32. Juliet
Chapter 32
Juliet
I love you, Juliet.
How could three simple little words make me smile like a fool and cry like a happy idiot? They were just three silly words—words I have heard and seen countless times throughout my short life thus far. I didn't smile or internally coo when Jack dumped his heart out to Rose in 'Titanic,' nor did I feel a single heartstring pluck at Noah and Allie in 'The Notebook.'
Yet, hearing Luciano just now tore my heart open—in a good way!
The storm of emotions that ravaged and consumed me was indescribable. To say I felt pure bliss or mind-maddening euphoria would be so much of an understatement that it felt illegal. No words in this world would ever be enough to describe the way my body wanted to implode from hearing his rich voice say those three words to me with such passion in his eyes.
God, the way his amber pools opened his soul to me with those words. It felt like I could search in the endless desire, adoration, bliss, and lust mixing in his eyes until I became drunk on his emotions alone.
Then, the way his eyes opened to me, I could probably reach out and touch his soul with my bare hands because he exposed himself to me like this.
Although, through all the good, I could see a tinge of fear strip at his wonder as the two of us looked at each other longingly in silence. A silence that had been warm and comforting until now.
I hadn't realized how dry my mouth and lips had become until I tried to reciprocate his raw emotions with my own. Even after wetting my lips and salivating like a fool, my mouth felt like a damn sandbox.
So, to cover up my embarrassment, I grabbed his face with both my hands and smushed our lips together in a sloppy but hot kiss. Yeah, apparently, I couldn't even fucking kiss him right because of my nerves. To be fair, he always made me nervous, and every ounce of control and feeling in my body, along with any thoughts in my mind, disappeared at the slightest touch of his lips on my body.
Whenever I was with Luciano, I felt wild deep down. Anything and everything I did in return was based on pure instinct and need for him.
Which was why he terrified me.
To feel like I was losing control to my own desires felt so wrong, yet so right when it came to Luciano. I shouldn't be feeling so eager to spread my legs for him, to want him to claim me after everything. But the fact he made me feel so safe that I would blindly trust him with all of me scared me the most. I wasn't even going to think about the other need I wanted from him.
"Make love to me."
Okay, those were not the words I wanted to say in return to him after breaking our heavy kissing, but it was what I wanted badly.
Pulling back, Luciano shook his head at me as his eyes softened with control. "Juliet, don't let my confession pressure—"
Frustrated, I let out a low groan and pulled him into another kiss to shut him up. "I want you, Luciano. I need you. I have for so long." I spoke between my soft pants against his lips. "I want you to make love to me, please."
Giving us some breathing space, I held his face tenderly in my hands and let my sincere eyes lock with his. "I love you, Luciano, and I trust you. I really am ready to take it all the way with you." My cheeks ached from my delirious smile, but I didn't care—also because I couldn't fucking control it.
As I traced his lips with my thumb, I could feel my eyes grow heavy with desire. "I love you, and I need to feel you." Burning lust dripped like venom out of my mouth with my last words as I threw a leg around his waist to thrust my hips at his covered member, giggling softly when I felt his hardness rub against my covered sex. "And I think you need me just as badly," I whispered hotly against his lips before sealing our lips in a consuming kiss.
"Juliet…" He hesitated against my lips, a hand already resting on my hip to push me away.
Dropping a hand from his face, I slapped it over his to keep him from shoving me away. "If it gets too much at any point, I will stop you, promise. Just… please, let me have my man in me." I assured him with a sweet smile, slowly grinding myself against him to try and convince him some.
Gritting out a groan of defeat, he relented, "Safe-word and action?" He was close with how his eyes darkened with lust—lust for me.
A big grin of victory stretched at my lips as I kissed him and swept my tongue along his lips playfully when I pulled away. "Tap out, and tap you repeatedly," I replied to him with a grinning giggle.
Rolling over top of me completely, he admired me for a long moment before biting my bottom lip and engaging me in a bruising kiss. Not waiting for permission for entrance into my mouth, he forces his tongue through until I feel him fill and claim every inch of my mouth as our tongues tangle with each other.
Keeping our lips sealed, his hands gripped the top of my strapless dress and ripped it apart from the seams in one rough, smooth motion, making me gasp at the sudden chilly air hitting my bare body. "You're so lucky that wasn't a favorite dress of mine." I joked with a muffled chuckle; my words barely came out clearly because my lips remained pressed against his.
"I'd buy you a hundred new favorites so that I can keep tearing it away from your body." He growled softly against my lips before forcing his tongue into my mouth again, distracting me just enough to rip my lacy panties away the same manner he did my dress.
