by SJ Molloy
He opens the door and looks horrified to see me slumped down on the floor with my head leaning against the wall. He doesn’t say anything; he just sits down in front of me and puts his hands at the sides of my head. Holding me there, he stares straight into my eyes. God, he’s so infatuating. My pulse quickens, my skin tingles and then I start shaking all over again.
He faces me and sits up on his knees, lifting me up with him, so that I’m sitting on my knees as well. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulls me into his chest and drops his head on my shoulder, burying it into my tousled hair. In response, I wrap my arms around his neck and squeeze as if I am clinging onto dear life. My chest is rising up and down in rhythm with my heavy breathing as I quiver and twirl his long hair in my fingers. Unfamiliar feelings of lust have claimed me.
Lust?
Lucca’s breathing has become erratic, almost needy, filled with urgency and desire. He squeezes me hard and I wince. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Are you okay?” he asks in his husky sexy voice, dipping his head to gaze into my eyes.
“Yes,” I sob.
He lifts his head from my shoulder. “No, Lexi, please don’t cry. I’ve got you, and nothing is ever going to happen to you again. I promise I have you, dolcezza.”
These words are my undoing. I let go with renewed force, uncontrollable crying, my shoulders shrugging up and down with each heavy sob, pools of tears dripping down my cheeks.
“Lucca, it’s just...I have never…well, never been like this before or let go in front of…I’ve never had these feelings before with anyone. You confuse me and provoke emotions in me...I’m sorry,” I sniffle.
“Sssshhhh, it’s alright.” He entwines our fingers, fisting our hand together, then slides it around my body to rest on the bottom of my back. It’s a firm, close protective hold on me, and I like it. “It’s me who should be apologizing. I distressed you last night, and I’ve done it again. Please forgive me.”
He places his forehead against mine, and we sit quietly for a few minutes. When he releases both hands and holds them on my waist, I don’t protest, dropping my head on his shoulder as I feel a rush of blood. He holds one hand on my waist and the other on the back of my head, stroking my hair, then places a gentle kiss on the top of my head, one soft, caring kiss that feels divine.
This is wrong on so many levels. Why am I not stopping it?
I lift my head, tears trickling down and wetting my lips. As I coyly pass a piece of hair through my fingers that brushes against my moistened mouth, he groans in response. “Fuck…you’re so fucking sexy. It’s unreal.”
He lifts both hands up to the side of my face, leans forward and ever so softly kisses me chastely on the lips, keeping his eyes fixated on mine. It’s warm and tender...so nice, so welcomed. He now shuts his eyes and pauses before releasing his lips, faltering his breath. Opening his eyes, he looks at me to see my reaction. I stare at him with wide my own desirable eyes as he leans back in to do it again. My sensitive area is throbbing, pulsating with longing and in need of passionate lust. I react to his kiss by tilting my head and opening my mouth to allow him access as he grasps the nape of my neck and enters my mouth with his tongue.
An explosion of sweet pleasure...a heady explosion...my tongue touching his, swirling and teasing, back, forth and sideways acclimating to his merciless tongue.
I feel his erection through his cargo shorts pressing into my stomach. He wants me as much I think I want him. My sensitive womb is vibrating with want in response to the slow seductive kissing. I lift my hands and run my fingers through his hair. My nipples are pebbling, straining against the lace of my bra as I push my tender, aching breasts forward, my nipples tightening as they touch his chest. His tongue caresses mine, seducing me—it’s divine.
I want this. I need this. I can do this.
He takes his hand to my back and strokes down my spine with his fingers, all the way to the dimples above my ass and back up again. I throw my head back and groan with anticipation, tilting my head to the side as he kisses my exposed neck, pulling me in closer. I arch my back and push myself forward, desperately seeking more. He lifts up the bottom of my floaty dress, drawing his hand slowly up my leg and cupping my ass, causing me to tremble slightly. His hand is sprawled across my ass cheek, warm, smooth and tantalizing, tracing the hem of my black lace panties, causing me to reverberate with shivers, teasing me with sensual kisses on my neck.
“You are so fucking beautiful. Perfect. I can’t resist you. I’ve never desired anyone as much as I do you.”
