L'amore: The Luminara Series

by SJ Molloy

  I can’t even bring my eyes up. My cheeks are too flamed, so I stay buried in Lucca’s neck, tensing my limbs rigidly.

  “Lucca, I’m so sorry to interrupt, but I’m retiring for the night. Dinner is in the kitchen for you both. I made dinner as I thought you would be tired after your trip and the packing. Miss Robertson, I look forward to becoming acquainted with you tomorrow. Lucca, please call if you would like breakfast prepared. I’ve stocked the pantry and the fridge, and your mail is in the study. I’ll let myself out and lock the door. Enjoy your evening.”

  “Thank you, Rose. We appreciate it. Have I told you how much I love you and how beautiful you look today?” Lucca smoothly charms her.

  She sighs. “Yes, Lucca, you tell me all the time. Now don’t be going and getting Miss Robertson jealous. You need to keep all that flirting for her. I’m no spring chicken anymore, and I suspect Peter gets jealous with all the attention you give me.” She chuckles.

  I instantly love her.

  She has the nicest tone to her voice—warm, kind and loving, and she has a great sense of humour. It’s adorable the way she has a confident respectful relationship with Lucca.

  Jumping up and straightening my skirt, I release my grip and walk towards her, rosy cheeked and embarrassed. “Please forgive my rudeness. I’m sorry you had to … um, find us like this … um, I’m Lexi. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m thankful Lucca has such wonderful people taking good care of him. I suspect you keep him on his toes, and it’s lovely to see. Peter has kindly offered to help me with my dog Doris and I’m very grateful,” I ramble, barely taking a breath.

  Rose has a small frame; she must be less than five feet. She has short, thick, ash-blonde hair cut in a neat bob with streaks of grey running through it. She has good skin though and looks youthful and well dressed. The hint of lilac eye shadow across her lids opens her grey eyes.

  Although her blouse is smart, she wears comfortable looking beige trousers and flat shoes. There’s something very earthly and warm about her, relaxed almost, as if she feels very much at home here and it swells my heart.

  Unlike how I feel.

  Rose holds me closer and kisses my forehead. “Finally, a beautiful, considerate young lady for my Lucca. I’ve heard wonderful things about you. You are such a sweet girl, and I’m thrilled to have another woman around. It also makes me very happy knowing we will have a dog again. I’m looking forward to meeting her.” Normally a cuddle like this from a stranger would make me tense and back away, but I do have a soft spot for the elders. Rose had me the minute I saw the kindness in her grey eyes and heard the sweetness in her voice.

  I hug her just a little too long as I inhale her wonderful scent, the smell of her perfume instantly transporting me to another place and time. Nostalgia washes over me as I momentarily cast my thoughts back to Eleanor: homemade angel cake, lavender oil, sunshine, freshly washed linen sheets, and her fresh floral perfume—coincidently the same one that Rose wears today. I smile thinking perhaps this is a sign that Eleanor’s spirit and memory will be with me here.

  “Are you all right, petal?” Rose asks with concern.

  “Yes, sorry, I just had a familiar memory. That is all.”

  I think Rose and I are going to get along just fine and I like that she calls me petal; this was a name that Eleanor also used to call me.

  Lucca stands and approaches me, wrapping his arm around my waist. “I knew you two would get along. I now have my two favourite women here spoiling me, and I am a happy man.” He beams at Rose while his protective hand grasps my ass as he presses his hard erection into my lower back, reminding me how much he wants me.

  She clicks her tongue and shakes her head, smiling at his words as she walks off. Once the door is closed, Lucca turns me around and swiftly lifts me up so I’m wrapped around his hips, causing my short skirt to ride up around my waist. He clenches my ass cheeks as he walks.

  “God, I love her, but I am glad she is gone. I am so fucking hard for you right now,” he growls, and my excitable butterflies have awoken once more.

  Pressing my sensitive sex against the tenting of his denim jeans, I grab his hair and thrash my tongue in his mouth. “I want you inside me. Give me it right here. I can’t wait.” I sound very desperate, but the nervous feeling about moving in here is gone and replaced by feelings of lust and desire.

