TWENTY-ONE
After I pulled my hair up and took a quick shower, I put on a pink cotton tank and matching skirt, but barely a skirt. It’s summer in France, I can do what I want. These nerves had to go. After searching through my mini bar, which was stocked very well, I poured myself a double shot of rum. I threw it back and enjoyed the warming sensation starting in my stomach and spreading through my body. I poured one more shot into my glass to give myself enough liquid courage, but not be sloppy. I usually had a two drink rule, but again, some rules were meant to be broken.
The moment arrived, I stood outside Luca’s hotel room, heart pounding. I texted him when I left the cottage, so he knew to expect me at some point. I felt my lips and thought about his kiss, replayed every text, every moment leading up this. I was wound up pretty tight right and felt like I might explode with anticipation. After hesitating for just a second, I knocked.
Luca opened the door and I’m not even gonna lie, I eye-fucked the hell out of him. He wore some sort of thin black lounge pants that sat so low on his hips, my eyes couldn’t help but follow the sexy trail down the middle of his Adonis-toned stomach and below. I expected him to chastise me by saying something like my eyes are up here! It seemed pretty illegal for this man to be shirtless. He was aesthetically perfect, lean but strong rounded chest, abs for days and tousled wavy dark hair. My anticipation took a sudden turn to excitement and desire. I wanted Luca probably more than I have ever wanted something in my life.
“Finalmente,”
he said, his voice smooth, but there was a rough edge, like he’d been waiting as anxiously as I had. Somehow that didn’t seem possible, but I felt his eyes travel down my body.
“Hi,”
I barely managed. When did I forget how to use actual words? Breathe, girl, breathe. There’s no time for amateur hour. Not today.
A slow smile spread across his face, the kind that made my knees feel weak. “Hi,”
he echoed, leaning casually against the doorframe, his dark eyes saying all the dirty things I was thinking—I felt the flush creeping up my neck.
I slowly let out a breath, the tension in my shoulders easing slightly.
“Come in,”
he murmured, his accent rolling off his tongue, making the simple words sound like a promise.
Stepping inside, I couldn’t help but notice the signs of his temporary stay—a bottle of cologne on the dresser, his open suitcase with clothes neatly folded, the scent of fresh linen mixed with something distinctly woodsy and masculine. It was the perfect example of a man used to living out of his suitcase, of someone who was settled being unsettled. It fit him perfectly.
For a moment, I was hyper-aware of how close we were, how easy it would be to close the distance. Swallowing, suddenly I felt shy. I let out a nervous laugh.
He raised an eyebrow, I could see the playful glint in his eyes. “Are you nervous to be alone in this room with me?”
Smirking, I relaxed knowing I was more in control of this situation than he was, my confidence returned. “Not nervous, but maybe a little anxious. Excited, curious mainly.”
He laughed, the sound low and smooth, and the tension between us shifted, becoming something electric. The temperature in his room notched up significantly, or maybe it was just me. “Curious to know if I can deliver on my promise. Charlie, I assure you—I can and will many times tonight.”
Our eyes met, and the air grew thick again, heavy with anticipation. He reached out, his fingers brushing my wrist lightly, and the contact felt intoxicating. I felt the pull, the energy between us growing stronger, pulling at me.
“You know,”
he said, his voice dropping to a whisper, “I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”
Before I could respond, he pulled me in, his hand resting on the small of my back, his warmth wrapping around me. He was something else. He moved in to every thought scrambling through my mind. I wanted him all over me, on me and in me. I can’t recall wanting anything more in my entire life.
My breath caught as he leaned down, his lips brushing the side of my ear.
“I thought about kissing every single part of you,”
he whispered, his accent thick. Each word felt like a caress.
My skin tingled at the endearment, and I was leaning into him, the awkwardness melting away as the need took over. “I thought about that over and over,”
I admitted, my voice barely audible.
Luca’s eyes darkened, and I could see the intensity simmering beneath the surface. “Good,”
he murmured, tilting my chin up so our lips were just a breath apart. “I want to make sure that is the only thing you can ever think about.”
He kissed me. The first kiss was tentative, almost as if testing the waters. But then, as if we both decided at the same moment that we waited long enough, everything changed. His hands slid around my waist as the kiss deepened, turning hungry and insistent. My hands roamed over his shoulders, fingertips tracing the muscles. I could feel his experience in the way he moved, the way his hands applied a small amount of pressure as he moved them down my body. He was man who enjoyed women, like a sport. Not in a bad or judgmental way, exactly the opposite. I knew every touch or kiss would be intentional. He would be chasing my reaction. He wanted to destroy everything I knew before him. I believed him.