I lift my head and hold his face, offering my tongue to him again. Furtively, I inhale, luxuriating with his words which ignite all my erogenous zones. Stopping to look at me, he stares right into my eyes, silently asking for approval.
“Yes,” I whisper, surrendering to my body’s desire.
He slowly unzips my dress and teasingly lifts the straps off my shoulder, careful not to touch the square dressing on my shoulder and arm. I feel my sex becoming more wet, soaking me with desire. I need him, my body wants him. He lets the dress drop around my waist in a delicate whisper of swishing fabric, then stands, lifting me off the floor with him. The dress falls to my ankles in a bright pool of electric blue.
I am swimming in unfamiliar waters and I want nothing more than to swim away from the shore right now.
He looks at my exposed body and draws his breath, holding it. His eyes widen, and he shyly smiles. “God, Lexi. You are fucking beautiful… I can’t take my eyes off you. I want you to be mine; I need you to be mine. There is something about you, something I feel every time I look at you.”
His hands trail across my bra and over my panties. I press myself against him, savoring his words as my heartbeat speeds, my pulse quickens...I’m panting. It’s so erotic, so desirable.
Finding courage, I kiss below his ear, and his neck, circling my tongue in soft wet strokes as he did to me...kissing his jaw, his neck, down towards his broad shoulder, exploring his toned skin with my lips and tongue. Groaning, he places one hand on my ass, squeezing and pulling me toward him as his hand moves lightly and seductively across my navel, then under my panties. My skin erupts in an explosion of goosebumps, and the intense reaction when he touches my wet flesh sends surges of energy to my very core, heady, intense lustful energy. He gently strokes and caresses my pulsating flesh.
“God, this feels amazing,” I whisper as my pupils dilate and a new rush overwhelms me. I’m receptive to his touch, hungry for more.
“You feel amazing. So fucking wet...God, Doc, you’re sexy as fuck.”
I throw my head back enjoying the covetous sensation, and he kisses my neck again, his fingers circling my wet clit.
This is so hot.
He is so hot.
Oh my God...
I am so hot.
Hot, hot, hot.
He moves his fingers back and forth, pushing two fingers inside of me, and my stomach knots in two. “Let me fuck you with these. I want to pleasure you. Watch you come for me.”
I need this, want this.
“Yes.”
My body shows him just how much I want this. The drenched, swollen muscles of my core tighten around his plunging fingers, responding to the sublime intrusion. My body is ready to pulsate in rhythmic grinds against his expert touch. I’m possessed.
My body is losing control.
I’m losing control…
My hips begin thrusting forward in response to his fingers sliding in and out of me. He uses his thumb to circle my clit while his fingers ram into my tight hot sensitive channel, fucking my sex and stimulating my swollen g-spot. He lowers my bra strap and kisses the dressing on my shoulder chastely, then trails sexy, dirty kisses this time down my neck towards my swollen breasts, running his tongue along the decadent lace edge of my bra.
Oh my God!
Without hesitation, he tugs my lace bra cups down to let my breasts spring free. “Fuck,” he moans raggedly as his own breathing becomes desperate an
d deep. He pulls his t-shirt over his head, revealing his impeccably toned muscular chest...his smooth dark skin...his eight pack rippled abs...
Virile.
His fingers and thumb continue to tease my soaked arousal.
Oh my God.
This…his touch, his body...this will undo me.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I want you, all of you, beautiful and sexy hot. I’m desperate for you, dolcezza. Jesus, Lexi, you’re blowing my mind.”
He sounds downright sexy as he pushes his fingers in and out of me, circling my throbbing spot and trailing kisses down to my breasts. Pushing them forward, he takes my right nipple in his fingers, squeezing and nipping it.
I am lusting for this.
My muscles start to tense. I’m nearing my orgasm, I can feel it. “Lucca, I’m going to …”
“Let it go. Come for me, Lexi.”
Sweet Jesus.
I let go…
I throw my head back, yelling incoherently as I orbit into combustion, triggering the most sensuous, amazing, splintering orgasm, coming around his clamped fingers as I thrust my hips back and forth. I grip his back with my hands and clench every muscle in my body.
