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by SJ Molloy


  I move my hips back and up, then grind down slowly on him. Our heavy breathing is now in sync, pleasurable noises involuntarily escape us; it feels celestial. The water has begun to thrash around us. I’m moving myself as he lets go of my hips and grabs both my breasts and massages them with pressure. He moves his hips back slightly as I lift up again. He meets me, thrusting into me, causing me to close my eyes and cry with joy.

  “Lexi, open your eyes. I want to know you are okay. I want to see you.” I open them at his request, and smile at him, moistening my lips as seductively as possible. “Fuck, you are sexy as hell when you do that,” he croons.

  Picking up rhythm, moving back and forth frantically, he deepens his pressure, giving me sweet throbbing stimulation and meeting me thrust for thrust. I instinctively lift my hands up and place them over his on my breast and squeeze.

  “Are you trying to kill me? Keep doing it. I want to watch you, baby.”

  He moves his hands back to my hips, leaving me holding onto my breasts as I rub my hands over them, moving them, tormenting them with pressure, then squeezing, nipping and stretching my hard nipples as he did earlier. God, this is so erotic. I lift up again and push myself on his warm, thick length, marginally swelling inside my contracting core.

  “Fucking hell, Lexi. You are sending me over the edge. I’m nearly there. I need you to come, baby,” he growls through clenched teeth.

  We both raucously shout out each other’s name, shattering into earth-moving intense climax, releasing our sex juices to one another at the same time. I lose myself to him, almost choking on my hitched heartbeat in my throat. Throwing my head back, I arch my spine, bite my lip and take every flutter, throb and tingle I can while still moving back and forth. Wave after wave of stimulated sensory thrashes through me as my body liquefies in gratification. Lucca has thrown his head back also and is resting it on the back of the tub, palpitating his chest up and down, exhaling all his held breath and flaring rosiness to his flushed cheeks.

  I surrender as I throw myself onto him and wrap my hands around his neck, lacing my fingers in his dark wavy hair. He holds me tightly, panting, frantically kissing me on the side of my head...on my cheeks...below my ears...on my lips...

  I am utterly sated and content. I don’t want to move.

  “Lexi baby, are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asks breathlessly, stroking my back.

  “No, I feel amazing. That was the nicest experience I’ve ever had,” I reply sleepily, completely spent. I lift up and take his face in my hand, staring into his eyes, and still clenched around his semi-erect manhood.

  “What’s wrong? Did you not enjoy it?” I ask worriedly.

  “God, I loved it. That feeling of you, of us together...Lexi, I have never loved anyone as much.”

  “Why the sad face then?” I hesitantly ask.

  “I’m overwhelmed with feelings for you, Lexi. I care a lot for you, and it’s upsetting when I hear you say things...”

  “Things like what?” I ask reluctantly.

  “When you said this was the nicest experience you have had, it saddens me that you’ve clearly had a disturbed past. I wish I could take it away,” he mutters.

  “I don’t want you to worry about me or my past. I can’t talk about it, Lucca. Please don’t make me,” I plead.

  He doesn’t press me. “Lexi, I’m pained you’ve had to suffer in the past and are troubled. I want to change that. I want to be able to give you these nice experiences every minute of every day. You’re so innocent and beautiful...you deserve this.” He sighs.

  I kiss his warm, soft lips and mumble against them, pressing my forehead on his, “I was worried you didn’t enjoy it.” I look down shyly.

  He lifts my chin so I’m meeting his eyes. “Lexi, I died and went to heaven, and I’m still floating. I want more of this...”

  I smile at him as he traces his thumb across my eyebrow, then down and over my cheekbone. I close my eyes and lean into him again, relaxing in this embrace. We both laugh hearing Al Green’s Lets Stay Together. “You have an interesting playlist.” I giggle. Our breathing has slowed down now as we relax. I slowly lift off him and wince a little before turning around and slumping onto his chest. He passes me my champagne flute, and I take another long sip of the beautiful fizz. I close my eyes and wonder if anyone else in the world is having the same pleasurable experience at this moment.

  “Are you taking birth control?” Lucca asks out of the blue.

  “Yes, I’m on the pill.” I take them to make my periods more regular and lighter.

