed, kneeling between my legs, then slowly unzips the side zipper down on my dress. Before removing my dress, he traces his thumbs over my nipples, causing them to pebble under the stretchy fabric.

He skims his hands over the material, touching all my curves, then tugs my dress up, pulling it over my head. He hisses a sharp breath, clenching his teeth at my exposed breasts, running his gaze over me. He brushes his thumbs across my nipples which are begging for his moist tongue, and he obliges by swirling over the perkiness with light torment.

“Jesus … I fucking love your tits, Lexi.” He growls his desire, which is emanating deeply from within his raspy throat.

I weave my fingers in the wavy hair at the nape of his neck. “You need a haircut soon, Romeo.”

I moan with pleasure when he nips and bites. “I like you to have something to grip and yank when I am buried deep inside you, making you scream my name.”

Sweet Jesus.

I almost combust with rapacious need burning through me.

“Lucca,” I moan.

His tongue travels in wisps of feathery caresses over the curve of my breasts and down my flat abdomen. Then, stroking his thumb over my panties, he pushes me backward on the bed. Leaning back on my forearms, arching my back, I attentively watch his eyes streaming over my body.

The vision of his desire for me is undoing me as his virile hands explore my body.

Sensual.

Alluring.

Hypnotic.

He strokes the insides of my sun-kissed legs, teasing ever so close to my damp core.

A little higher, Lucca. A little higher.

His masterful fingers enticingly spiral down my legs, pressing towards my feet where he stops, and his hands massage both soles in turn.

“Hmmm, that feels nice.”

“I am taking it slow tonight. I want to make endless, gentle love to you.”

He can have any speed of love and sex he likes as long as I get him. All of him. He usually tells me to ask for it, but I think I have made myself pretty clear. I want him to work his magic and have teased him enough about it all day.

He kisses the soles of my feet, kneading on my weak spot and causing me to buckle into a sensitive squirm. Then he slides his hand under my lower back and lifts my upper body so that I’m facing him.

“I was enjoying that.”

“Do not worry. I am going to massage every inch of this glorious body tonight. I hate that you are not going to be with me next week. I need my hands on you for as long as possible.” He’ll have me all anxious again, bringing our temporary separation up.

He nudges my legs further apart and pulls me down towards him so my ass is sitting on the edge. I slowly undo his shirt buttons and brush his shirt gently down his arms, closing the space between us.

This is going to be intimate, and I need it so much. I loved last night’s ravenous, carnal passion, but there is something so endearing about being preciously indulgent.

Close.

Considerate.

Special.

Laboriously, my heart beats against his every chest in a staccato rhythm. With two fingers, he lightly taps under my chin and tilts my head. I blithely run my upper teeth halfway along my bottom lip while the tip of my nose skims across his, catching his warm breath across my lips.

Dipping my head down to the side, I give him full access to my throat and neck.

Sucking.

Teasing.

Nibbling.

My hands lace through his hair like silk weaving through a threaded web, and closing my eyes on a humming mumble, I enjoy his sleek strokes and kisses across my collarbone, shoulders, crook of my neck, and below my ear. I slide my hands down over his shoulders, needing to feel more of his body. I stretch them out, splaying them across his wide, bulky chest muscles clenching his huge pectorals in my palms.

Trailing my fingers over his ripples, he mimics the gesture and moves his hand slowly towards my breasts. He teases me with his featherlike caress, and I plunge forward, asking for his virile hands and his tongue again.

Soft.

Slow.

Seductive.

Throwing my head back, I disappear into a world of lazy pleasure. The dampness between my legs is increasing, soaking the sheer fabric of my panties. The tingling of my skin is tweaking and pricking—soothing but powerfully erotic at the same time.

“Nice?”

“Hmmm … very.”

Still with my eyes closed, I hum when his mouth takes my pebbled bud. His tongue doesn’t assault, bite, or thrash now; it merely twirls around and wisps over my beaded nipples barely touching. Now he softly blows air across the wetness of my aroused nipple and repeats the action on the other.

Delicious.

Divine.

Decadent.

“God you are perfetto, dolcezza. Mi manchi gia.”

His husky bedroom Italian words cause my world to spin.

His masterful tongue licks along my lips, settling on a long seductive kiss.

Standing up to slip his belt off, he bores his crystal-pooled eyes into mine.

Hot.

Smouldering.

“Let me do it.”

His illuminated azure blues coax me into his calm waters.