“Fuck me… dolcezza. That was sexy as fuck. I could watch you do that all day,” he says, tormenting my nipples with laps of his tongue.
He gently pulls his fingers out of me, leaving a pulsing want, and circling his wet fingers around my nipples. He leans down and licks my salty arousal off them. “Hmm, you taste too good. I need more of this.”
Did he just do and say that?
“Off.” With a directive greedy hunger, he grabs the side of my panties and yanks them down my legs in one swift pull. Willingly, I step out of them for him. “Jesus, you’re so fucking hot. Spread your legs. I’m going to make you come again. It’s so goddamn mind blowing watching you. Hold on, my dolcezza. This will be intense.”
I grip his shoulders and almost combust again at his words. Not just an Italian God. He’s an Italian sex God.
He bends down and kneels in front of me, grabbing my left leg and lifting it off the floor, placing it over his broad shoulder. He pushes me back against the tiles, and starts to kiss my navel, making his way down to my sweet spot and placing soft kisses until he reaches my clit. My heart labours in my chest with anticipation just before his shameless tongue touches my sweet sex...
Sweet contact…
Sweet Jesus!
His tongue makes expert work lapping...circling...teasing...it’s intoxicating. I have never felt anything like this, and I don’t want him to stop. He puts two fingers back inside me as I moan, then uses his tongue to spread my wetness, pulsating on the most sensitive spot which is still sparked by my recent climax.
“Lucca, Jesus. I’m...”
I grab his hair and throw my head back, closing my eyelids behind the flashing lights, quivering and shaking. Throbbing. I thrash my head from side to side, forgetting my earlier aches and pains when I reach another cusp of ecstasy.
“That was amazing,” I pant breathlessly. It was intense. I feel tender, and my breathing is erratic. He places my leg down and kisses the top of my thigh...my pubis...my navel...my stomach. Standing up, he kisses my breasts, twirling my nipples and taking them in his mouth, sucking vigorously in turn.
It’s bliss.
It’s lust.
He pulls me into his toned muscular chest, and my breasts push against his hard brawny chest. He undoes his cargo shorts and lets them fall to the floor. Standing in his impressive glory, his whole body is magnificent. His erection springs free...
Holy hell!
It’s large. Intimidatingly large. He is ready for me.
He pushes himself against me then lifts me up so that my legs wrap around his waist. Holding one arm under my ass and one behind my head, he pauses and looks at me. Kissing my lips, he murmurs, “Do you want this? Can I have you?”
“Yes, I want you so badly,” I reply.
“Good because I need to fuck you so badly. Jesus, I need to be inside you, Lexi.”
He passionately kisses me, our tongues swirling in a dirty, sexy kiss. He repositions himself, holding my ass to pull me in towards him. Releasing his arm from my head, he grabs hold of his cock by the root and teases my wet swollen folds with his engorged head by stroking me with it then slowly enters me. My eyes close as I adjust to the feeling of him, then he moves back and forward until he is fully inside in one deep thrust.
“Jesus, you feel fucking amazing. You fit me so well. You’re so tight and perfect, Lexi.” He’s impaling me with his thick, long shaft and I’m accepting all of it. I wince a little at the sensation.
Pain and pleasure.
He stills, biting his lips and closing his eyes, then powerfully pushes his hips upwards to take me deeper. “Christ, Lexi. You feel sensational. I don’t want this moment to end.”
I grab his hair and frantically kiss him with a wanton desperation. It’s his prompt to start a rhythm, moving back and forth, going deeper with every thrust. The knots in my stomach have doubled again. It’s so intensely deep, and I’m in a heady trance of raptured sensation.
“Are you okay? Can you take more?” he grinds through clenched teeth.
“Yes, I want you! All of you!” I cry, digging my nails into his back.
“Jesus, Lexi, what are you doing to me?” He hammers into me, giving me his full length and girth, pushing me further up the marble tiles.
My God, he was holding back!
He repeats this again and again, pumping frantically and causing me to whimper and cry in gratification. His mouth marries mine to muffle my screams. He rocks faster, deeper, tightening his grip around my ass and legs. I tighten my legs, contracting my sex around his shaft as he circles his hips then slams deeper, higher again.