  “Good.” He kisses the side of my head.

  “Oh No!” I cry out.

  “ What? What’s wrong?”

  “I took my pill last night, but I vomited, remember? I should take another just in case it wasn’t absorbed properly.”

  “Good thinking. I’ll take you to your room to get them, and you can get your stuff.”

  “What do you mean get my stuff?”

  “I want to move you in here with me for your holiday stay.”

  “Lucca, I can’t. It’s not appropriate and poor Hazel. She brought me here to cheer me up. I can’t abandon her.” Although, if this is the attention I’m to receive, I’d love more of it.

  “I’ll speak to Hazel. You look pretty cheered up to me.” He laughs.

  “Very funny, smart ass...” I splash him with the water. “Lucca, we didn’t use a condom. Are you…?”

  “Yes, I’m clean,” he answers.

  “How can you be so sure? You’ve obviously had other sexual partners.”

  “Because I’ve only ever skipped the condom with you and one other woman, and that was a long term relationship I was in. I’ve been tested, and I’m clear. I’ve always used a condom with the others.” His thumb circles around my hip bone and down to my navel, causing light fluttering in my tummy.

  I’m relieved, but feel slightly sick. He is insinuating there have been a lot more, and I’m sure the women fall at his feet. “Others...how many others are we talking about?” I’m being irrational.

  “It doesn’t matter. It’s all irrelevant because nobody has made me feel the way you do, and nobody has made me lust for them the way I do for you.”

  “Why won’t you tell me? It won’t make a difference about the way I feel towards you.”

  “Yes, it will, and you don’t seem to be the most confident of ladies.”

  I’m not happy with his answer, but of course, he’s right. I’m insecure enough without knowing the details.

  “And how do you feel about me?”

  I’m taken off guard by this. “Well, I thought it was obvious. I should let my eyes, my lips and hips answer this question,” I tease, trying to pass off explaining my deepest feelings.

  He snuggles me in tighter against him. “I’d like that very much. You can tell me with all of your body anytime anywhere, but eventually I’d like you to be able to tell me from your heart and mind.”

  “Okay, I’ll try, but I need time. And in answer to your question, I’ve never felt this way towards anyone.” He leans down and kisses my lips happily. “The relationship…are you married?” I’m praying he says no; I don’t want my heart to be crushed already.

  “No, I’m not married. Why would you think that?”

  “Were you married before?”

  “No, I’ve never been married. It was a relationship a long time ago, all in my past.” He kisses the side of my head, but I have a feeling this will fester with me. It appears I have a streak of jealousy.

  Oh my goodness. What has come over me?

  Posessive.

  “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to pry. It’s none of my business,” I apologetically say.

  “I’m making you my business, my only business. Nothing or no one else matters to me. You have whirled into my life, Doc, and stolen my heart. You’re stuck with me now because I’m stuck on you. Besotted, in fact.”

  This makes me smile. Folded, crumbled and melted. He has me!

 
We drink some more champagne, and talk about cooking and what led Hazel and I to be here. He asks me about my work and why I wanted to go into Physiotherapy.

  Shit, I completely forgot about his back!

  “Lucca, I forgot about your back! I was so wrapped up with my own thoughts I forgot to ask, I’m so sorry, you must think I’m terrible.”

  “My back is great. Never been better after your expert hands were on it. I find it so endearing the way you care for people. Such a beautiful quality to have.” I trail my fingers lightly over his legs. I could stay in here forever. “Come on, the water is getting cold. You ready to get out?”

  He stands up, causing the water to sway up the sides of the tub, and lifts me up and out of the bath. We smile at some of the blue petals that have suctioned onto our wet skin. We peel the petals from one another, then he lifts a hot towel off the heated towel rail and carefully dries me, patting my skin. I notice he takes his time studying my back. He’s confused, or angry, or maybe even disgusted. I don’t know. I look down, but he instantly lifts my head.

  “Will you stop looking down?” he insists.

  “Will you stop nagging me?” I mimic his tone, then we chuckle together. “Thank you for a lovely afternoon, and taking care of me. I feel very lucky and happy right now.”

