Lucca's Lust: The Luminara Series Book 3 (56 page)

“Now, baby!” I order, crashing into her with carnal passion, with power, motivation, determination, and adrenaline. Lexi calling my name, shaking and trembling through her orgasm, is enough to unman and empty me in a catatonic explosive climax.

I slam again and again, shooting my load, filling her with my release while all thoughts expel from my brain and fragments of light and energy flash before my eyes. I have even forgotten my own name momentarily, riding on the cusp of sacred pleasure. I am in oxytocin overload and fuck … if it does not feel heady good.

I shout her name while I float through clouds, completely emptying myself until the ache in my balls disperses and the tug in my abdomen eases and is replaced by a flutter. Panting, turning my head and nibbling on her ankle, I seal my lips on her calf, since her foot is still on my shoulder, and coast through the heavenly skies.

Euforico.
Euphoric
.

Beato.
Blissful
.

Paradiso.
Paradise
.

Facile scorrevolezza!
Easy gliding!

I still, feeling unencumbered love for my girl and a connection so deep and loving that I want to crawl inside her soul, kiss it, caress it, and whisper my undying love for her against her sweet heartbeat.

My head is light and floating with dreamy thoughts because when spilling myself into her, it feels like a spiritual connection. A sense of divine union. I am giving her all of me, every last drop, until I am so fucked and exhausted, riding on a rush of endorphins, it turns my brain to mush. Goodbye, headache from this morning. Hello, the rest of the day … headache free.

Gaining equilibrium, admiring my girl fluttering her eyes open and panting breathlessly, I smile with complete adoration and satisfaction. Her cheeks are all rosy and glowing, eyes energised, perspiration on her forehead, and the dreamiest smile graces her face. She looks utterly beautiful after I have made her mine.

My lips begin a slow, post-coital, loving trail of kisses from her ankle, down the inside of her leg. “Afternoon, baby,” I say coyly.

“Hmmm, afternoon yourself, Mr. Romeo. Now that was a nice way to wake up,” she chirps happily, holding my face in both her hands.

After placing her feet back down, I massage her legs to relieve any cramping and continue all the way up to her drenched pussy. Slowly, I ease myself out of her, jerking when the sensitised head of my cock rubs against her swollen folds on the way out.

Normally, I would collapse on top of her and stay buried long after my release, but while she is at this stage of pregnancy, I do not want to hurt her. Instead, letting her get her breath back, I kiss every inch of her body, spending lots of time kissing and swirling my tongue tenderly over her baby bump, allowing her to relax. I worship her while she massages my head with her fingertips and hums serenely.

Reaching her face after I have ensured our little one has received lots of love from Papa, I cup her cheeks. “Hey, why are you crying?” I ask her softly, moving curls from her face to wipe a few stray tears from under her eyes and her cheek. God, I love her raw, natural beauty, but I hate to think she is upset or I have hurt her.

“I just love you so much. I can’t help it. I’m crying because you felt so good and nice. This … this feels so nice,” she says with a tremble of vulnerability in her voice. Thank fuck they are happy tears.

I always ask her because with her hormones and anxiety ... sometimes it is hard to tell, and it would destroy me to think I had hurt her. “You felt amazing too, baby. It was mind-blowing. Dolcezza, please do not cry. I love you so much, you have no idea,” I say, before leaning over her to kiss a little sparkly hot teardrop on her cheek.

So pretty.

“Have I told you how much your teardrops look like little glistening diamonds?” I ask, pressing my forehead to hers.

She smiles and grabs the nape of my neck with two hands. “Hmmm, yes you have, many times before. I promise they are happy tears.” She closes her eyes. My heart swells when I know how happy and elated I have made her feel.

Yeah, it is good for my pride to know I can affect her in the nicest and most pleasurable way … it shuffles my man-card right to the top of the deck. It makes me feel like I can swing tree to tree, and it gives me so much power that I can control pride and keep other male lions away. I have this. She is mine. All mine.

Incoronare.
King
.

Eroe della giungla.
Tarzan: Hero of the jungle.

Leone.
Lion
.

Territoriale.
Territorial
.

“Let me clean us up, and then I want to properly wake you up and kiss your lips. I have missed kissing your lips this morning.” I press my lips against her forehead. She smiles and hums with contentment.

Smiling and feeling elated, I jump up, grab my cock in case I drip any cum onto the floor, and go get us some clean towels from the bathroom. I give my knob a good drying, then pat in-between her legs, wiping excess semen. Lexi barely moves, she is so spent. She just lies there and allows me to tend to her … just the way I like it.

Finally, I wipe her forehead with my thumb and her eyes flutter open. I close my mouth over hers, and the moment she parts her sweet lips, my tongue enters her pretty mouth to tease and tangle with her tongue. Sweet sugar. Hot fresh breath scented of spearmint and hints of cinnamon. Fuck, my guilty pleasure. I love the taste of cinnamon. She tastes and feels divine, awakening my senses.

Delizioso.
Delicious
.

Squisito.
Exquisite
.

Saporito.
Tasty
.

My guess is she had cinnamon syrup in her decaffeinated coffee, or she craved cinnamon gelato after her therapy session this morning. My girl has taste. I actually had Maurizio make us a huge batch, which we are running low on, reminding me to order more.

How fucking convenient for me that she loves to dip rosemary focaccia bread in cinnamon gelato. Weird, but true. That is what my girl craves, and I can eat gelato by the tub load. Win-win. Lexi satisfies her cravings, and I get to have both my guilty pleasures in the one mouthful … Lexi tasting of cinnamon on my tongue.

Il sapore del dolce cielo.
A taste of sweet heaven
.

I groan into her mouth, swirling my tongue with hers. Her body shifts and she tightens her grip on me. My cock surges back to life. The tantalising sensation of kissing her, my tongue teasing her, our naked bodies touching … it is a complete fucking turn on.