  I think smelling Rose’s perfume triggered happy memories for me and therefore has relaxed and calmed me. Reassuring me that I am brave and I can do this. As if Eleanor was speaking the words to me herself.

  He hooks his thumbs under my lace thong and tears it off me, causing the material to burn my skin slightly with friction. Another lace thong torn and gone.

  “Tell me,” he demands.

  I have a newfound courage in my lustful state, and I don’t intend to sacrifice this feeling of desire. I want him and I know he likes to hear what I desire. “Fuck me here, on the stairs. Fuck me fast and hard, then take me to bed and fuck me again. Then I’m going on top to ride you senseless. I might even take your cock in my mouth. Then you can fuck me again.”

  Where did that come from? Holy shit. This is by far the dirtiest I have ever spoken out loud.

  His eyes have just changed from azure blue to crystal-white blue and are the biggest and most erotically starved I have ever seen them with his pupils dilating. He hitches his breath, completely aroused.

  “Fuck, you never fail to amaze me. Jesus, you nearly put me into cardiac arrest. You asked, so now you are getting, and, baby, you are not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” he rasps, breathing impulsively.

  Gripping me, he fumbles until he whips his jeans and T-shirt off in no time as we dirty kiss. Before I can undress, he has pushed himself into me hard, immediately taking me off guard. So goddamn hard, that I whimper in response.

  “Too hard?” he groans.

  Sweet Jesus. I asked for it.

  “No, I want it. More, give me more!” I cry when his second deep penetrative thrust fills my sheath. We stumble back on the bottom steps of his stairs. I dig my fingers into his back as he places his knees on the stair beside my hips.

  Keeping my legs tightly wrapped around his waist, I don’t want to let go to this deep, intrusive pleasure. I’m aware of the uncomfortable edge of the step digging into my back, but I block it out and focus on the sublime sensation deep in my core.

  Too intense.

  Too good.

  I want this so bad.

  I lift my ass off the stair and push my hips up to meet him. When I sync with his movement, he pulls back and pounds me, and I crash into him, sending an unravelling ripple through my core, causing those butterflies to tumble.

  “Don’t stop, Lucca. It’s too good, I need you!” I yell with utter certitude in my heady trance. My insides feel like they are shredding, and the pressure is exquisite but I need more.

  Deep.

  Deep penetration.

  Deep delicious torture.

  “Open your eyes. I need to see what I am doing for you,” he demands. I strike them open only for them to roll in the back of my head, and we continue thumping and pleasuring each other with blow after blow.

  Quickly.

  Intensely.

  Lasciviously.

  Continuing to raise my hips against his primal thrashes, I’m close. He’s close.

  We’re close.

  “Let go. Come for me.”

  It’s enough to push me into a coma of ecstasy. I give him what he wants … and I take. I scream and scream then drop my head and bite down on his shoulder, sinking my teeth into his skin while the shock waves ripple through me. Pushing hard, he freezes, stilling himself deeply inside me.

  Heaven.

  “Ahh, Lexi, baby, fu … ck ...”

  He pounds another few times before collapsing on top of me. I clench for life as I allow my breathing to regulate. My heart has nearly exploded through the sheer fabric of my vest. We remain enveloped, panting in the aftermath of the spontaneous se
x.

  “So fucking hot … so sexy … so beautiful.”

  He doesn’t let go of his grasp on my ass, burying his huge cock deep inside my sensitive sex, ensuring he’s impaling me to his balls.

  Intense.

  I kiss his shoulder where I have bitten him, and when he finally has the strength to lift his head, he growls deeply in his throat then takes my tongue again, kissing me, licking and teasing. I feel his cock twitch deep inside me. He’s revving up again, expanding to my taught muscles.

  Lucca puts his strength into his strong, muscular quads, leaning his weight back onto his feet. Then, standing up, he lifts me while still buried deep inside me. I throw my head back and firm my inner leg muscles around his waist, holding on tight. He trails his tongue down my neck while I dig my fingers into the broad of his back.

  “I owe you a tour,” he stipulates. I wilt out some serious pleasure filled moans in agreement. “Hold on, baby, you are going to feel this. I believe you asked to be fucked.”