“Waiting for this has been torture,”
he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with desire.
Smiling, my breath hitched as his fingers trailed down to the hem of my shirt, his touch now against my bare skin. He softly moved his fingers to the inside of the waist band. “I know.”
He pulled back slightly, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made me purr with excitement. “Let’s have a drink.”
My heart pounded as I think I agreed, but I must have because he poured two glasses of some dark spirit. He handed me a glass, the thrill of the unknown—of this moment with him—consuming me. We both tossed our drinks back at the same time. This one burned all the way down my throat, probably a bourbon.
He led me out to his balcony. He sat down in an oversized chair which he absolutely pulled out from inside the hotel room. It wasn’t an outside type of chair. It appeared to be wrapped in a soft maroon fabric. I leaned over the ledge just a tiny bit watching the city continue into the night. It was only around nine, and the people of Paris kept very late hours. I saw people holding hands, a guy carrying an instrument case just as large as himself, and a woman still dressed perfectly going somewhere fun.
I looked over my shoulder at Luca sitting silently in the chair, watching me. He looked at me like I was the most enticing woman in the world. We both knew what would happened tonight, no sense in ignoring it or being coy. I leaned over just a little more so my skirt only reached the very bottom of my ass and told him, “Show me what I’ve been missing.”
With a wicked grin, Luca looked surprised in me. “Take your panties off.”
My smile became almost sinister as I watched him touch himself. Even in black, I can saw the area between his legs begin to take shape. My heart sped up. “I’m not wearing any.”
Luca let out a low growl in satisfaction to that announcement. “Sit on my lap,”
he said patting his thigh. I followed his directions. Why the hell wouldn’t I? He promised me a night of pleasure, an experience I won’t forget. I believed him completely. Sitting down on his lap, I rubbed my ass against his dick making sure he understood the assignment. He moaned quietly and I felt his length as he relaxed his hips, regaining his own composure. His arms wrapped around me settling on my hips, but I wanted him to touch me lower. I put my hands of top of his and started moving them down towards my center. He stopped and I let out a sigh.
“Rules,”
he said into my ear.
“Rules?” I asked.
“Yes, you like rules. I already know that. Here are the rules. I can tell when you enjoy something I am doing by how you sound and respond to my touch. I want you to find your voice. The rules are you tell me what you want if I’m not doing it, tell me to stop if you don’t like it, say faster when you need it or harder when you’re ready. Agreed?”
He asked and kissed my neck and bit the bottom of my ear softly.
“Yes,”
I breathed out. “I want you to touch me.” I tried to urge his hands but he’s in complete control. My sense of control vacated this room. Finally, his hands started moving down but moved to the inside of my thighs. He pushed both my thighs outward and over his own, spreading me. He continued using his legs to open me as far as he could.
“Is this okay,”
he asked trailing his right hand up to the seam of my shirt and under, stopping until I answered. I can’t fucking answer. My head was swimming in ecstasy just from his touch.
“Yes, yes, everything is okay. Don’t stop,”
I felt desperate in my reply. He chuckled and I felt it against my back. His hand moved against my ribs cupping my tit while he took a deep breath. It’s satisfying to know he was just as excited as me. My nipples went hard at his touch as he softly caressed them. His left hand slowly moved down between my legs and I heard a sound come from my mouth that I didn’t recognize when he touched me. My head started to feel euphoric as his ran his finger down and back up the center of me. He moved his hand right to that pleasure area that had eluded most men. Luca’s thumb applied a little bit of pressure against my clit as he made slow circles. The feeling started to wind all the way into my stomach cascading back down to my core. He knew. He felt me purr in enjoyment prompting him to move his fingers down, dipping one and then two inside of me, slowly pumping. Pulling them out slowly, I watched as he moved his hand from between my legs up to his mouth to taste me. He sucked his fingers and looked me in the eyes, “Even sweeter than I imagined and I imagined it quit a lot.”
I might actually fucking die of a heart attack tonight. What the fuck had I been missing for the past ten years of my life? This was definitely not even close to anything I had experienced, by miles. Every single thing Luca did, no matter how outside my comfort zone, felt great. Ruined. This was going to ruin me in the best fucking way!
His hand returned to my core, followed by the other as he pumped his fingers inside me, curling them up to hit a spot that elicited his name followed by moans and a desperate pleading. His other hand encompassed making sure what was building inside me was primed to explode.
“Luca, deeper,”
I told him.
“Luca,”
I begged but wasn’t sure what I was even asking for.