“Lexi, I’ve never felt anything like this. You’re too fucking good. I’m nearly there. I want you to come again,” he rasps.
He thumps into me again, and it’s enough to send me over the edge. I explode around him, screaming in a frenzied sensational climax undulating in aftershocks of indulgent lust. It brings stars to my eyes, its sensory overload, and its complete carnality. I bite his bottom lip as I continue to come apart and he quickens his thrust. Tensing his body, he lets out a loud appreciative groan and shouts my name, filling me with his come.
“Fuck me,” he pants, thrusting once more as he continues to release himself inside of me. He slumps his head onto my neck, breathing frantically. His chest is lifting up and down and I feel his rapid heartbeat. I echo this as I am still in my own exhilaration. I’m completely sated.
We stand like this for a few minutes, his cock still deep inside me and I clench onto it, not wanting to let him go. He holds one hand tight around my neck and one under my ass. Trying to get my breath back, my cheeks feel flushed, and my eyes are wet.
“Lexi, did I hurt you?”
“No. It was intense, but I’m fine. My eyes are wet with pleasure, happy tears.”
“Lexi, my God, that was amazing. Thank you.”
He has thanked me. Oh my goodness. My heart is pounding a thousand beats a minute. Should I thank him?
Moments pass, He walks over to the shower, his semi erect cock inside of me warm and twitching, and frees a hand to turn on the huge power jets. Keeping a firm hold of me, we slide to the floor, this time with his back against the wall. I wrap my arms around his neck and keep my legs tightly wrapped around his waist, feeling limbless. Leaning my head in his neck, we sit and let the hot water wash our sex scented bodies. I close my eyes and inhale Lucca’s intoxicating scent, enjoying our post-coital moment.
“Lexi, are you okay?” His voice falters when he asks this.
“I’m better than okay. I couldn’t stop this. I wanted it, and I wanted you. Very much.” My voice becomes quiet with my confession.
“Lexi, I’m glad you never stopped it. Our chemistry is just so powerful. I’ve never wanted anything or anyone so much in all of my life.”
; He lifts his knees towards his body so that I need to slide at an angle. Taking my body weight, he unclasps his hands and lifts one up to stroke his thumb across my eyebrow, then down my cheek. We sit entwined like this for what feels like an eternity. He wraps his two arms around my back and hugs me tightly.
“I’m going to stand up and get us washed. Is that okay?” he asks. I’m not sure my legs can take it, but I nod my head. He stands up, lifting me with him. Turning me around, he eases out of me, and I wince, feeling raw and tender. He places me down so my back is once again against the tiles.
“What the hell?” Lucca says alarmingly.
“What?” I ask, alarmed.
“Doc, you’re bleeding.” He looks down at his penis. It’s pink with blood, and there are traces of blood dripping down my legs traveling to the drain, turning a pale pink colour with the water washing it away. I lift my hands and place them over my face, embarrassed. “Lexi, I‘ve hurt you, I’ve hurt you. I can’t believe I’ve let myself hurt you.” He sounds wounded and anxious.
“No, you never...I wanted this. I’m not sore. I’m just embarrassed,” I whisper.
Cautiously, he looks at me and asks, “Lexi, were you a virgin? Was this your first time? Fuck!”
I don’t answer him. I’m too embarrassed. I can feel my face reddening, giving away the answer to his question.
“Why didn’t you tell me? I would have been gentler. I would have taken things slower.” He is uptight, running his fingers through his long wavy dark hair, and becoming frantic with my lack of communication. I think I detect a hint of fury.
I find my confidence. “I wanted this! I was afraid it would put you off because of my inexperience, and I needed you. I desired you. It was a new experience for me, but I enjoyed every moment. I’m not sore. Truly, I’m not,” I try to say reassuringly.
He looks at me, his eyes losing their sparkle. “It’s not the point. I loved it too, Lexi. It was mind blowing, but it was wrong of me. I’m not that kind of person. I shouldn’t have used you like this.”
His eyes fill with despair. He closes them and places his forehead against mine. “Lexi, I feel sick with myself. I wish you had told me,” he croaks.