  He stops and looks at me, hugging me tenderly, and looking into my eyes. “You are the sweetest thing, Lexi Robertson.”

  “How do you know my surname?”

  “It’s on your booking form in my grandparents study.”

  For a moment, I went back to stranger danger mode thinking I was being stalked. I put the white robe back on after Lucca towel dries me.

  “Lucca, I’m going to my room to get fresh clothes and to put some makeup on.”

  “Okay, I’ll come and get you shortly. Are you sore, between your legs? How do you feel? And how’s your head?”

  “I’m fine, actually. My head is giddy from the champagne, but all good between my legs.” I kiss him on the lips.

  “Good because I plan to spend a lot of time between your legs.” He cups my sex over the robe while flashing me his sexy smile.

  Oh my God.

  Swatting his hand away, I giggle, then head off to my room before I crumble again.

  Chapter 13

  Tiramisu – ‘Pick me up’

  I walk into my room, and it feels strange. Almost unfamiliar. I was only in here a short time yesterday, so I’m thankful I unpacked, and that I know where to find everything. On the freshly changed bed sheets, I notice a small box sitting on my pillow wrapped in silver paper with a blue iris flower perched on top, and a note propped up against it. Confused, I walk over to the bed, sit down, pick it up, and open the card…

  Blue Orchid. Virilità, della fertilità e della sessualità. Yin e Yang – la bellezza e la forza

  The Blue Orchid. Virility, fertility and sexuality. Yin and Yang – beauty and strength.

  I have never felt lust like this; I want to keep you safe forever. X

  I smile, thinking of the blue orchid flower he placed in my hair. I open the box to reveal a very expensive, designer looking red leather box with a gold clasp on the front. Surprised, I open it to reveal an elegant, Cartier, ballon bleu pave, diamond watch. The watch is white gold, completely paved in iridescent diamonds with a classy, dark-blue hand on the sophisticated dial .There is a description card which states it is an 18-carat diamond set watch in an 18-carat white gold casing.

  What the fuck?

  I lift it out of the box and stare at it, softly trailing my fingers across its beauty. I can’t accept this. It’s a ridiculous gift, to exquisite to waste on me. What is he thinking buying something like this? I put it neatly in its expensive box.

  I pull a black fitted shift dress out of the wardrobe in the arch and a little black and silver belt, leaving them on the bed. I put a pale-pink lace panties and bra set on, then walk over to the ensuite where I start to apply my makeup. My hair is still in its shaggy bun on top of my head from the bath. I stand for a moment and look at myself in the mirror. My eyes are glowing, bright, wide and alive from my lovemaking, but my body is dull, scratched, cut and bruised. I look a sight. I close my eyes and think of the last twenty-four hours.

  What on earth has gotten into me?

  I’m swollen and almost numb almost down below, but I’m definitely not telling Lucca. He’ll freak out and then I won’t get any more attention down there. I feel two hands snake around my waist, traveling up towards my breasts. I know its Lucca. It’s his scent I smell. It’s his touch I’ve become accustomed to.

  I open my eyes and see his lustful eyes taking me in. “My God, you are beautiful.” I blush and look down, but he lifts my chin and twirls me around, wrapping his hands around the small of my back. “I thought I told you not to do that.” He sounds irate. “Lexi, you look amazing baby. I don’t want to go to dinner. I want to stay here and make love to you again.”

  I can feel his erection pressing against me. I look at him in the mirror; he looks handsome as hell in a body hugging, pale-grey designer shirt, tailored black trousers and an expensive looking belt. He looks sophisticated, sexy, smart...and he has his arms around me.

  “Lucca, about the watch...I can’t accept it,” I stammer out pathetically.

  He looks hurt. “Lexi, I picked this for you. I want you to have this. Please, don’t reject it. I need to give you this. When I saw you lying on the concrete last night, it was my worst nightmare. I really need you to wear this.”

  “Why? You don’t have to give me anything. You’ve already given me enough. You’ve been caring, kind, understanding, and ignored my insecurities. I’ve not let anyone do that before. Ever.”

  “WHAT THE FUCK? JESUS CHRIST, LEXI! HAVE YOU SEEN THIS?” Hazel screams from the bedroom.