  He places his foot on the next step of the period staircase, pounding into me as he lifts then holds me in place. I rise then drop back down on his length, moaning from the deep pleasure. He places one powerful knee under my ass, balancing me before his next climb. I groan when his next step pushes me further up and down on his raging girth.

  Cavernous.

  Predatory.

  Animalistic.

  “Oh my God … Jesus,” I moan against his cheek as I quiver.

  I wrap my arms around his neck and close my eyes with the feel of the pressure as tears of pleasure fall. Switching his weight and feet, he climbs again, pumping me hard, and I squeal as he chokes me with his length. I’m losing sense, lost in the mind-shattering experience.

  This is a completely new sensation for me, being hammered in my core in this position, like this. I hope we’re not anywhere near the top yet—it’s far too good, and I don’t want this pleasure to end.

  “More?” he teases.

  “More,” I beg.

  He climbs again with full virility—two steps this time, and I feel as if I’ve been jolted to oblivion. “You are fucking destroying me. I cannot get enough of you, baby,” he grinds. He has full power.

  Stilling again and breathing frantically, he holds his defined knee under my ass to hold me as he throws his tongue in my mouth, moaning, hot breath to breath. My pulse is speeding while he balances me and lifts my vest over my head.

  Expertly, he unhooks the front fastening of my bra then sucks my erect nipple into his mouth. Another rush cascades through my veins with the sensation.

  “Please, Lucca,” I beg. I’m delirious.

  His hand is under my ass again, the other holding the back of my head. Another climb and I’m biting on his shoulder again to muffle my cries. He’s fierce now, ramming until I cry with ecstatic indulgence. Throwing my head back, my eyes roll in the back of my head, drowning in this explosive orgasm. He takes another leap upwards, and I whimper as I shake in continual violent carnality. I ride the rippling, euphoric pleasure, thrashing my head side to side. He blissfully climbs one more time and slams into me, throwing his head backwards, pushing his chest forward, and clenching his teeth.

  The veins on his arms look as if they will rip he’s flexing so damn hard while pulling my ass towards him. He groans in a low roar, filling me once more. Reaching the top, he turns, stumbling back, and crashes his back harshly against the wall, bringing me with him.

  He slides down the wall, taking me with him, and filling me with his slithered silk.

  Stair sex. My new favourite.

  His pulsing cock slams me, his root to my vulva, as I crash down on it. We fit, we warp, his steel shaft choking my sheath. I am dripping in sweat; sex hot and swollen, plunged deep in his creamy release. I can barely breathe.

  As if reading my mind, Lucca places his lips against mine. “Breathe, baby,” he whispers and blows hot air into my mouth. I’m heady and slightly dizzy seeing those stars again in my post-coital glow and so turned on he’s giving me his air.

  Filling my lungs, he repeats this several times then slides his tongue in, teasing me when I’m breathing regularly. Then he retracts slowly and puffs again, but this time he holds his lips on mine and inhales back so his own lungs are taking my air.

  Hot.

  Sexy.

  Resuscitation.

  My air. His air. We breathe.

  I slam my lips against his, biting his bottom lip and allowing my breathing to slow down.

  “Better?” he asks.

  “Much,” I reply, licking my tongue along his lips. “That was amazing. I mean I just … never expected that. It was intense and insane.”

  “It was un-fucking-believable. I love it when you ask for it; I just want to give you more. I am so glad you are getting more confident because it is sexy as hell,” he rasps into my mouth.

  I loosen my grip, then trail my finger over his eyebrow, his feathered lashes, his lips …

  “My legs feel like jelly,” I whisper.

  “That was my plan.”

  He pushes his back against the wall, and putting strength into his legs and his heel, pulls me up with him. Not losing contact, he walks me through another grand hallway to a massive suite at the end of the huge corridor. I look over his shoulder as he walks with me, trying to absorb the exquisite décor.

  I don’t want to let go. This is all the space I need. Right here, pressed against Lucca.

  He strides with me to the bathroom, putting the massive power shower on in the wet area. He slowly slides fully out of my sex, and I wince as he lowers me to the tiles. My legs buckle, and he has to catch me to keep me from falling.

