TWENTY-TWO
The sun was sparkling through the windows when my eyes opened protestingly, but I heard knocking. I definitely heard knocking and now Luca’s voice. I convinced my body to get up and made my way to the door. I rubbed my face trying to look somewhat appealing before opening the door. Luca started talking through the door assuming I was listening. He said something about having coffee and yummy snacks. Those words alone compelled me to open the door and allow him entrance into my domain. I opened the dorrò and turned around to head straight back to the bed. I punched my pillow to fluff it up. I rested my head on it after folding it in half, so I was semi-up and looking at him.
“Come on, la mia bellezza. I only have a few hours to see you before you leave. Why did you leave my bed? I woke up and rolled over. I expected to see your beautiful face sleeping, but no,”
his Italian was thick in his theatrics. How does Luca function on a few hours of sleep after being a Sex Olympian (gold medalist) the entire night? Much more practice than me was the obvious answer, but I liked that he wanted to spend time with me instead.
“We didn’t discuss the sleeping situations. I didn’t want to be that woman who just lingered after a hookup. All the guys I know always bitch about that.”
I said with a grumpy tone but it’s shallow. I surrendered and sat up, stretching my body. I started to realize how sore I was between my legs, down my legs and in my hips. Luca watched me as I touch different parts of my body seeing if they hurt or it’s my imagination. I looked at him decisively and told him, “I think you broke me, Luca. I am sore in several places.” I started pointing to my hips, to the insides of my thighs next and finally waved my hand all around the space between my legs making it very clear that he caused this affliction.
“It’s a good sore.”
I put a very smug and satisfied with myself grin on my face.
Luca sat at the end of bed. “Did I do or say anything that made you feel like I wanted you to leave,” he asked.
Clearly, this topic wasn’t resolved to his satisfaction. Okay. “Not at all. I just didn’t want to assume anything. I was being respectful when I hadn’t ask you what you wanted. I wasn’t trying to be sneaky. It took all my will power to leave your bed, being wrapped in your arms. I really loved every second of last night. Thank you,”
I finished, hoping he would be satisfied with my answer. Last night was a new experience for me, I didn’t want to fuck it up.
“The men you know are ridiculous if that’s how they behave. American men are so scared of everything when it comes to women. I will never understand it. I didn’t want you to leave my bed. I wanted to wake up with you next to me. It’s almost eight thirty. Your departure was 11 from the hotel, right?”
His eyebrows went up in questioning.
I hoped all the women that get the ‘Luca experience’ understood the quality. I could envision a scenario where we’re able to cross paths every so often and have a similar experience. It fits into our life structures. We frequent the same cities in the United States and here in Europe. He might not think that is the best idea for him, but the fuck it’s not for me. I laughed and realized I was having an entire monologue with myself. I had an imaginary conversation with the man sitting on my bed just two feet from me. What the hell was wrong with me?
“Yes at eleven. I have a car scheduled to pick me up and take me to the airport. I need to pack and dress, put myself together,”
I waved my hand around the room, but realized like Luca, my room is immaculate and didn’t need much attention.
“How long do you need to get ready?”
He asked. He was asking a lot of questions this morning. I hadn’t even had a sip of the coffee he brought. I held my hand out grasping at the coffee. He bent over to desk, grabbed the one on the left and passed it to me. I inhaled enjoying the notes of vanilla paired with a very strong espresso and cream of some sort. I don’t know what voodoo Luca used to deduce how I liked my coffee, but this would definitely do. It smelled delightful and after taking a sip, I confirmed it was delicious. How does he know me so well in less than a week? The guy had talent.
“Thirty minutes, maybe. I feel I might look a little worn out because in fact, I am completely worn out,”
I told him. I envied how alive he looked after our night. “How the hell are you so full of energy after all that. You are basically the best professional athlete in all of history. I feel wobbly,” I conceded moving my arms around like they don’t have any bones. He laughed at me and I took another sizable sip of my coffee handing it back to him to put on the desk.