A new ache twinges in my balls, and I press my hard cock against her side so she knows I desperately want to have her again. This time … I will make slow, tender love to my girl and then afterwards, I will cradle her in my arms and enjoy our connection and intimacy.

Knowing we will not be interrupted and feeling in such a damn good mood now, I would like some music for us to make love too. I reach for the control on the bedside drawer and press play. John Legend’s “All of Me” plays from the speakers of our iPod dock. Lexi smiles and tells me she loves the song.

Me too, baby. Me too.

Shifting my knees, I keep one hand cupping her cheek and the other massages her right breast and nipple while we kiss seductively, sensitively, and slowly. After running my tongue over her lips, I break contact only for a second, “I love kissing you like this. You have me ready to go again, baby.” I whisper against her lips.

I feel her lips stretch below mine and see the smile reach her eyes. “Uh huh, I can see that. You are unstoppable, Romeo,” she teases while reaching to grab my twitching hard cock in her hand and stroke it.

Fuck, she has asked for it, not that I am averse to her making me cum with her talented hands or sexy mouth. Either is sensational and pretty damn amazing, but I need our special connection today, and there is no place like it other than her pussy. Nectar centre.
Again
.

“Christ, Lexi, that feels great, baby, but I want to be back inside you. Are you okay to go again?” I hiss, feeling an intense tug of yearning as she massages my balls with her palm and strokes my dick good. Real good.

My arousal surges through my veins, making me giddy with lust once more and tingling with desire. “Mmmm hmmm,” she coyly mumbles adjusting her legs. Thank fuck.

“Sweetheart, I would love to make love to you, nice and tender … slow and soft. Sound good?” I move her hair, grazing her elegant neck with sexy, loving kisses.

“Yes, sounds perfect.” Her voice is sleepy and sensual, barely a whisper, and matches the pace I set up. God, she never fails to kindle my heart ... my soul. Lights my fire and makes me burn with desire for her. My girl keeps my light sparking and makes me feel warm, bright, and happy, heated with lust from head to toe.

“Lie on your side, baby,” I whisper, kissing her shoulder and gently rolling her onto her side. Removing her hand from feathering light strokes on my throbbing cock, I bring her talented fingers to my mouth and suck on them. The ache in my balls deepens and fuck, if my cock does not already miss her glorious touch, but I will myself to wait so I can slide back inside her.

Also lying on my side, I pull her back against my torso, prop myself higher, leaning on my elbow to angle myself. Then I place my arm under her to cuddle her in my embrace. Lifting her leg up, I spread her open, wrapping her top leg over my hip, my bottom hip pressing into the mattress.

With my free hand around her, I lift it to her swollen breast then entwine my hand with hers so we can massage it together. Her nipple is deliciously hard. I draw in a long, broken breath then bite my lip with anticipation.

Perfect fucking view.

Perfect fucking handful.

Perfect fucking song.

Watching us pleasure her body together.

Perfetto.

The arching of her back, sweet moans, and languid turning of her of head back against the crook of my neck tells me she is just as aroused as me. The softness of her hair against my chest, skin-on-skin contact, and the feel of her sexy breasts is unimaginable. The pace is slow, position intimate, and feels sensual. This is a position we sometimes like to do early in the mornings when we just wake up or in the middle of the night when we are sleepy.

Lento.
Slow
.

Assonnato.
Sleepy
.

Sensitivo.
Sensitive
.

Seduzione.
Seduction
.

Lexi has told me that when her stomach grows even bigger we might need to use this position more frequently to help her feel comfortable. Fuck … I am not complaining. As long as I get inside her and we are able to share intimacy, then I will take it … every day.

“Lucca, touch me,” she begs, shimmying her sexy ass against my groin. My girl is so impatient. She agreed to long lovemaking and that is what she is getting. She will be thankful that she did.

“Do not move your leg. Stay open for me. Are you comfortable?” I whisper against her temple.

“Yes,” she answers while wiggling, trying to grind her ass against me, but I still her with my hand on her hip before ordering her to keep rubbing her breasts. I need both my hands free.

With my hand wrapped under and around her body, I pull her up higher so I can reach her pussy. Kissing her head, I watch her rub her sexy breasts while I reach her swollen clit, slowly circling my thumb and middle finger in a lazy figure eight.

She whimpers and trembles in my hold, probably still sensitive from our last session. Using my top hand, I gently place my fingers underneath her chin and turn her head. Her eyes roll in her head and her mouth falls lax. I seize her lips, seducing her mouth with my tongue, all while building her up to another orgasm with my fingers.

It is not long before she is putty in my hands, tensing, biting my lip, and crying my name. Body jerking, arm throwing, she grabs my neck and digs her nails into my skin. Muffling her cries with my mouth, my fingers slide inside her, curling and probing.

Shit … she is deliciously wet, drenched from her arousal and spunk from our last fuck. I fucking love her wet, hot pussy enveloping my cock as I slowly slide in and out of her in long, gentle strides.
Nice
. Just knowing there is a piece of me … my semen still in her pulls my balls into a tight ache. It does crazy things to me.

Removing my fingers, I press on her clit again while kissing her with reckless abandon. Without warning, I tilt my hips, lift her higher, adjust my twitching cock, and slide into her core as I move my fingers to her hair and grip tight.

Stars, fucking stars that twinkle and shine behind my lids before I am ready to open my eyes.

I move in slow leisurely thrusts, taking us both to the brink of goodness with a long session of sensual lovemaking.

Mr. Lucca Caruso’s interview for Becca Anne’s blog news magazine

Interviewer – Rebecca

Venue: The Milano Suite – Hotel Excelsior, Naples, Italy