Playfully offended, I broke the kiss and turned my head to prevent him from stealing my breath away again. "Okay, those were my favorite, you jerk. And they were limited edition." But by God, was it fucking hot how he took it away from my body like a needy beast in heat.
"As if you don't have a dresser full of expensive underwear from your little shopping spree." He muttered with a roll of his eyes, making me snicker a little at the memory of my online shopping spree in retaliation.
A smartass quip hung in the air after I opened my mouth. His hand ending up around my throat and choking me softly made it hard to formulate my train of thought correctly.
Leaning close, his hot breath bathed my cheek as he licked a trail to my ear. "But not like you'll need any of those after tonight." A sharp zip of painful pleasure tightened my aroused body from him biting my ear. "Think I am going to make a new rule that you can't wear panties from here on out, just so I can have easy access to you whenever the fuck I want. Bend you over the counter, lift your dress up, and just slide right into you, and I will go right in because you're going to be constantly wet in anticipation of when I am going to fuck and fill your needy cunt up next."
I shuddered at the dirty scenes racing through my mind like a speeding train. "Holy fuck." Why did I want that so badly? Even if it was a little humiliating to be used as a fuck doll for his whims. Seriously, why did the thought of it push me closer to the edge of an orgasm?! He hasn't even touched me yet I was so depraved to the point where I might come from a mere thought of being used by him.
"Like that , amorina ? Do you want to be used by me like that? To be my good girl and give me access whenever I damn well please?" He whispered hotly with a soul-shaking chuckle.
All I could manage in response to him was a furious nod of my head as I tried to get my stiff tongue to work with my frazzled mind. "Y-yes, sir, I do." I squeaked with a small gasp.
"That's my good girl." His words ghosted over my lips with his smirking ones as he moved down my body.
Pressure around my neck eased a little but not completely as he kept a reassuring hold on me as his hot tongue burned my skin with its travel down my chest to my tender nipple. My body shivered in response to his fingers digging into what little plushness my breast offered, and waves of delightful pleasure warmed my aroused body more. "Luca." I moaned softly with a gasp at the feeling of his hot mouth engulfing my nipple into his mouth.
"You're still dressed. It's not fair," I complained playfully with a breathless chuckle as my hands fumbled at his clothes.
Desperately, I pushed his shirt up to gawk and touch every inch of his sculpted body. No matter how many times I have seen this perfect chiseled body of his, it never ceased to amaze me. Also, I couldn't keep my hands off him, no matter how hard I tried. It always felt like the first time whenever the pads of my soft fingers would follow the lines and dips of his muscles as if I were an artist tracing something endlessly until I could sculpt him blind from muscle memory.
My mind spiraled slightly into panic when Luciano suddenly pulled away and grabbed me by my arms. I don't know what made me freak out for that split second when he moved me up in the bed so my head was on the pillows. He wouldn't ever hurt me, yet I got the sudden chill to crawl away from him.
Not wanting to ruin our growing moment, I briskly shoved the icky feeling into the back of my mind. No longer distracted by my own head, I lurched up to reach down enough to grab the waistband of his jeans.
Unfortunately, I barely managed to pop off the button before his hand stopped me, causing me to look up at him with scrunched-up eyes. "Patience, principessa ." He playfully chided me with a chuckle, kissing my forehead and pushing me flat on the bed again as he sat back on his knees.
A snap of fearful excitement hit my body when I became caught in his lust-crazed gaze. I felt like a deer caught in the headlights as his hungry eyes devoured every inch of me. He was the predator, and I was his prey. A feeling of vulnerability washed over me as he continued to study me in great detail. Yeah, I was completely naked, but his eyes made me feel exposed as if he could see everything beneath the surface.
Then, his hot and heavy words after he took his shirt off in one smooth movement. "Spread your legs for me, amorina , I want to see my pretty pussy before I eat it." Fuck. I was doomed.
On their own accord, my legs parted while my head turned away in shame. Embarrassment chilled my body like a wave of cold water, making my legs go stiff and try to snap shut, only to be stopped by Luciano's hands. "There is nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart." His words whispered against my inner thighs, making my body twitch in response. "So fucking beautiful, so perfect." He kissed his way down my thighs, muttering sweet nothings until he couldn't because he had to use his tongue to lick me.
The fullness of his soft and wet tongue pressed against my pussy, and slowly he licked me from the bottom of my entrance to my clit, where he latched on and suckled softly. "Fuck." I gasped with my head thrown back, my hands instantly grabbing at his head to push him into me.