“That gives me two hours with you. I want to get every minute I can enjoying your sunshine before you leave. You are going to have so much fun exploring the Amalfi Coast. It’s perfect in June. You picked the best time to go. There will be loads of tourists but it doesn’t get crazy until July. July is annoying, but it’s still an amazing place to enjoy. I can help with your soreness,”
he gave me an almost mean half-smile. That made me aware that he’s up to something.
He moved up the bed closer to me pulling my body towards him. He sat with his legs crossed, almost like we all did as kids, and propped my legs on his. He started kneading the inside of my thighs just hard enough to loosen the muscles, but soft enough to be more on the sensual side. I see what’s going on here, Luca was trying to seduce me. Spoiler alert, he won’ need to try because I here for anything this man had to offer me right now. He looked at me with a hint of suspicion. He moved his hands up towards my hips and rolled his hands across the bone and between the sore muscles. How the hell does he know exactly where to touch me? He’s a wizard. He had magic. Sex magic. It all tracts in the moment. You couldn’t prove me wrong because no evidence stood up to the facts. Facts people! This guy had magical hands. Possibly magical other things.
His hands on my body was all it too to wake every cell in my body. Now at full attention. He looked at me like he heard my thoughts. I hope he couldn’t because I might be embarrassed with the number of time I thought of him. Now that I’ve seen it all, it’s locked into the memory spank bank for all of eternity. Women need those too.
“Are you thinking about fucking me? I see that look in your eyes,”
he started interrogating me, but he was right. I absolutely was thinking about that. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t even want to try. I wanted to think about it, but I just really wanted to do it.
“I absolutely am thinking about fucking you,”
I admitted. The honest was easier than trying to come up with some lame answer. His hand went beneath what I wore. It was so thin that my nipples couldn’t hide their excitement with Luca’s proximity. His hand grazed between my legs and he let out a quiet, “Fucking perfect.” He had intention now in his movements, reaching both his hands under my ass to lift me up and pull me closer to his mouth. Never once had I heard of a man wanting pussy this much. This was a sacred phenomenon. I was part of a new sacred timeline in the universe and I never wanted to get plucked, just fucked. I make myself laugh with nerd jokes.
“What’s funny?” He asked.
I smiled bashfully at being caught in my own nerd-verse, “Just me in my head being a nerd. Who are you, Luca Lione? I don’t think you’re real. You can’t be.”
I questioned. “Just Luca. I feel the same way about you. I want you. I want your taste on my lips every single second,” he stated as fact.
I pushed my hips towards him, his mouth landed on me with force, his tongue diving into me with purpose. Luca continued to worship every part of me, fucking me until I begged to climb into his lap and ride his dick until everything left in me erupted.
Two hours both flew by like a sprint and slowed down for a few moments. My mouth wrapped around him, taking him deep into my throat. He would never fit but I tried and loved every second of controlling his pleasure. I watched him barely keep himself contained as he hit the back of my throat, and my pull held him tight, my lips pressed into him while my tongue teased him. My hand cupped his balls which was a new experience for me, they tightened up and felt soft as silk. I felt his blood pumping and pulsing with my hand against the base of his shaft as my mouth moved up and down him.
“Fuck me, Charlie. I am about to explode in your mouth. I’m so close. Harder. Yes,”
he hung on to the “s” until his hip lifted at the same time he spilled into my mouth. I latched my lips around him refusing to release him, rubbing my tongue against the bottom of his dick as he pulsed come for what seemed like forever. Before this moment, I don’t think I had ever like or mentioned enjoying giving head, but I delighted in experiencing it with him. He committed to every single part of this experience and I did just the same.
