Lucca's Lust: The Luminara Series Book 3 (21 page)

“Yes, that is right. It is poetic.” It does not embarrass me, but now I think about it, it probably did when she told me the same thing when I was about fourteen. Smiling, I watch Nonno’s dogs run around the truffle field in the distance.

“Poetic, si. Just like you and the bella Lexi. Yin and yang.” She slowly nods her head. I have to agree. I like the analogy of Lexi and I being yin and yang. I nod back.

“That is what I wanted to talk to you about. Did you speak with Marco?” I ask. She presses her lips in a firm line.

“Nonna?” I probe, my voice drilling.

“I might have mentioned something. He was worried. You know how much he thinks of you and he wanted to make sure you knew what you were doing. I reassured him that Lexi is a charming young lady and very perfect for you. I also told him how much you seem to adore her. I see it in your eyes.”

How can I argue with that? She is too fucking adorable. I lean over and place a kiss on her head before walking back into the villa with her. I mention to her I would like to take Lexi out on some trips and possibly over to my farmhouse.

She does not protest about me spending time with her … she encourages it. However, she does mention it would not be fair on Hazel and that Lexi should not miss out on her cooking lessons since that is why she came.

It leaves me thinking. I ask Nonna for a new guest robe for Lexi since I want to run her a bath and ask her if she will have some of those blue orchid flowers brought up with our lunch. I also ask her for a plain card and an envelope—not the standard business ones Nonno has in the study, a nice thick card.

I write it out and place it in the study for Marco.

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

When I reach the suite, I panic when I realise Lexi is not in my bedroom. I shout downstairs to the lower level of the suite. Relieved she is still here, I scoop her up and get rid of her towel. I help her into the robe and stare at her in wonder.

Shit, she is sexy as fuck standing there in her lacy lingerie with just the robe on. I cannot resist trailing my fingers over the curve of her breasts, nor can I resist telling her how much I love them and how beautiful she is.

Annalisa, my cousin, delivers our lunch. We sit outside on the balcony. I lift a blue orchid out of the vase, trim it, and place it behind Lexi’s ear. It looks beautiful against her dark, glossy hair and olive skin.

Lifting her chin up, I place a soft kiss on her lips, telling her how beautiful she is, because she is, and I will never tire of telling her so. I explain the meaning behind the flower, the desire in her eyes and blush on her cheeks. The similarity of yin and yang … beauty and strength … dark male testosterone and charming female calmness has never been so appropriate.

So meaningful.

So us.

This will be our flower.

Part one: Lussuria ~ Lucca’s Words

“Lussuria ~ Chapter Fourteen : Irresistible – Azure Eyes”

Dolcissimo

Annalisa has prepared us a mouth-watering lunch which the champagne complements perfectly. Lexi is enjoying it, which pleases me because she is eating something. We finally get to chat without her being too nervous, discussing normal things. It is important to me because I need to get to know her, every little thing about her.

It surprises Lexi to find out that I own Club di Energia. I assumed she knew, but then I did not specifically tell her that when she asked me questions. It makes me think about Ronan the pervy manager, and that unsettles me a little.

My feelings for Lexi have taken flight, and now she is mine. The thought of Ronan and the club members degrading her and drooling over her makes my blood run cold. Ronan might be better suited managing my Glasgow club. I think I will need to look into a restructure when I get home. I do not trust him, not after the comments he said about her.

Sexy brunette.

My. Sexy. Brunette.

“So how long are you really here in Tuscany?” she asks.

As long as you are here.

As long as it takes to make you fall for me as much as I have fallen for you.

As long as it takes to win your heart.

“As long as it takes,” I say smiling, stroking the side of her face.

After dessert, when I sense she is relaxed, I ask her about her family, but the serene content smile from her face disappears. I know she is lying when she tells me there is not much to tell. The same dubious look flashes through her eyes before she looks away. As considerately as possible, I tell her how important family is to me.

Sighing, she mumbles, “My parents are dead … to me.”

Fuck! My poor baby girl. Christ, no wonder she is a closed fucking book. I feel like a total dickhead for going on about how important family is to me when Lexi does not have any.

“Oh, baby. I am so sorry,” I say wholeheartedly, moving her hair behind her ear. Images of this sweet girl being alone crushes me. I now realise that is why Hazel is so protective over her, and it makes me glad she has someone close, someone like that.

I recall Lexi saying she is independent and never had anyone caring for her so intimately. That in itself speaks volumes. She has never had anyone take care of her. I have my sights on spoiling and nurturing Lexi in any way that I can.

Right now she is sensitive and I do not want to continually put my big fucking foot in it, so I leave it be and decide I will show her some tender loving care. This is what I was referring to earlier in the shower when I said she should have romanticism, and that she will.

I head off into the bathroom, run the bath, and light some candles. Lexi falls back on the bed, so I give her a moment. I pick the remaining petals from the blue flowers and scatter them in the water then add some of my bath foam to the water.

I love the smell of Lexi’s skin and hair, but after the shower this morning, I liked lying in bed with her, smelling my products on her.
Tropical … happy … positive.
I guess it makes me feel like I am sharing myself with her.

Following her into the bathroom, I smile when she uses the term “bonnie,” appreciating my effort. It is endearing, just like her.

Untying her robe, I take in her lingerie-clad sexy-as-fuck body. I. Could. Stare. At. Her. All. Day.

She gasps and trembles when I slip her bra straps down and free her breasts. I have said it before and I will say it again: These tits are a work of fucking art. They are perfetto. She is perfetto.

