by R. R. Banks
"I don't want you to think about anything but this. Right here. Right now," he whispered.
I allowed myself to focus on how our skin felt as it touched, on how much I savored the simple feeling of our fingers intertwining as our palms pressed together. I felt a slight flutter in my belly, as a tremor of excitement and anticipation shot through me. I hadn’t felt like this in so long. Maybe ever. Luca slid even closer to me and looked down into my face.
“Can I kiss you?” he whispered.
His voice, deeper than normal, caused my lower belly to throb in response. I knew then that I was fully under his control. I nodded, and he tucked one finger under my chin. Tilting my face up to his, he pressed his mouth gently against mine. It felt like an experiment, like we were sampling each other and seeing how far we were willing to take the feelings we were experiencing. I melted into the kiss, parting my lips, allowing it to deepen. The kiss lasted for several more seconds before Luca pulled back to look into my eyes. His eyes scanned my face briefly before he pulled me closer and captured my mouth in a deeper, more intense kiss. Our mouths opened, and I felt his tongue slip into mine. The tip stroked the inside of my bottom lip and then explored further. During our kiss, Luca had somehow maneuvered me into a sitting position, and pressed his hands on the small of my back, bringing me even closer to him. By the time his mouth finally pulled away from mine, I was breathless.
"I can stop," he whispered. "But I don't want to."
His voice sounded rich and husky, laced with a desire that was almost tangible.
"I don't want you to stop," I whispered back.
Luca kissed me again, his mouth trailing down to the side of my neck. His lips running over my skin until he reached the neckline of my sweatshirt. The tip of his tongue swept along my collarbone as his fingers gathered the bottom of the shirt to pull it out of the way. I lifted my arms to let him take it off and dropped it to the floor beside the couch. I could feel my breath becoming ragged with a mix of nervousness and desire. My skin tingled expectantly when his fingertips ran from my collarbone along my chest to the tight white camisole I wore. I hadn't put on a bra, expecting the thick sweatshirt would be enough, and I knew Luca could clearly see my breasts through the thin fabric. My nipples were taut, pressing against my shirt, begging for his attention. He let out a low growl and lowered his head, covering one breast with his lips. I felt the heat of his mouth through the fabric and arched into it. He straightened before slipping the top down over my breasts, so they spilled out. Cupping them in his hands, Luca leaned down to pass his tongue over the swell of one breast. He licked and nibbled my chest on his way to the other breast. His mouth closed over my breast, the same as earlier, but now there was no fabric separating my skin from the intensity of his questing tongue. Luca moved slowly and methodically, drawing my breast deeply into his mouth while tracing my nipple with the tip of his tongue. He released my breast from his mouth and moved on to repeat the same attention to the other. I wove my fingers in his hair, encouraging his ministrations.
I was melting under his touch. I needed him. My pussy was growing hotter and wetter with each passing second. He stood and pulled me to my feet before crushing my mouth with his. He kissed me with even greater intensity and pressed his body against me. His hard cock rubbed against my stomach and I drew in a startled breath. His hands came to rest on the waistband of my pants and my mind started spinning. This was really happening. There was nothing pretend about this, nothing mocking. We were both fully aware of what was happening and completely invested in the desire and heat growing between us.
Luca
“Tell me to stop,” I murmured against her lips as I eased Roxie's leggings down.
"No," she rasped.
I moaned low in my throat when I looked down and noticed she wasn’t wearing anything under her leggings either. There was nothing holding me back from exploring her luscious body. I had to touch more of her. I peeled my shirt off, tossed it aside, then rested my hand on the inside of her knee before sliding it up between her silky thighs. I softly pressed on Roxie's inner thigh to push her legs apart a few inches. Her pink lips glistened with need for me, showing me how wet and ready she was. That thought sent my arousal even higher and I couldn't wait another second to taste her. I lowered myself down until I was on my knees with my face resting on her thighs. A devilish smile crept to my lips before I took my first taste of her sweet pussy. My god, she tasted so good. As soon as my tongue touched her swollen clit, she cried out and buried her fingers in my hair. I took it as an invitation to lavish her with focused, masterful attention, wanting to know every inch, every curve of her body. Even though I had never touched her like this before, I had thought about her so much these last few days I felt like I was relearning something I already knew. When I could tell she was getting close to the edge, I pulled my mouth away and kissed up to the center of her belly, then between the valley of her breasts to the soft dip between her collarbones. Her skin was like velvet and there was a subtle sweet and musky smell coming from her body as her arousal heightened.
As much as I enjoyed kissing and licking her, I wanted to feel more of Roxie’s body. I stretched out fully over her and rested my forehead against hers. I looked into her eyes.
"Let me take you to the bedroom," I say.
Roxie nodded, and we started for the bedroom. When she was nearly to the bed, I wrapped one arm tightly around her waist and spun her around to face me. We stumbled over toward the bed and landed on the mattress. Roxie rolled me onto my back, so she was straddling me with her upper body draped on my chest. We both lay still for a few seconds while she looked down at me. Our hard, uneven breathing reverberated around us in the dark shadows of the bedroom. She dipped her mouth down to mine and pressed her body against me in a deep, passionate kiss.
