Luca’s lips are on mine again devouring my moans just as he buries his fingers into my wetness. The sudden intrusion, and the heel of his hand pressing against my hard nub, send an almost painful jolt of pleasure through my body and makes my scalp tingle. His fingers fuck me and the heel of his hand teases me until I’m coasting on the edge of the orgasm he keeps denying me. My frustrated whimpers don’t mean a damn thing to him which both pisses me off and makes me hotter.
I want to cry when he removes his hand. My frustration is short-lived because he bends, grabs my ass, and forces me to wrap my legs around his waist. I’m one with the door. The wood presses harder into my skin as Luca’s teeth sink into the sensitive flesh of my bottom lip sharply nicking me as his hard dick invades my pussy causing my inner muscles to scream their confusion. Another thing he doesn’t give a damn about as his free hand wraps around my throat forcing me to look him in the eyes with each thrust as he aptly delivers the perfect mixture of the pleasure and pain that my heroines seek. Luca continues his special brand of torture as he fucks me enough to make me feel but not take me where I need to go.
The wicked satisfaction in his eyes confirms his intentions. He’s punishing me. The delay of my release is his way of getting me back for avoiding him, not playing along, and hanging up on him. He wants me to feel the sexual frustration he’s felt. And, when he decides he’s punished me enough, he takes our pleasure up another level, fucking me into the door until I fear I’ll get wood burn. Luca changes his trajectory, rocking into me in a way that makes me pray for release. His tongue traces my open lips right before the searing kisses return. His grip tightens on my neck, and his grunt is caught somewhere between pleasure and relief just like it was when he first entered me. The heat coiling in my lower belly bursts, spurring a release that breaks me apart. Luca’s eruption prolongs my body’s wracking orgasm until I fear I’ll forget how to breathe.
His forehead drops against mine, and he speaks for the first time, after taking a few cleansing breaths.
“Get your ass in bed. I’m nowhere near finished with you.”
Chapter 10
Luca
I’ve fantasized about making Elissa cum, and now that it’s happened, it’s beyond surreal. I really did check out in the middle of the night, rush to the airport, and purchase a last-minute ticket to Toronto.
Vivi il presente.
I find Elissa lounging naked in the middle of her bed on top of her covers. The stirrings of arousal return as my eyes greedily take in her naked curves. Yes, I really did hunt down my favorite author to fuck her, and according to my dick, I’m about to do it again. I surprise myself sometimes, but there’s something about Elissa I can’t shake. I may not spend my days trying to be a playboy, but I’ve lost interest in women after fucking them. Yet, she has the power to make me change my plans in the middle of the night.
Dropping the condoms near her hip, I climb onto her soft bed and push her flat on her back. And, as I watch her big tits bounce, I know I’d happily do it again. Fuck, she has a lot of curves in such a small package. Spreading her legs, I settle between them, where I begin my tactile exploration of her skin which is much softer than I imagined. She studies me as I touch her because we’re doing our own version of verifying the other exists.
She is real and never has hooking up with a woman ever felt like such a big deal. Leaning into her space, I pause with my lips a whisper from hers as I breathe her in, committing all I can to memory.
“Luca?” She says my name as if she’s still unsure I’m really here.
“Hmm?” I hum my response because my mouth is busy exploring her neck, collarbone, and now her nipple.
Elissa’s moan has my dick looking for action, but it’s not his turn yet.
“Did you want to uh...talk.”
“No.”
My answer is muffled because I didn’t bother to release her nipple. I move to the other, then take my time exploring her curves until I reach the current object of my obsession. Elissa had given me the best sex of my life, and I’m unsure if it’s something special about her and her pussy or if it’s the anticipation from months of electronic foreplay.
The mewls and sighs she emits when I begin feasting on her pussy inspire me. My own sounds of pleasure escape me as I lap up the evidence of her orgasm, while quickly pushing her towards another. I can get addicted to the sounds she makes, the way she tastes, the way she feels, the way she makes me feel. Delving deeper, I dive in tasting and taking everything available to me, despite her new orgasm, while ignoring her pleas to stop because it’s too much. It’s not enough until I’m full. She will be pushed, and my hunger will test her limits because I don’t give a fuck about her protests.
Elissa’s body shakes through another orgasm when I find the willpower to pull away.
“Condom,” I growl as I reach beyond her damp body. She’s not moving fast enough, but it’s okay.
“Luca,” she gasps as I roll the condom into place. “Shouldn’t we rest or...or...talk.”
Hooking my fingers in her mouth I silence her nonsense. “Save that shit for the phone,” I instruct her as my dick slides home.
Such good pussy.
My nails dig into her juicy hips, and my eyes delight in the rhythmic bouncing of her tits.
Maybe I should be gentle...nah.
“So much body for such a small woman.”
Elissa grabs my hair and pulls my face close to hers. Fuck, her passion makes me harder.
“Are you calling me fat?”
I squeeze a nipple until she yelps for asking me such a stupid question.