My body reacts, of course it does. Lexi looks at me with a wanton flash in her eyes when my thumb trails between her breasts to her navel. I feel her tremble under my touch, her eyes widening.

Once I have her cock-teasing knickers off, I admire her form.

Dolcissimo.
Luscious
.

Sottile.
Slim
.

Seducente.
Seductive
.

Adorato.
Precious
.

My cock twitches, stomach stirs, balls ache. How can it not? I am beginning to think I should not have undressed her, because after this morning I cannot use her body again until she heals. It would be wrong of me. I need to be stronger now than I have ever been in my life, because it takes all I have not to bend her over that bath and sink deep into her.

“I am trying so hard to resist you, but I want to touch you all over.” I groan with frustration.

“I want you to touch me. I … I like it,” she whispers, chewing the inside of her cheek.

Okay. Head straight. I want to give her want she wants. I can touch her, caress her, and pleasure her without being inside her. I can do this.

Telling her to get comfortable, I put on romantic music from my ever evolving playlist, head back downstairs to the kitchen of the suite, grab some strawberries and more champagne, and fill an ice bucket before lifting our flute glasses.

She is lying in my tub, looking like a fucking goddess under those bubbles, taking my breath away. There is no way I am missing out on the intimacy of being in there with her. I will take care of her by washing her body all over.

Placing a strawberry in her mouth, forbidden fruit has never been so tempting. Leaning over, I kiss her greedily, swirling my tongue with hers around the sweet strawberry. An explosion of sensory overload strikes through me at a wild pace.

My cock bulges in my shorts. The sensual lavishing of tongues, sucking of sweet juices … tang of her fresh flavour …
nectar
. Sweet and pleasing, just like the taste of her pussy.

I whip my T-shirt off, then my shorts to free my increasingly hard cock. I get in and slide down behind her sultry body. A rush of relaxation and warmth penetrates me, making me feel heady and nice. Pulling her against my chest, nothing has felt as satiating or wholesome.

My dolcezza.

My weakness.

My angel.

Her soft lust-filled moans provoke me to give her what she wants. After massaging her shoulders, neck, and breasts, my fingers roam to her pussy, thrumming and teasing her clit before she asks for more.

I am reluctant. The last thing I want to do is hurt her, but her arousal coats my fingers so I know she is wet inside her core and the water soothes her.

Keeping my promise of taking care of her and giving her what she wants, I build up to an orgasm that seizes her body, eliciting seductive, soft cries from her while her head rolls side to side on my chest and her fingers dig into my skin.

As she writhes against me and sucks her own cum from my fingers, it is enough to force my hips up and press my cock against her back. She is asking for it. Little temptress.

“Fuck, that feels so good. Can I have you? Are you okay to …?” I groan, the tug in my balls making me impatient.

She spins around and straddles me, assaulting my mouth with her answer.

“God, Lexi. I do not know what you are doing to me, but it is driving me fucking crazy,” I breathlessly moan against her lips.

This time I need to be more careful and gentle. As much as I loved fucking her against the wall, I want to take it slowly with her, she deserves to experience everything I can give her, and it is only right that I ease myself in her and set up a slow rhythm for us.

When I lower her tight little core onto my pulsing cock, she flings herself against me tightly, wrapping her arms around my neck. God, nothing has felt as perfect in all my life. Hot, wet, and a fit made for one another.

“Fuck, Lexi. You feel so goddamn amazing. You feel so tight and fit me so well. You are perfetto. Inside you it is sweet fucking heaven,” I hiss through my teeth, enjoying the sensation of being in her.

Holding her hips, I lift her and lower her—not too hard, but enough to devour the rippling pleasure coursing from my abdomen to my dick back to my head.

She begs for more and tells me it feels good, which causes my dick to swell with urgency inside her. “Jesus! Fuck, Lexi, you are …” She is driving me crazy with need, but I cannot finish because I fling my head back and bite my lip, savouring the rush of enjoyment.

Now I know she is not hurting. I thrust up, giving her a deep fill, but she closes her eyes and begins to grind her hips. My cock takes her deeper every time with each plunge and push. My little temptress seems to have figured out the talent of riding a cock pretty quickly because she has it perfected, and hell she is fucking good.

“Lexi, open your eyes. I want to know you are okay. I want to see you. I want you to see what you do to me.” She does and that intense heat in her eyes and helpless wild abandon makes me drive my hips up further meeting her thrusts.

I am a lucky man. I have the best fucking erotic fantasy riding my cock, and it feels euphoric. But there is something magical and special about this too. We share a deep connection; the passion and lust is fucking off the charts, but we are linking our souls. A sensitive and blissful union … an appreciation of one another. Special like no other experience I have ever had.

Unlike the amazing shower fuck, this erotic and romantic act of giving, exploring, enjoying, and trusting one another is exactly how I hoped we would connect sexually. When I first set eyes on her, the vibe I got told me she would be a sensitive and caring lover. I have never felt as cherished as I do now as she milks my cock and relishes every minute of it.

The bond we share, the feel of completeness, and the image of her on top of me seals the deal. There is no doubt in my mind … She is
my angel
.

Puro.
Pure
.

Divino.
Divine
.

Onesto.
Honest
.

That said, my innocent girl has a sultry side in her which I love. My little minx seems destined to kill me by riding me. Her hands massage her round tits, pinching her hard nipples, while she lifts up and down on me, almost choking me to death because it is too fucking sexy. The confidence she oozes is mind-blowing.