by Braxton Cole
“I can.”
Luca held out my chair and I settled into place to watch as he gathered the pieces of the meal and readied them to serve.
“Wine?” Luca held up a bottle of Syrah that I'd tried once before while out to dinner with him. It was quite good. I loved that he remembered even though he'd preferred his beer over my wine.
“Not tonight.” For the first time in weeks, I wanted a clear head. After Luca’s declaration of love, it would have been cowardly for me to dive into yet another bottle of wine.
“Very well, I'll drink water with you.” Luca returned the wine to the rack and his beer to the fridge. He dished the chili and set our servings, along with a loaf of heated and sliced French bread on the table. He also served a crisp green salad with feta and bacon crumble.
“What do you think?” Rather than sitting across the table, he sat in the seat closest to me. He moved his chair even closer and rested his hand on my knee. My dress slid to the side allowing skin to skin contact. He ran his thumb back and forth absently as he waited for my assessment of the meal. It was an eclectic mix that blended well.
“It's beautiful, Luca. Thank you.” I leaned in and gave him a small kiss. He'd even filled a bud vase with a single rose. Yes, it was a totally cliché move, but it still made an impact. His attention to detail was romantic and sweet. “I love it.”
“Good.” Satisfied with my approval, he started on his salad.
We ate and chatted about all the things that seem unimportant but work together to weave the fabric of a relationship. He told me about the new software they were piloting in his office and how it was frustrating and exciting. I shared Rachel's newfound lesbianism and her scheduled date for the next night.
“It's no surprise, really.” Luca laughed. “You're pretty amazing with that mouth.” His eyes darkened as he stared pointedly at my lips. I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth as a matter of nervous reflex and Luca moaned. “You need to not do that again if you want to finish this meal.”
I didn't really care about the meal, but knew I'd regret it later if we skipped it in favor of other activities.
“Sorry.” Under Luca's intense scrutiny, I was barely able to whisper my apology.
Luca growled softly and his grip on my thigh tightened. “Eat.” He scooped a bite of chili and held it to my mouth. “You're going to need it.”
I shook my head to clear it and grasped at a subject change. “Did your grandma teach you to make chili, too?” Everything that Luca knew how to cook was the product of his grandmother's tutelage, I’d learned. The chili would be no different, I was sure. And, bringing his grandma into a conversation tended to cool down his sexual impulses.
His eyes lost their intensity and he eased back into his own space a bit. He shook his head with a smile and said, “No, I taught her.”
“What?”
“I dated a girl from Tennessee my freshman year of college. She invited me home with her for spring break, so I went. I was a college man, and as a college man, I didn't need to go home to see my grandma over spring break. Not when I could spend it with my hot girlfriend and her family.” Luca's smile softened with the memory. “My priorities were a little upside down.
“Her daddy took a special interest in me. Taught me a lot of things over that seven-day trip. How to clean and shoot a shotgun, how to saddle a horse, how to get up and brush my seat off when I fell off of the horse I'd saddled. And he taught me how to make chili.”
“Did you get to spend any time at all with your girlfriend?”
“In retrospect I realize that his goal was to keep us apart, but I didn't know that at the time. I'd never had a father. His attention was important to me. It also made me miss my grandma even more. He tried to teach me lessons, like real men don't cry when they fall down, but they do if their lady falls. Or real men love their family. Stuff like that. I suppose he was trying to teach me how to be a good husband.”
“I'll be sure to send him a thank you card.” My face flushed with heat as soon as the words were out. I had no idea where they came from. I was resistant to sharing an address and the thought of sharing a last name gave me palpitations. I gulped down a drink of water and prayed Luca would let it pass.
He did. “I brought some of his lessons, like making chili, home to my grandma. After that, I spent spring breaks here with her.”
“Why in the world did that girl’s father even know how to make chili?” It was such a random thing. One in a long list that melted together to make Luca the man he was.