“I love hearing you say my name. I’m going to make you say it until you can’t,”
he said. In pleasure, I arched my back grinding harder into his hand. I wrapped my arm behind his neck trying to find a way to keep my body grounded to the Earth. Luca pressed his hips against my ass making the pressure between us more intense. I repeated his name several times but can’t remember a second of it. My voice was raspy from the release. I was so wet and could feel it all over his hand. He slowed his rhythm but didn’t completely stop. My breathing finally calmed. I’m definitely not feeling normal, but I want this to be my new normal. My body is tingled allover, even down to my toes.
Luca wrapped his arms around me, taking my hands into his own and lacing our fingers. “That was the sexiest thing I have ever watched,”
he whispered with a heat to his voice. He was definitely ready to have his own release, but he held me here patiently like nothing beyond this moment matters.
“That was new,”
I admitted. “Point for you.”
This thing between Luca and me, this short moment in time, from the start was built on being entirely honest. There are no hidden meanings or false contexts. It’s refreshing. I don’t have to hide a single part of myself with him. I’m positive no sexual relationship, even a long term one, has come close to this level of comfort. With complete certainty, no man ever put my needs first without some kind of immediate demand following. Or checked to see if my needs were even met. That’s not okay. After what just happened, what I just experienced, it’s never okay again.
“Amore mio, you’re too beautiful for anything less than obsession,”
he said as we get up from the chair and moved back into the room.
He moved in front of me. “Hands up,”
he said grabbing the bottom of my tank top and pulling it over my head. He threw it across the room for dramatic effect. I laughed at him. Even in the most intimate of moments, Luca was having fun and keeping us in the moment. He placed both his thumbs on either side of my skirt, moving it down my legs towards the floor. I stepped out of carefully, and watched my skirt join my tank on the other side of the room. He just looked at me, right in my eyes. This look somehow told me so many attribute hiding behind the ridiculous good looks. His eyes showed me the depth of his soul, his astounding intelligence which many didn’t get to see, the devotion he had for his family, the strength of his empathy and his superhuman ability to know exactly how to destroy me for every other man. I saw it looking back at me.
“Put a pillow behind you against the headboard and sit all the way back against it,”
he said as I instantly followed his directions. He could have directed me to touch my toes while he proceeded to the next part of whatever was going on here, and I would have snapped to it. I sat with my back against the pillow looking at him still standing at the edge of the bed, watching me. I pulled my knees in towards my body and slowly dropping them towards the bed. He watched me with a predatory look. Finally, he pushed his black pants down to the floor and flung them across the room to join my pink pile. My eyes moved down his body to where his hand stroked his dick slowly. I could see the vascular throbbing pass between his hand. Shit was about to get really cozy. I expected spectacular, since he was easily a few inches over six feet tall and confident as fuck, but the thickness gave me a pause of concern. I mindlessly moved my own hand between my legs feeling how hot and wet I was for him. Perfectly primed.
“I might have concerns,”
I admitted pointing. He looked down at himself and back up at me. He laughed.
“It’s fine, prometto,”
he promised kneeling on the bed and placing his hands on the inside of both my legs. I moaned from his touch, the vibration moving from my chest into my center. He pushed me apart and put his chest on the bed placing his head directly between my legs. “I want you to watch as I enjoy eating your pussy. You’ll want to tell me to stop. This is the one time I won’t listen to you, okay?”
“Uh-huh,”
I barely was audible. These are words I have never heard from another man. I was panting and he hadn’t even touched me with his mouth. I will never tell him to stop. No stopping. Not tonight. He moved closer between me and I felt the coarseness of his tongue touch me as he drove all the way into my pleasure palace. He took my clit into his mouth and that powerhouse of nerves was short circuiting. He sucked almost to a painful point and stopped. He repeated the same movement and my head dropped back as I closed my eyes. He stopped and blew slowly on me, creating a tingling sensational mix between cold and exaltation.
“Look at me, Charlie,”
he said this time with a very heavy Italian accent. His English was almost perfect, but here, lost between my legs his found his way back to his own origin. It’s beautiful and alluring. I want him to continue talking dirty in that voice.
“Watch me until you absolutely can’t. I want you to watch my mouth on your pussy.”
I felt powerful, like a goddess being worshipped in the most carnal way. “You taste so good. I want to taste every part of you. I want to fuck you every way.” He moaned against me and I feel two of his fingers slide inside me. His tongue was solely focused on helping me reach a new climax while his fingers pumped inside me, slowly picking up their rhythm.
“Luca,”
the begging began sooner than I expected. I felt the building as his mouth moved faster, licking and sucking in cadence with his fingers.