This felt so dirty and wrong, so why did I like it? Besides the obvious fact of his tongue being magic—seriously, he felt too skilled for his own good. He licked the right areas in the most sinful ways, running the edge of it along my labia, then using the flat tip of it for my pulsating clit. God, I shouldn't like this, liking how lost in me Luciano looked as he feasted on my cunt like no tomorrow.
Did he actually like this? Or was it an act? The far-out look of addiction in his eyes and the eagerness of his actions were more than real enough. But what if he was just a good actor?
No, stop it.
I mentally slapped myself before my thoughts could spiral into something more ridiculous. Luciano loved me. The sincerity in his voice and eyes were more than enough to convey the seriousness of his confession. He was doing this because I asked him and because he wanted to.
He wants me as badly as I want him.
Letting my insecurities fade to black, I immerse myself in the never-ending bliss of Luciano's mouth. A whining whimper of frustration filled the air when he removed himself from me. My mouth opened to protest as I glared down at him, but his light chuckle kept my words on my tongue, "Easy, I'm not stopping there. Just wanted to tell you that I am going to finger you to stretch you for me."
Frustration quickly morphed into nervousness as the thought of his fingers penetrating me pulled at my nerves. I had no problems with him touching me; frankly, I quite loved it and begged for it, but I have never let him go as far as penetrating me with anything. Hell, I didn't even put my own fingers in myself if I masturbated because it stirred up too many painful memories.
"S-slowly, just one at a time." The fact that his fingers were big didn't help calm me any.
Reassuring me with a smile and nod, he dipped his head back down between my legs, eating me out in earnest until I felt myself being driven up the wall with the madness of pleasure. Shamelessly, I pressed against the back of his head to shove more of his face into me, not caring if I might suffocate him as I grind myself against his mouth. "Oh fuck, Luciano, I'm—ah!" Fear froze my body at the feeling of something intruding my entrance.
Stiff as a board, I pressed myself against Luciano as I processed the new feeling. It felt so weird to have something inside of me. Oh God, his finger was inside of me, and I could feel it. Every little twitch and curl of his digit in me set my nerves ablaze, but it also sent a little fear with the slight pain. His stimulation of my clit helped settle the budding fear before it became too much, though, so I was thankful for that.
My nervous eyes locked onto his intense ones as he trained his sights on me. He was gauging me, seeing my reactions as he moved his finger in and out of my tight walls, seeing if any specific movement or spot made me tick. Yet, the only thing I offered him in return was an edged stare as I felt myself fighting the demons that threatened to drag me under.
Stop, stop, stop. Stop it!
I scolded myself as I forced my hips to buck against him.
I'm safe. I'm not being hurt. Luciano is safe. He won't hurt me, and he doesn't want to hurt me. He is doing this for my pleasure, to get me used to feeling penetrated.
Tension melted from my body with each shaky breath I took, blowing out the stress with every exhale. "Faster, please." The needy desire for him from before swung back tenfold the more I relaxed into him again. "I'm so close." Thank God my building orgasm didn't run away when my fear reared its ugly head.
Focusing on the pleasure, I actively ignored the slight discomfort from the friction of his fingers against my sensitive walls. I needed to adjust to him, that was all. Wincing, I pulled my hips away from him slightly when he went a little too rough. "Ow, n-not so hard, please."
Immediately, he eased off and peered up at me apologetically. "Sorry, baby." His words vibrated against my sensitive clit, making me shudder with pleasure.
Breathing deeply, I relaxed fully against the bed, letting the pleasure from Luciano take over once more until I felt myself being pushed up the wall. "Coming." I gasped with a soft moan right as I felt the tension snap and tense at my arching body.
Something didn't feel quite right, but I summed it up to first-time experiences. This was my first time willingly engaging in anything so sexual with anything. I wasn't going to count the bastards at the brothel. What happened that night wasn't my first time—I refuse to accept it as my first sexual encounter and experience.
This right now with Luciano would be my first of my own volition.
First-time jitters were a thing… right? Honestly, no amount of porn or stupid sex 101 guides on the internet could ever prepare me for this moment. I needed to get out of my head and enjoy this supposedly magical moment.
The feeling of the bed dipping next to me and something hot on my lips jarred me back to reality with a gasp of surprise. If Luciano's dizzying kiss hadn't brought me out of my thoughts, then the feeling of his thick cock rubbing along the length of my sex would have done the trick.
Oh God, it's really happening.
"Juliet, breathe." Luciano's calming voice washed over me with his peppering kisses on my face. "Relax."
That did it.
That one fucking word at this moment, paired with the intense burn of his dick pressing into my resistant sex, broke open the dam, causing everything to flood and drown me.
"Tap out!"