“He was a cook-off champion. This here is blue-ribbon chili.” His voice took on a bit of Tennessee twang with the last sentence. I preferred Luca's normal deep, sexy voice, but it wasn't a bad imitation. I giggled.
When we finished, Luca cleared the table and set the dishes in the sink. Thankfully, he didn't insist on doing them right then. I would surely have lost it if he'd prioritized household chores over orgasms.
With the distraction of dinner over, the plug in my ass gave me a sharp reminder that it was still there. I grimaced and shifted. Luca smiled deviously.
“I think it's time we took care of that, don't you?”
By the look on his face, I was prepared to be thrown over the dining room table and taken right then and there. Instead he led me to the bedroom, peeling off my clothing with each step.
Chapter 7
Luca and I had experimented with a lot of things. When we’d initially met, we'd created a list of acts that were typically considered taboo and we were working steadily through that list. So far, I'd enjoyed what we’d done. Luca was absolutely unflappable and embraced the untraditional, at least when it came to sex. We were perfectly matched in that regard.
But I'd never felt as vulnerable as I did in that moment, face down, ass up, cheeks spread wide so Luca could see the plug I'd had in me all day. He pushed a finger against it and I felt it deep inside. What had been mildly to moderately annoying all day long was suddenly sexy. All it took was the addition of Luca and my body responded. He traced the outside edge where silicone met flesh with his finger and I shuddered and moaned.
“You like that?”
I kept my head down, my face muffled in the blankets as he'd directed, so I wasn't sure he heard me when I breathed out a yes.
Luca's hand slapped sharp and fast against my ass cheek, the sting bringing me to immediate awareness. I tensed and felt myself grow even more wet.
“Answer me.”
He hadn't heard, and arguing that I'd already answered would make things worse, so I tilted my head to the side and said as clearly as I could manage, “Yes.” The word still came out stilted and breathy. I waited, muscles tight, and hoped it was enough.
“Good girl.” Luca smoothed his palm against my heated flesh. “I like it, too.”
He bent closer until I could feel his breath puff against the sensitive skin surrounding the plug. “I like it a lot.” His voice was heavy with arousal. And then I felt the soft, wet of his tongue as he tentatively licked over the path his finger had just taken, rimming the edge of the plug.
My body quaked and I fought to remain still. Every nerve screamed for more, more, more and all the moisture in my body flooded my cunt. He'd have no doubt at all about how much I liked that. The evidence slid down my inner thigh. He traced the contour a second time, his tongue firmer, more certain.
“God, Luca, please.” I moaned, unsure what I was asking for, but knowing I wanted more.
“I'm going to take this out.” Luca eased his fingers beneath the edge of the stiff base and tugged lightly.
I whimpered, but didn't argue.
Luca hesitated. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. I think so.” I spoke clearly again. I couldn't take another spank. Not then. I was teetering on the edge of something big and didn't know what it would take to push me over. I'd never felt anything like it before.
“I'll go slow.” Luca gripped the base more firmly, his fingers pinching against the puckered flesh of m
y asshole. I didn't know that slow would be any better than fast, but trusted Luca to take me where I needed to go. “You have to help, Mari. Push against it.”
As good as his hands felt on my body, his fingers probing around the plug, there was absolutely nothing sexy about him telling me to shit out that plug. I would have laughed, but I was afraid to even move. Everything was over sensitized and dangerously close to the surface. I did as he asked and the plug shifted.
“Good girl.” Luca smoothed his palm against my low back, locking me in place. He urged me to release until the plug was fully out and I felt an emptiness I'd never before experienced. It was startling. As foreign as it had felt to put it in that morning, it was far, far worse to have him remove it.
I couldn't help it, I cried out at the loss.
“Shh, I've got you.” Luca soothed as he moved into position behind me. “I wanted to play with you more, but you obviously need me here.”
He held the crown of his cock against my anus and pushed slightly. The pressure was reassuring, comforting in the promise that I'd soon be filled again. I relaxed and let him find his way.
He pushed until the head was inside. “Is this okay?”