  “She’s vocal, and she has a colourful vocabulary,” Lucca says and I burst into laughter. I walk over to the door and open it. Hazel is standing next to the bed with the watch in her hand.

  “Do you know how much these things cost?” she screeches.

  “I don’t know, but I’m not keeping it,” I say. I hear footsteps behind me.

  “What do you mean you’re not keeping it? You bloody well are.” Lucca sounds mad and is gripping his forehead with his middle finger and thumb. “Hi, Hazel,” Lucca mumbles under his furious breath.

  “Lucca, sorry. I didn’t know you were in there,” Hazel replies.

  “Why won’t you accept this gift? It’s for you, and I want you to have it.” He’s angry.

  “It’s beautiful, but it’s far too expensive, so I’m not accepting it. You must return it,” I demand, feeling pressure from both Hazel and Lucca.

  “No, I want you to wear it, and I won’t take no for an answer,” he retorts.

  We argue like this back and forth while Hazel sprawls herself on the chaise lounge grinning like a Cheshire cat from ear to ear. Bloody bitch thinks it’s amusing.

  “How did you even get it? We’ve been together all day,” I ask curiously.

  “When I made my calls, I had Marco go and pick it up from a store in Florence. I know the manager there.” I shake my head, but don’t bother to ask any more questions.

  “Hazel, your hair. It’s straight! You look lovely, and your outfit is matching,” I say sarcastically, trying to change the subject.

  “Cheeky bitch, but thanks. I had a little present of my own sitting on my pillow,” she adds, running her hands down her poker straight hair. I turn and look at Lucca confused. He grins and shrugs his shoulder. “Lucca I know you left them, so thank you very much, I appreciate it. I wouldn’t have coped with frizzy hair for two weeks.” Hazel smiles at Lucca, kisses his cheek, then slouches down again.

  What, so they’re best friends now?

  I get my dress and wiggle into it before Lucca’s burning hungry gaze. I spray some perfume, apply my new lip-gloss and undo my messy bun, allowing my hair to tumble freely down my back. They both stare at me as I unravel my soft wavy loc
ks.

  “Lexi, you are a lucky girl. Your hair is amazing! I’m so jealous,” Hazel says. For the first time in my life, I agree. I am lucky.

  “You look beautiful, girls,” Lucca says, taking my hand. We begin to walk out of the room.

  “Oh wait, my pill.” I take two pills with some water and put my gloss, pills and mobile in my black, suede, clutch bag to take downstairs to dinner. Lucca holds my wrist. “Please, Doc. I want you to wear the watch. You’ll offend me if you don’t.”

  “Why did you buy me an expensive watch? You didn’t need to. Please, don’t spend your money on me.”

  “I notice you don’t wear a watch, and when I saw you in the clinic you told me you don’t have one. Now put it on and stop arguing with me.” He slides the watch over my wrist. It’s cold touching my skin. “Qualcosa di special… something special” he adds, and it truly is something special. It’s beautiful, glistening and fits my wrist perfectly. I can’t stop staring at it.

  “Thank you. I love it. You’re right, it is something very special,” I whisper as I kiss his lips.

  Fuck!

  File E for extravagance. Extravagant gift I need to explain to Mom, Granny and Grandpa.

  When we arrive downstairs, I can hear the romantic Italian music playing from the lounge area. It makes me blush thinking about this afternoons antics in the bathtub. Lucca has a tight grasp of my hand. We walk in and hear everyone chatting and laughing in conversation. The room stills and everyone is quiet, turning to look at me. Smiling, they come over to greet us.

  Ground please open up now. How mortifying.

  I’m the centre of attention, and it is really the last place I want to be. I lower my head with embarrassment, but Lucca lifts it back up and puts his arm around me.

  “Lexi bella ragazza, you look much better. Did I not tell you Lucca would take good care of you?” Sofia kisses me on both cheeks and holds my hand. She smiles down at the watch. “Such beauty for a beautiful girl.” She must have known about this, and she seems delighted with my new gift.

  “Sofia, I want to thank you for everything you’ve done, and to apologize again for last night. I’m very sorry.” I half-smile with my apprehensive timid look.

 

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