The kiss spurred the hunger within me and I used one hand on the back of her head to hold her against me to seek a closer connection between us. Our tongues met, swirling and dancing with one another as we tasted and explored each other's mouths. Sounds of pleasure reverberated off the walls as the attraction and desire that had been building between us since we first met finally exploded into an all-consuming passion. It burned in the kiss, sizzled in how our fingers traced each other's skin. Her lush breasts crushed against my chest and I felt her nipples tighten even further in response to the touch of my skin.
Roxie no longer seemed nervous. I knew she was taking this for exactly what it was. This wasn't about expectations. She wasn't trying to prove anything, and I wasn't trying to prove it to her. I wasn't thinking about anything beyond the touch of her skin. I wasn't even thinking about the next morning. All that mattered was this moment and the purely primitive pleasure we were giving each other.
I relished her freedom. I had craved her since the first time I saw her, and I didn't want to waste even a second of it. I knew this wasn't going to change our relationship. The tugging inside my heart would have to wait.
I grabbed the back of her thighs and pulled her toward me, causing her to straddle my hips. My rock-hard cock strained through the fabric of my pants toward her. It wasn't enough. I wanted to feel her quivering body. I wanted every inch of her. As if she could read my mind, Roxie lifted her upper body and pressed back to nestle her hot core against my surging erection. She rocked her hips against me and her moan told me the grinding of those sweet, tender folds against the hardness of my contained erection was only furthering her pleasure. She pressed down harder, and I could feel her wet heat seeping through my pants. She sat up, giving me a full view of her body, and arched slightly to push her breasts toward me. I reached up and cradled her breasts with my hands, kneading my fingers into the supple flesh. The stimulation of my palms brushing against her nipples hardened them and she spread her legs further as if to seek out more sensation. I sat up and wrapped one arm around her hip, flipping her onto her back in one smooth movement.
I gazed down at her, stunned by how beautiful and sexy she was. She made no move
to cover herself. Her eyes told me she was open and eagerly waiting for me to fuck her.
We forgot to close the curtains on the back window of the bedroom earlier, so even though the lights were off, I could see her body from the silvery moonlight and occasional flash of vibrant lightning that filled the space. The sound of the rain pounding on the roof seemed to create an even more private, indulgent atmosphere that made us forget everything beyond the walls of our cabin. She watched me hungrily as I pushed back away from her and stood at the end of the bed, unbuckling and removing my belt. I moved purposely. Slowly. I wanted to make sure I had every bit of her attention. I kicked them off, sliding my pants and boxers down in one movement. My thick, engorged cock sprung out and I saw Roxie's eyes lock on it. She licked her lips and I felt my stomach clench. She reached for me, and I moved forward over her, propping myself up with my hands on either side of her shoulders to give myself more leverage as we looked at one another. We spent the next few minutes kissing each other, savoring how our bodies felt as they crushed against each other, nothing separating them any longer.
Roxie suddenly broke our kiss and reached over to the small nightstand beside the bed. She opened the drawer and dipped her hand inside, searching for something. Only her fingertips could make it into the drawer, so I crawled up slightly higher on the bed to reach into it for her. My cock jumped when I felt what was inside. I withdrew one of the condoms and our eyes met. There was nothing stopping us now.
I knelt between Roxie's legs and used my knees to gently press them further apart. I grabbed her thighs and yanked her forward so that her hips lifted up and rested on my lap. I took a moment to calm down. I slowed my breathing and forced myself to move more gradually. I slowly, precisely, drew one hand down her body to glide my fingers into the soft, velvety folds of her pussy. I watched myself touch her intently, the sight of my fingers exploring her petals and dipping inside her beautiful body making me even harder. She drew her thighs further apart and I could see even more of her. I touched her more deeply and insistently, and it took only seconds before she was writhing with pleasure against the mattress.
I couldn't wait anymore. I stopped touching her and drew back. I saw a brief flicker of disappointment in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by excitement as she watched me tear open the packet and position the condom on my cock. Her eyes followed my hand as I rolled the condom down the length of my shaft. I touched the tip to the top of her slit, using the silky fluids from our bodies to massage the taut, trembling clit I had coaxed forward from its hood. Roxie gasped and gripped my thighs on either side of her, digging her fingernails into my skin in response.
Roxie lifted her hips and I plunged inside her. I groaned deeply with the sensation of burying myself deep inside her, stretching her tight walls. I didn't pause. I couldn't. Instead, I drew back and slammed back into her even harder, eliciting a sharp cry from her. The desperation of the sounds pouring from her lips only encouraged me, and I gripped her hips tighter, holding them forcefully as I pounded into her with such speed and intensity, she was soon gasping for breath.
I plunged as far inside of her as possible. Each thrust coaxed out even more delicious sounds as I seemed to reach new, intensely sensitive places inside her. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the powerful rush of emotions I was experiencing.