“Yes.” I gripped the blankets hard, desperate to hold on to something. As good as it felt to not be so empty, it was completely different from the familiar feeling of the silicone inside me.
I heard a muffled popping sound and felt cool liquid against my ass hole. I could tell by his movements that Luca was smoothing lube over his cock. He traced the rim of my anus with his finger, and then gave several short mini-thrusts to work the lube into me. The burning heat was replaced with cool gliding, solid pressure.
“Sorry. Should have done that first,” he said.
I pushed back against him slightly. Not far enough to earn a reprimand, just enough to let him know I was okay to go ahead. “I'm good. Keep going.”
“Sure?” He'd been this way the first time I'd taken him into my throat, hesitant, solicitous. As much as he wanted, desperately wanted, to be as deep inside me as he could reach, he was even more concerned that his actions might cause me pain. He took it slow and easy until we were both certain I could take more. Prior to that night, I’d given him several blow jobs, but letting him fuck my throat was a completely different experience, and not something we repeated often.
“I'm sure. It feels good.” It did, not the same way it did when he filled my cunt. But I felt so deliciously dirty to be spread open like that, taking him inside me this way. I didn't know if I could come from him fucking my ass alone, but it would take me pretty damn close.
“I'm going to push a little more.” Luca talked me through it, as his cock slipped farther inside me. He stopped again and bent low over my back, panting and tense. “God you feel so fucking good.”
“Keep going.”
“You sure?” Luca's voice trembled from holding back.
“Yes.”
Luca pushed until he sank into me fully, stopping only when I felt the coarse brush of hair pressing against the sensitive skin of my buttocks.
“I'm in,” he gasped.
“Give me a minute.” I dropped my body weight fully onto my head and shoulders and just rested there, trying to adjust to the feeling of him inside me. He reached deeper than the plug, but wasn’t nearly as thick. The sensation was familiar, yet unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I could feel him twitch and throb inside me, his legs straining against me, desperate to move, but holding back because I asked him to. I clenched my eyes shut and just let myself experience the moment.
“Are you okay?” Luca gripped my hips, his fingers digging in and massaging in a comforting rhythm. He always seemed to know, at a subconscious level, exactly what my body needed.
I nodded, my eyes still closed, but not quite so tightly. “Go slow.”
“You sure?” Even as he asked the question, he was pulling back, easing the length of his cock out until only the barest tip remained inside.
“Yes.” I gasped and held my breath as he pushed in again. He moved with excruciating care, so slow his progress was barely perceivable. But I still felt every burning moment. It seared my insides, flaring white and hot through my belly and cunt in a way that made me think that maybe, just maybe, I could come from being fucked this way. “More lube, please.”
It was strange being that desperately wet and yet still need the addition of lube to our sex act. We’d done enough that I trusted my body to know what it needed, and I trusted Luca enough to vocalize those needs. This one, however, still felt oddly misplaced.
The cool gel liquid of the lube soothed the rim of my anus as Luca added more. He moved his hips to work it around until he was able to glide with no resistance. “Better?”
“Yes. Definitely.”
“Hold on.” Luca wrapped his arm around my waist and pressed his palm flat against my lower abdomen. He hiked my hips up higher in the air and simultaneously pushed against the back of my neck with his other hand, pinning my upper body and dragging my ass up for better access. This was one of his favorite positions. He pushed against my neck and shoulders firmly, commanding me to stay put with his touch. “Just like this. I’m going to fuck you now.”
Luca’s words pulled a moan from deep inside me. It originated, I’m sure, somewhere in my cunt, and traveled up and out my throat in a low, desperate growl. Luca replaced his hands on my hips, his fingers digging in harder than before, and then he started to fuck me in earnest. No more careful, gentle exploration. He had permission to move, knew I was okay and eager to accept him fully, and he no longer held back.
