Lucca's Lust: The Luminara Series Book 3

by SJ Molloy

  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 als
o 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”

  Chapter 13

  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.

  “I am very glad you are finally placing your trust in me. You do not know what that means to me, what you mean to me,” I say, looking into her honest eyes, now kneeling in front of her. Her quietness only tugs on my heart strings more, because reading her body language I know she is hopelessly and gradually letting her walls fall down, slowly letting me in.

  “Breakfast is going to need to wait,” I tease, removing the robe from her. Once I have her naked and beneath me, I make long, slow, tender love to her, rolling her around in the sheets and nothing has felt as whole or complete.

  Sex with Lexi has always been spectacular each and every time, but knowing she trusts me, I feel one step closer to having her heart, and no words can describe how fixed on her I am right now. I rasp dirty and romantic things in English and Italian in between lavish open mouth kisses.

  She falls apart, but I hold every single piece of her, every glorious inch of her body. Showing her my gratitude by taking her to heavenly heights again and again before I lose myself in her, the world stops spinning, colours flash behind my eyes lids, and Lexi seizes every fibre, muscle, and cell in my body. Her name falls from my lips as I fall apart in her in an intoxicating sensual rush of fucking goodness.

  Cauzionato. Bonded.

  Intimo. Intimate.

  Profondo. Profound.

  Showering together, I make sure I get my fix of holding her closely against me before we head out today. It is virtually impossible for me to keep my hands to myself when she is anywhere near me. Going out in public today will be another test of my resolve.

  God, I love her sexy as sin body, sweet personality, stunning beauty, elegant grace, and enchanting charm. My heart swells every time I think of how fucking lucky I am. I love my arms around her, I love the way she allows me to worship her, even if it is something simple and small like washing her.

  “Did you mean it when you said you trust me?” I ask her. The last time was more of an acknowledgment. This is real, as real as it gets, and I desperately want to hear those words from her.

  “Yes, I trust you,” she says, lifting my hand to her mouth before kissing it under the powerful warm spray of water. Music to my goddamn ears. I need her trust very much.

  Lexi questions me about her clothes after we are dry, but I choose to ignore her. I want her to be surprised. I check my phone after the shower—a delivery message from the courier. He should be here any moment.

  Leaving her sulking, I prepare breakfast and blast some music because I am in that much of a good mood. Not only has my girl satisfied me again with her nectar centre, she shared her thoughts—the words I wanted most to hear.

  So this is what it must feel like. Life … happiness … loving and being with that one person who completes you and changes the way you look at life. That one person who inspires you, gives you hope and promise, and who steals your breath. I love life when Lexi is in it with me.

  I set the table outside for breakfast, stealing a glance at the lounger we fucked on yesterday. I pick up Lexi’s bra and knickers from the chair, smiling wickedly at the thought of her stripping and throwing them at me, almost giving me a heart attack. Jesus, that was erotic as hell.

  Once my pancakes are done, I go and find her, knowing the courier has been here. My morning is full of delightful images. A second ago I had her black lace lingerie dangling from my fingers, and now I see she has brand new cream lace numbers dangling from hers. Tease.

  The lounge is covered in boxes. Lexi almost seems lost in amongst all the wrapping and garments. She refuses to accept them, everything apart from the evening gown, so I just humour her. If I take her out today or tonight, she is going to have to wear something from the new stuff, because I deliberately did not pack any of her own clothes.

  Today we decide to have another lazy day at the pool which is fine by me. Whatever makes my girl happy. Plus, I get to spoil her in sexual delights and have her naked all day. Life really does not get any better than this.

  While Lexi prepares lunch and gets familiar with the gadgets in my kitchen, I catch up with work in my study. Her sweet voice distracts me. God, my girl can sing. She sings like an angel, pitch-perfect with a beautiful tone and range. Jesus, she is good.

  Sitting in my lap outside on the alfresco area, we tease and spoon feed each other Lexi’s salmon, salad, and cous cous dish. Impressive, and that is without any proper culinary training. She surprises me at every turn. I was expecting to have to go and rescue her in the kitchen, but my baby had it all under control.

  Once our lunch settles, I make sure to thank her in an afternoon of kinky pool sex. Jesus, I might just never want to go home, I would love to stay here with her forever.

  As much as I would love to keep her here again tonight, it is her holiday and I want her to enjoy as many local attractions and special experiences as possible. I thought tonight would make a good night for a drive along the coast, and we could stop and have dinner at Vinceno’s, my papa’s friend’s restaurant. It would be good to catch up with Lorenzo. It has been too long.

  Marco and I always make a point of trying to visit him when we are home. Now that I know Lexi enjoys seafood, Vincenzo’s restaurant is the best place to take her. No one cooks seafood like him.

  Again, I bathe her. This might need to be a daily event. I love the intimacy it brings us. Lexi tries to play hard to get about her clothes. The feistiness I love in her gives me a thrill. Stomping past me, she heads off downstairs to pick something out to wear, leaving me grinning.

  I send a few text messages while I patiently wait. Without talking, she struts past me, sashaying her hips in a sexy, bright pink dress and killer black heels. Jesus, my jaw nearly drops to the floor. Not that she was not stunning in her own clothes—she most certainly was—but shit, this stylish outfit looks as if it was made for her. It fits like a glove, sexy yet classy.

  Suzanne did good. I think I will treat her and send her and Terence away o
n a romantic weekend break in Gleneagles. I know he loves it there, and Suzanne deserves a rest and to be spoiled. While Lexi does her makeup, I send Marco and quick text and ask him to check Suzanne’s schedule and get something booked for me.

  Reaching Vincenzo’s little family restaurant on Marina di Bibbona, Lexi looks completely bemused. She possibly thought we would be going somewhere very fancy given the designer attire we both wear tonight, but Vincenzo’s is a little quaint shack-type of restaurant. I love it here.

  It reminds me of childhood fishing adventures at the end of summer with my Papa, Vincenzo, and Lorenzo before we got to sample our catch of the day. It holds nostalgic memories for me, but more than that, the food is divine. Vincenzo holds three Michelin stars and has won numerous awards.

  I like that we can have a down to Earth night. It is important to me that Lexi feels relaxed, and even though I am familiar and privileged to experience some of the most expensive and flashiest hotels and restaurants in the world, there is nothing like coming home and enjoying good, honest company and exquisite food in a relaxed atmosphere. I am glad I can share this with Lexi this evening.

  First to admit, I am extremely fortunate and wealthy. My money can go far, and I am able to spoil Lexi in many luxurious ways, but tonight I get to spoil her with a little insight into me, the real me. I just hope she loves the simplistic side. Maybe I might even get her out on the ocean with me at one point in the future. Would that not be something?

  Inside the restaurant Lexi attracts many admirers, all staring, entranced by her beauty. The women also seem to stop eating to take her in. No wonder! She looks like a glamour model and is hot shit tonight. I knew people would eye her up. As long as that is where it ends, then I am flattered I have this breathtaking woman on my arm.

  Our meal is superb. Vincenzo and Lorenzo both seem charmed and intrigued by my dolcezza, and they both converse in English so Lexi does not feel uncomfortable or left out of the conversation. They share stories with her about our younger years—our fishing trips, barbecues on the beach, family gatherings—and we all laugh at Vincenzo’s recollection of Armando, my trouble making brother, being expelled from school for skipping class and hiding in Vincenzo’s truck.