The pleasure was so intense I could barely control myself. I heard my own low, rhythmic grunts get deeper as I crashed into her, harder and harder. I looked down at Roxie and saw her face tight with ecstasy. My body was rushing toward climax and the erotic fascination of watching her lose herself as I fucked her was pushing me even closer to the edge. She dug my fingertips into my arms and I lost control. I arched back, roaring with my release. My cock pulsed inside the condom against her aching walls and I slid my hand between us to stroke her swollen, exposed clit with the pad of my thumb. The touch set off her own orgasm, and she screamed my name as her pussy spasmed around my cock, pulling me even deeper into her, milking me completely, until we collapsed in the middle of the bed, exhausted.
I reached down and took the condom off, throwing it away in the trash before wrapping my arms back around Roxie. With her head on my chest I relaxed into the feeling of our slick, sweaty bodies melting into one another. I had never felt this peaceful before.
Chapter Twelve
Roxie
“You're going to have fun, I promise.”
Luca looked at me with uncertainty written on his face but leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek before walking down the steps of the main building to join the group of men waiting for him. It was finally the day before Thea's wedding, and there was one last male bonding activity on the itinerary. Up until now, Luca had managed to slide under the radar and participate only in the activities I went to with him, but this morning at breakfast they had insisted he come along. When he asked what they would be doing, they all exchanged glances and then leaned toward him conspiratorially.
"It's a secret," one of Thea's cousins whispered.
"A secret?" Luca replied.
He sounded uncertain, but I couldn't blame him. People he had known for less than a week were asking him to head out into the woods with them without knowing where they were going or why. From a quick outside examination of the situation, it didn't seem like the best idea. Finally, though, one of them leaned across the table and whispered something into his ear. Luca shot a glance my way when the man first spoke but seemed to think about what he said for a few seconds before nodding.
"I'm in," he said.
Later, when I asked what they were doing after breakfast, he refused to tell me. It was as though they had taken some sort of solemn vow to not divulge what they were doing to the delicate women-folk. It was adorable, if somewhat unnerving. I was fairly certain that secret plans developed by a small group of men was the root of many of the disasters that have befallen the human race. At the same time, though, I noticed a few of the men seemed to be carrying bottles of water and boxed lunches, and one gripped a handful of life jackets. He tried to keep them out of my view, but considering this was Jonah, the cousin of Thea's who had been referred to as Ichabod more than a few times in his life, he wasn't doing the best job. I pretended not to notice them, however, deciding there was no harm in playing along. I sincerely doubted that too many of the plots to take over the world started with boxed lunches and water for men too worried to canoe without bright orange life jackets.
Serena had asked Thea for some special mother-daughter time that afternoon, so she could share the wisdoms of marriage with her only daughter, so when the men walked away, I was left to my own devices. I only had a couple of hours until I needed to start getting ready for that night's festivities. After surviving a week of hiking, making and then taking pictures of encouraging sentiments out of rocks on the beach, playing yard games, and finalizing every tiny detail I could possibly imagine existed in a wedding, I was now preparing myself for the rehearsal dinner. Although I was looking forward to the dinner and speeches, it also meant there were only two days left with Luca. We had carved out a little bit of time together the last couple of days, but we were so busy and exhausted that the only time we were alone was when I curled into his arms to sleep at night.
We never actually talked about him sharing the bed with me. But somehow, Luca had gotten into bed with me the night we watched movies and slept together for the first time, and never left. The blankets he had set up continued to lay on the floor, but at night he slipped under the covers with me and I woke with him by my side. I was thinking about that now as I walked along the porch at the side of the house. Hearing someone call my name freed me from my thoughts, and I reluctantly turned around to see Brad approaching from behind me. I guess he didn’t go out with the other men on their bonding experience, and now I felt distinctly aware of the isolated settings around us.
"What are you doing up here all by yourself?" he asked.
"I could ask you the same thing," I said. "Why aren't you with the
rest of the guys?"
On the one hand, I actually appreciated the fact that Brad stayed behind. I didn't have to worry about what was going on between Luca and him when I wasn't there. But at the same time, I just wanted him to be anywhere else but right next to me.
"I've seriously had enough of all the ‘hold hands and sing Kumbaya’ family togetherness shit," he said. "I’ll never understand why my sister had to drag her wedding out for an entire week. Doesn't she know that nobody likes these things? People go to weddings because they have to, not because they want to. No one wants to sit through a stuffy, sappy ceremony and celebrate a relationship that's probably going to end eventually."
By the end of his little speech, he had started to slightly slur his words.
Real classy, Brad.
"That is such a lovely sentiment," I said. "You should really consider putting that on your wedding invitations. I'm sure your fiancée would love to hear how whimsical and romantic you are about your future marriage."
I started to walk away and heard Brad take a step toward me.
"Oh, Roxie, don't be that way."
A thought suddenly occurred to me. How many times had I heard him say those very words before? How many times had he hurt my feelings or not shown up when he was supposed to? Or embarrassed me in some way but use that line to lure me back in? So much of our relationship could be summed up in those four words. Don’t be that way. Looking back, he was saying that to manipulate me. He wanted me to blame all our relationship issues on myself. He wanted me to believe that I could make everything better again by just not "being that way."