“Mari,” Luca keened, a sound I rarely heard from him. “Mari, Jesus, so good. I can’t last. You’re so fucking tight.” He accentuated tight with a particularly hard thrust that flattened my body into the bed. He grunted and hauled me back into position. His hips never stopped fucking into me. He moved with a desperate, barely controlled rutting and I knew he was going to come before I could reach orgasm myself. That never, ever happened. He was far too careful with me.
“Luca, wait.”
“Jesus, fuck, Mari. Touch yourself. Please. I’m so fucking close.”
With permission to move, my hand flew to my clit. I was so wound from Luca’s attention already that night, it took only a few circles, a matter of seconds, for my body to clench, quaking, on the precipice of release.
“God, now. Come now.” Unlike his usual command, this was a plea. Luca was beyond his own control and knew it.
Heat and power built inside me, throbbing with each thrust and swipe over my clit. I climbed, and then flew, energy bursting through me like a nova of light. As my body shook with my orgasm, I felt Luca clench and jerk, coming inside me in a way that shook his whole body.
“Fuck.” He collapsed on top of me, his cock still inside my ass, as his body twitched and spasmed through the aftershocks of his orgasm. “Fuck.”
Luca brushed my hair out of my face and twisted his body until he could kiss my mouth. His weight pressed me firmly into the mattress, grounding me in a way that I very much needed after such a powerful experience.
He eased out and rolled to the side then pressed his body tight against me and held me as we both tried to bring our breathing back to normal. I felt empty, but the yearning I felt earlier had been sated. Now I was just sore and ready for a break. My body, however, was a mess. I needed a shower before I could give in to the pull of sleep.
I started to rise and Luca pulled me back down. I turned until we were curled against one another, face to face. Luca stared into my eyes with so many questions rising to the surface in his. He gently smoothed my hair back and tucked it behind my ear.
“What?” I smiled softly at him.
“Tell me what I can do.” He held my gaze. The look in his eyes was searching, and painfully vulnerable.
“What do you mean?” I wanted to avert my eyes, to seek a moment of reprieve from the intensity focused upon me, but I didn’t.
“What do I nee
d to do to make you believe in us?”
His words tore at me, knotting my stomach until I was on the verge of saying yes, I’m ready. I knew in my heart I wasn’t, but Luca knew just the right way to touch me emotionally as well as physically.
“I’m not trying to rush you. Not anymore. I just want to understand.” He curled his fingers around mine and my resistance crumbled even further.
“Our relationship has been like a fairy tale,” I said. “You sweep in and rescue me from my life on Friday and return me to it on Sunday night. Everything we share feels so far removed from my day to day existence. How do I know that we’ll survive merging the two? How can you be so sure?”
“I love you. That’s enough.”
“Maybe,” I agreed and gave in to the sweet kiss he pressed against my lips. Maybe it would work. Maybe we would last. For now, though, I wasn’t quite willing to risk the fairy tale in order to find out. I wanted to hold on to my Prince Charming as long as possible. No matter what Disney splashed at the end of their movies, Happily Ever After was not guaranteed.
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Luca stepped into the shower and pulled me in after, shielding my body from the spray. He liked it hotter than I did, so he enjoyed the higher temp for a few moments then adjusted it to a level we could both stand.
He encircled me with his arms and pulled me tight against his chest, then turned until my back was to the stream of water. It felt glorious, the water massaging my back and Luca’s solid form pressing against my front. As always when we were naked and close together, he got hard. His cock lengthened and strained against my belly.
In spite of that, showering together is an act of extreme coordination. It looks sexy in the movies, but it’s mostly about adjusting and getting out of the way so you can each take care of personal hygiene needs.
Luca soaped his body with a bar of organic goat’s milk soap he liked to use that lathered in his chest hair and made the rest of his body slick to the touch. He moved the soap over his private parts with an efficiency that made me wish he’d linger just a little longer. Then he shampooed his hair, rinsed, and it was my turn. I reached for the bottle of freesia scented bodywash that he keeps because he likes the way it smells on my skin. Luca intercepted my hand and pulled it to his mouth. He kissed my knuckles and said, “Allow me.”