“My mother Still lives in Positano. I go there often to visit her, a few days every month,”
he confided. I loved that he was always checking in on his mom to give her some quality time. He told me she moved to their vacation home full time last year. She still drove to the vineyard for visits. Gia was living on the property in the family home. One brother was there also, but I know his youngest brother was still attending university without a real end game in sight. He went back and forth between the two when he was out of school. Treading water is what Luca said about him. Everyone had a lot of opinions on what we should do in life. We all had to figure it out on our own.
“Yeah, I love that,”
I told him rolling into him and kissing down his neck. We only had about twenty minutes before I actually needed get ready. I heard the imaginary clock ticking in my head—keeping me very aware of how this day ended.
“I want to see you while you are in Italy,”
he finally threw it out there.
“Okay. Did you think I wasn’t going to say yes,”
I laughed at the absurdity of even the idea of saying no. Luca, beyond the sex, was fun to be around, talk to and explore with at any time. I would say yes to hanging out with him even if we never shared a single kiss.
“I feel like I am breaking some imaginary rules,”
he made sure I understood him. “Luca, I like you. You’re fun. Is that something we actually need to lay out? I’m on vacation for the month June. After that, my life returns to back to normal. You don’t do serious relationships, which I understand. Our lives run parallel and I wish they didn’t, but I’m pretty happy they intersected,” I told him.
Luca propped his head up on his hand. It looked like he was posing for the cover of a sexy magazine with his sexy flirtatious smile.
“I need more,”
he said moving towards me, staring at my lips. I closed my eyes as our lips met. I wanted to just feel him move across my body.
“It isn’t enough. I want more of you,”
he said. I wasn’t sure if this conversation was with himself or between the two of us.
“I need more than twenty minutes. One night wasn’t enough,” he said.
“Luca, I will never get you out of my system. You make me feel alive in a way I never even knew existed,”
I said pulling up my hem and moving my body on top of him. I turned my body around to face away from him. We only have fifteen minutes, twenty—if I forgo putting makeup on. He slid into me with ease.
I realized the mirror was directly in front of the bed and our eyes met. Instantly, I could tell he loved the idea of watching me in the mirror. His eyes were wide and had a feral look to them.
“Touch yourself until you cum. I want to watch you. This time I’m telling you the truth, I’m not going to last long. Seeing you ride me like this...That’s perfect, bella. Piu veloce! Yes,”
he doesn’t take his eyes away from for even a second. I’m committed to doing this myself, while he watched. Using his patience and control to motivate me, I started moving my hand in small circles on my clit. I started to tighten around Luca knowing he couldn’t last much longer when that happens. I looked at him. His eyes were looking directly at me, watching my face.
He’s breathing was shallow, trying to manage his control. I whispered, “Luca, grab me here,”
I moved his hand to my boob and place my hand over his making him squeeze with a firm grip. I finally let go and tried catching my breath as his left hand grabbed my hip slamming me back down on him as I naturally bucked away in pleasure.
“Luca, harder,”
I yelled out to him as he pumped into me like his survival depended on it. My hand never left my center as I moaned through Luca fucking me so hard the little stars appear again, dancing across my vision. His thrusting caused me to explode, no longer containing myself with just moaning. I feel completely unleashed and outside of my own body. I felt the flood gates between my legs opened. He let out the most sensual sound when that warm sensation met his skin. He felt the intensity while inside of me, I can confirm those facts, but the heat of my release covered where our bodies met and escaped to create a bigger mess on the bed. It was impressive.
“Santo cielo,”
were the first words out of Luca’s most. I’m pretty sure it was some variation of holy fuck. Yes, Luca, you just fucked a flood out of me.
I collapsed onto him, my back against his chest for a minute.
“Almost thirty years old and I don’t know that could happen!” I said.
“Best morning of my life,”
he said. “You did that!”
I thought about what he just said and acknowledged I was able to do something profound with my body.
Embracing the mindset of doing whatever I wanted this month settled. This was good for me. Paris ended on a high note. I was rejuvenated, empowered and excited for every single day. I won.