I unbuckle him slowly, sliding his belt through the loops. I’m so close to his ripped abs that I have to kiss them, softly and tenderly, the way he has been with me. I inhale his unearthly, rich, masculine scent, which blissfully transcends me. He straightens his back, filling his lungs and entwining his fingers through my long, soft, curly hair as his body stiffens under my tender caress.

I love how he towers above me, watching and guarding. It makes me feel protected and safe, and the way he lusts for me has me encompassed in complete love.

I slip my thumb down his happy trail and under the waistband of his jeans. I lightly skim my fingers then stop momentarily, pressing my lips to his defined obliques. Inhaling the divine tropical scent of his skin, a rush of warmth cascades over me. I never want to let go of his body, his heart, or his mind.

Breathtaking.

Handsome.

Glorious.

“Are you okay, baby?”

“Yes, I’m just enjoying you, all of you, and thankful I have you,” I say against his taught muscles before looking up towards him.

He trails his thumb across my cheek then traces my lips with it. “I am never letting go. I am yours, only yours, forever.”

I press my forehead against his sculpted abdominal muscles. Finding his button, I undo it then slide his zipper down, breathing heavy against his pelvis. I place my hands on his hips inside of his jeans and slowly hook my thumb under his boxers’ waistband. His hard arousal is bulging in his tight fitting boxers, and I can smell his sweet pre-cum dampening them already.

I’m so tempted to touch, to ravish him, but I’m too engrossed with our slow pace. Gliding my hands down the inside of his jeans, over his hips and inside of his legs, I tempt his jeans slowly down his legs. Taking a grip of the soft denim fabric, I slide them down further until he steps out of them, kicking them aside.

My hands trail back up to clench his butt, then I kiss lightly on the waistband as I inhale the sweet smell of sex again.

Having no restraint, I kiss his hard cock over the top of his boxers, closing my eyes and wishing my tongue was washing that sweet sex down. He hitches his breath and grips my hair, then gently takes my hand and lifts me up. I press my body against his, but I allow him to take his time and relish in the conquest of exploring one another seductively and lazily.

Pushing my hair back over my shoulders, he kisses my lips gently, trailing his fingers down my spine to the hollows of the dimples above my ass then over the satin of my panties, cupping my ass, lifting me up. My legs wrap around his waist, encouraging his engorged head to probe my sensitive spot.

The pressure floods and soaks the sheer fabric rubbing against my clitoris. Rolling my hips gently back, I shudder forward and rotate my pelvis to give my throbbing spot some friction.

“Look at me.” he directs.

Fireworks
.

I gaze into his eyes, pleading to him with my desperation almost exploding. “I can’t wait … I need to …”

“Shhh, look at me. You can control this. You need to slow down, baby. I need you to be patient because I will have you so ready for me that when my cock delves into that hot, wet velvet pussy of yours that I will blow your beautiful mind.”

Sweet Jesus. Holy shit. Please do.

“I don’t think I can wait, Lucca. I need you inside me now.” I grip his back and wriggle in his embrace, thrusting against his bulbous knob. “Please, Lucca, I can’t wait.” My voice falters.

“I want to appreciate every last inch of your body first. Can you give me that?” His voice is so smooth and candid that he’s delivering an honest promise to me even though he’s asking.

Anticipation.

Vulnerability.

Unconditional love.

“Yes.” I inhale deeply.

“Good girl. Let me tenderly love you.”

I close my eyes, breathing heavily to cool my scorching passion. Walking to the top of the bed, he lays me down on my back.

“Dolcezza, turn around.” I slowly roll over, lying on my stomach. “Wait here.”

“Where are you going?”

“Do not panic, just the bathroom.”

Settling, I throw the pillows and cushions off the bed and lie flat on my stomach. I try squeezing the pulsing desire between my legs, pushing forward into the mattress to rub my clit against it, but it’s just not giving me what I need.

I hear Lucca closing the heavy designer drapes across the French doors, and then soft music from his surround system echoes. Shania Twain’s “You’ve Got A Way With Me.”

He kneels at either side of my body, dipping the mattress as he straddles my waist. Leaning over me, his warm heavy chest presses against my back, and his hot breath is close to my ears.

“Do you trust me?” The undertone of his voice whispers in my ear before he presses his nose to my hair and inhales deeply. The sound of his soft, sensual groans and feel of his hot breath against my neck makes me relax underneath him.

“Yes.”

He kisses my cheek and neck tenderly. “I am putting something over your eyes, but do not panic. Just close your eyes and breathe. Remember this is me and I am about to cherish and worship you. I will take care of you. Even though you will not see anything, you will feel me, do not be afraid. Think of our light baby.”