“What does my dick say?” I choose the moment to deliver a deliciously hard thrust. “Get on your knees;I want to watch your ass bounce while I fuck you.”
***
I’m all for affection, but I can’t call myself a cuddler; yet, here I am spooning Elissa after we cheated death. I’m pretty sure I almost killed us, but once her luscious ass was in view jiggling with each thrust, I lost my fucking mind. We broke something; I’ll find out what that is in the morning.
I rub my trimmed beard along her naked shoulder then follow with soft kisses. I can’t stop touching her.
“Elissa?”
“Hmm?” her hum drags like someone whose brain is shutting down.
“Hi.”
Her delicious body jiggles when she laughs. My overeager dick perks up, thinking it’s time for another round.
“Now, you greet me?”
I smile in her hair but issue a warning. “You should really stop laughing. My dick is getting the wrong message.”
“Fuck, no, Luca. My pussy is closed for business.”
“You know the fun thing about women?”
“What?” The trepidation in her voice has me suppressing a chuckle.
“Multiple holes.”
My snickers erupt when she hops up and wraps herself in a sheet.
“Where are you going?”
“Guest room, there’s no one in there trying to kill or molest me.”
I let her go, just to see if she will, plus, I have an idea. Elissa is stubborn enough to be serious, her not returning five minutes later is not a shock to me. Snuggling under her blanket, I give her a few minutes before I call.
“No more sex tonight,” she greets me.
“I was cuddling. You sent my dick mixed signals. It was a warning.”
The corners of my lips tip up when she snorts because I know the exact expression she’s making.
“I’ve earned the right to have your actual phone number, don’t you think?”
Elissa pauses to think as if I’m not naked in her house a few feet away from her. “I suppose. You do know where I live and all.”
“Good. Are you coming back?”
“Nope. I’m on strike.”
“You are aware I can find you, right?”
Elissa huffs into the phone. I hear movement in the hallway before her bedroom door opens to reveal her little, curvy body.
It’s cute she believes that I cannot take her again if I want, but ignorance is bliss, I guess.
“Let’s take a shower. I promise to behave,” I lie as I move into her bathroom.
Her bathroom is small but neat, and I like the excuse to rub on her naked body. The warm water pelts my back as I pull her inside with me. The little cap on her head is cute, but she nips at my hand when I reach for it.
“What?”
“Don’t mess with my shower cap. I’m not trying to get my hair wet.”
“Rawr,” I purr like an angry kitty.
“Luca,” she warns, but my lips cover hers to shut her up.
I pull away when it gets good and reach for the soap. Doing my best to behave doesn’t mean I cannot get her worked up. Palming her breasts with soapy hands, I pretend to be interested in washing them although I just want to tease them. Elissa coos when I pull her body against mine, her erect, soapy nipples slide across my chest but my hands have found a new mission. Leaving a soap trail down her back, my palms get a hearty handful of her ass and begin kneading—I mean bathing. Elissa’s long lashes flutter, then her deep brown eyes glare at me. Pretending not to notice, I spin her to the spray and move behind her.
“You don’t want me to bathe you?”
My lips tease the shell of her ear, but my fingers are ghosting over her clit. Her head falls back to rest on my chest giving me the opportunity to take another taste of her lips. My digits glide through her juices and hook inside of her. I swallow her gasp when she rocks into my slow hard strokes. My tongue teases her mouth the same way I finger fuck her body until her walls tremor, then clamp down, squeezing as she cums.
I pull away—although my dick wants to do the opposite—then soap and lather my body as she recovers. I can feel her eyes shooting daggers into my back when I wrap myself in a towel and leave her to finish. She did say no more sex, after all.
Chapter 11
Elissa
I had to switch the water to cold to finish my shower, and I’m glad I did because Luca is sleeping as if he isn’t the devil. I didn’t tell him he could spend the night. Giggling to myself, I grab my phone and text Etié to tell her my coochie and I are still alive. She’s going to get a kick out of the download I have to give. His beautiful body is splayed across my bed like he owns it, but with the way he uses his dick, he can own anything in here including me. Part of me wants to snoop because my brain cannot wrap my mind around someone as attractive and as good in bed as Luca being single and choosing to find me over the internet all the way in Canada. I shake away the thought and choose to stay in the moment. I climb into bed and push him out the way, but he just sighs and traps me into another spoon. I guess there are worse ways to fall asleep.
***
The sun attacks my eyes while Luca continues to slumber. He’s on his back, and I’m not surprised to find his overactive dick at attention. I am, however, surprised that my body craves more of him, despite being sore. Deciding to live a little, I grab a condom and roll it on his mouth-watering erection. Luca groans and purses his full lips, but his eyes remain closed.
Carefully, I straddle him, although the change in his breathing pattern tells me he's awake. His warm brown eyes pop open and the sweetest smile stretches across his lips.
"I was scared to wake up in case it was a dream."
"In case what was a dream?"
He guides me down, moaning as I sheath him. Luca's eyes briefly close before he traps me in his gaze.
"Being here with you."
My heart races, thriving in the glow of his sweet words until the dirty ones drive it wild.