  He slides my skirt off my waist, then standing behind me, pulls me into his chest and caresses my breasts, running one hand down my navel until he reaches between my legs. He circles his fingers around my wet folds over our sexual juices, then slides two fingers inside while pressing on my sensitive sweet spot with his thumb.

  He slides his fingers out, dragging his sperm over my folds to my rear entrance, then pushes a finger with the lube from his sperm into the tight entrance. I moan as I throw my head back into the crook of his neck. He lets go of my breast, then torments my clitoris with his magic touch.

  “Baby, do you like this?” he growls.

  “Yes!” I cry, buckling under his expertise.

  “I’m going to fuck that ass soon, but I want you to ask for it first.”

  Oh my God. Yes!

  He pushes deeper with his fingers, and I combust in another soaring, orgasmic explosion, every bit as good as the others but different. Thrashing myself backwards to his chest, he pushes his fingers deeper inside me.

  I whimper and whine, pushing my breasts forward.

  Lost.

  Languid.

  Laced with lustful lure.

  The water cascades over our bodies as Lucca removes his fingers then cups his hands full of water and cleans our smeared sex, washing the juices attentively from my sex and down the crease of my ass. Feeling his erection again, I move my arm around my back to yank and tease his hard manhood.

  “Lean forward,” he growls.

  He keeps both hands around my breasts as the water drips off my back, and he slams and slams again, pulling me back to him and jolting me forward with each pounding thrust. I come hard and fast, trembling on my legs while my shattering orgasm courses through me.

  Lucca smacks one hand on my back and squeezes one breast as he cries out my name in his own enraptured blissful release. It’s a sanctuary of flapping butterflies, heady dreamy visions, and entwining undulated combined aftershocks.

  I’m blurry.

  I’m content.

  I’m done.

  As my legs give way, I slip, slide, and slither down. Lucca pulls out of me as we crash to the shower floor. He leans against the wall, pulling me into his chest, both completely exhausted and spent.

  I can’t move.

  I can’t speak.

  I’m
numb.

  He kisses the side of my head and ear. “God, dolcezza, I love you so much.”

  I melt under those words when he declares them. I will never tire of this. This drugged feeling has me captivated in the best possible way.

  “I love you too.”

  I draw little shapes on his legs like a dance in the rain as the water cleanses us, and I hold on with the little energy I have left. My eyelids betray me and close. Lucca carries me, switching the shower off, then sets me down on the double vanity unit as he wraps a towel around me. I place complete trust in him while he dries me off then carries me to bed. He places me on the master bed and snuggles his body into my side, spooning me.

  The mattress and sheets feel so comfortable, soft, and divine. I think of Tuscany and Lucca’s cosy bed in the farmhouse, and I sleep.

  Yawning, I stretch and realise I’m still in the same position I fell asleep in. I wonder what time it is. I can see a faint flicker from a fireplace on the wall at the bottom of the bed, and I smell burning logs, freesia flowers, sweet sex, and Lucca’s magnificent aftershave.

  I rub my fingers softly over Lucca’s knuckles. He stirs then mumbles into my neck as he pulls me tighter to him.

  “Lucca, are you awake?”

  “I am now. What is wrong?” he asks sleepily.

  “I just wanted to hear you. I just felt because I’m in a strange bed that I …”

  “Hey, you are safe, you are fine. Were you having a bad dream?” he asks as he rubs his finger over my lips.

  I turn around and press myself to him. “No, I slept soundly. I was so exhausted after all the sex. I seriously felt as if I had been drugged I was so sated, but now I’m awake, and I feel a little guilty, I suppose.”

  “Why? It was mind-blowing. Fuck, I am still thinking about it. There will be plenty more of that,” he reassures me.

  Yes, please.

  “I’ve rudely left my dog with Rose and Peter, and I’ve not even seen your house properly because I was so lost in the moment and gave you the impression I wasn’t going to be happy here, before I even had time to get used to it.” I mention this because it looks like I have strolled on in here and jumped straight into bed with him, which is exactly what I’ve done. And despite loving what we shared, I will need to get my bearings to familiarise myself with my new home.