"What are you waiting for, baby. Take me like you mean it. Ride my dick like you own it."
My pussy clenches, and his irises shine with challenge.
My hips jerk until I adjust and find my rhythm. I'm panting because riding him is amazing. Plus, Luca's moans, dirty words, and hands digging into my hips has me riding him hard and testing our limits. Luca's primal growl and ass smack has me on the verge of cuming when I hear the splintering crack right before my bed breaks. The impact of the mattress hitting the floor bounces me off Luca. Not missing a beat, he rolls on top of me with a hearty chuckle.
"That's what I broke last night. Oops."
The crazy Italian is not sorry, and he's thrusting inside of me as if I'm not allowed to be mortified that my mattress is now on the floor.
"Luca! My bed!"
"Is not the focus."
"What is?"
His eyebrows furrow as he stares at me as if I'm daft.
"You, taking my dick until we collapse."
One of my legs finds its way on his shoulder as he discovers a different angle to feed me his dick. I quickly forget about the bed. Soon, my other leg is in the air and my eyes cross. I'm whimpering his name because it's the only thing I'm equipped to do as my body convulses.
"Oh yes, baby just like that."
I can't prove it, but I think my bed breaking, shot Luca's arousal up a notch and released an animal from holding back because he's up on his knees with the lower part of my body elevated off the bed. His fingertips dig into my hips hard enough to mark me as he rocks into me while slamming me on his dick. I just might pass out. I'm on the way, when he moans as his dick spurts and takes me back with him.
We collapse, and he rolls onto his back; his mighty chest heaves as he fills his lungs with air.
"Super pussy," he murmurs.
My bed is broke as fuck, but I'll take the compliment.
There goes my next royalty check.
***
Luca
I’ve done some online shopping today after we confirmed Elissa’s bed was irreparably broken—her little pout was the most adorable thing I’ve seen in a long time. We’d groomed, gotten dressed—I’m not a fan of a clothed Elissa and shared a light breakfast. Then, we’d settled on opposite ends of the couch, and I started internet shopping after wrestling the WiFi password out of her. Elissa is funny to me. Other men may consider her difficult, but she’s just guarded. Why let me murder her pussy, then be protective of her WiFi password? I don’t know, but it could be her way of trying to figure out if I’m a charming freeloader, trying to wiggle my way into her life. Fortunately or unfortunately for her, I have a whole life in Italy that needs me to return.
“My flight leaves tomorrow night, think you can take me to the airport?” I really don’t need a ride, but I do want to slow down her overactive imagination.
“Um, yeah. What time? Traffic is a bitch.”
"It leaves at eight."
She nods slowly as she calculates the time in her head.
"We'd have to leave around five."
"Okay."
I knew I could only visit for a day or two, so the low-level sadness our conversation has brought me is surprising. I want to stay longer, but I have too much to do.
Now that I've purchased everything I needed, I switch over to the emails I've been ignoring since last night. Once I notice that I have over fifty unread messages, I close my computer. I'll handle those on the plane. Someone will call if there's an emergency.
Elissa gives me her laptop the moment I zip mine back into its case.
"Here, make yourself useful," she teases.
"What's this?
"Gio's story. I'm halfway I believe. Read it and tell me what you think so far."
Nodding, I start reading from the beginning. Elissa gets up to get some more coffee. The story is good, but I keep noticing errors in Gio's ‘Italianness.’ I delete a sentence and rewrite it.
I don't know if she was finished getting her coffee or if it was my typing, but Elissa is back in a flash.
"What are you doing?"
Her eyes are glued to my fingers poised over her keyboard.
"Fixing Gio."
"You don't type on an author's work in progress unless you're trying to get cut. We want to fight our editors, and it'
s their job."
I nod while she rants. It's cute. I can't bring myself to tell her she isn't scary. Instead, I send her file to the printer. She whirls around when the machine comes to life behind her.
"Fine. I'll just write over it."
"I...uh," she sputters.
I don't know, It's funny seeing an author speechless. I lean in for a forehead kiss but jump when she pinches my nipple.
"That wasn't very civilized," I tell her with a swat to her ass on my way to the printer.
"You, messing with my stuff isn't civilized either."
"Don't worry. After I mark this up, I'll go back to messing with our other stuff."
I can't help the bark of laughter that escapes when her mouth falls open right before she vanishes with her laptop. She just did the in-person version of hanging up on me.
My attention goes back to her manuscript once the printer spits out the last sheet. I need to fix Gio, or the Italian market will murder her in the reviews.
I find a purple pen after a quick search and settle in at the table. It takes about an hour to read and mark everything up. The sex scene towards the end of the snippet looks awfully familiar. I see she likes how I came in and fucked her against the door. I was there, but reading it in her point of view is so damn sexy.
Elissa returns a little after I finish my notes.
"You just wasted your time. I killed Gio."
I shake my head because her antics amuse me. “Just read the notes. Don’t be so dramatic. Gio had to be updated. He wasn’t reading like a native Italian.”
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