“Luca, faster,”
I cried out. I felt tears escaping down my cheeks. I’m not sure what that means, but I can’t stop it—so I don’t care about it. He pumped faster, adding a third finger inside of me, stretching me. The deeper pushing tips me over the edge and as I kept my eyes on him. He looked at me and locked eyes with me, but doesn’t stop. I screamed his name, over and over, as he devoured me, never stopping when I pleaded his name. I fell back against the pillow and arch my back, light headed, stars formed across my vision. The room went dark, but I was aware everything going on around me. Luca slowed his pace. He put his head on the pillow next to me and pulled me to his chest, as I regained my composure.
“I might never get enough of you, tesoro,”
he muttered into my hair. My left hand touched the small amount of hair scattered across his chest. I moved my hands down his abdomen to feel the ridges of his abs, and wondered if I was in a dream. Was that possible? It seemed probable. It’s a fair question. Am I going to wake up soon? My fingers danced down his stomach, touching the muscles outlining his hip and driving the momentum down further. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his very hard dick and stroke him once, and he closed his eyes.
He gently grabbed my hand pulling it away, gasping a big breath in. “Sii paziente, bella,”
he managed to get out. I only nodded in response, letting him know I understood. I suddenly had forgotten all my words in both English and French.
“Move to your knees, then put your body down on the bed. Leave this perfect ass in the air, okay?”
He watched me as I turned over to my knees, adjusted myself on the bed and slowly pushed my body down and my ass up. He moved into position directly behind me, veiling his hands on my hips to pull me even closer. My pussy wanted to feel him inside of me. I felt my excitement running down my legs. Luca ran his tongue under me and all the way up, licking all the heat trying to escape my body.
“You’re perfect. So wet for me. I love this view so fucking much. Questa sara la mia fine!”
He laughed almost maniacally. Luca was lost to lust. I could feel his careful control starting to crumble. He wanted to plunge into me, but somehow managed to rub his tip up and down me before pushing slighting inside. An unexpected gasp escaped my lips. He pulled back just a tiny bit before pushing in harder, but still not very deep. “Breathe slowly. That was for me, not you. You feel so fucking good.” He told me louder than before. He pushed further inside of me, the sensation was filling me completely. It was a tight fit, but Luca continued on. I was panting heavily at how full I felt. The sensation when he moved inside of me. He pulled me towards him as he drove himself further. My pussy kept him so lubricated that he kept pushing deeper, slowly back out and slamming back in. His body pressed against my ass now with him filling every part of me. He growled as he reached this achievement. He primed me enough to take every single inch and width of his glory. He dug his entire hand into my hair and massaged the back of my head pulling gently with the rhythm of his pumping. This time he called my name! He craved more every time my insides squeezed around him trying to hold on and keep him locked in place. “Charlie, Fuck!” He yelled.
He continued this pace and I had the sudden insatiable need to ride him. “Luca,”
I managed, “I want to ride you.”
He hummed in recognition, but I was positive he didn’t recognize a single word I just said. He was in his own mind, taking every bit of pleasure driving in and out of me.
“Now, Luca!”
I demanded. Luca came right back into this moment realizing I was directing actual words at him and expected a response.
“What?”
He asked still somewhere between lucid and lost.
“Luca, I want to fucking ride you, now!”
I said with intent of getting my way.
“I will never argue with that request,”
he responded, pushing down gently on the middle of my back and watched himself slowly withdraw from me. He let out the hottest sigh of pleasure. His mouth moved across my ass as both his hands cupped my sides. He moaned into my ass and sunk his teeth right into my left check biting down in the most sensual way. He moved up the bed beside me, fluffing a pillow to bend it in half and put a second one the long way up and down over it and placed it behind his back. He wiggled a bit and I watched as he found the perfect position to welcome me to his lap.
“You’re going to sit up,”
I asked in a kind of questioning way.
“I am. Fidati di me, il mio amante,”
he held his arms out to me encouraging me to climb aboard. This version of me wanted things and now. I moved my leg across his body to straddle him. I took in a long deep breath not sure of how this would feel compared to him fucking me from behind. I was committed. I wanted him inside me. I grabbed his cock guiding it to my entrance. I brought my body slowly down over his cock. I began to rock my hips back and forth moving him deeper inside of me. I cupped my own tits, Luca reacted to that with a jolt upwards and calling my name, “Charlie, you’re going to destroy me.”
Settling myself against him, his dick was pulsing so hard and filled me up to the end of me. He corrupted every bit of me from the inside out. He moved my hands to his chest and leaned to put his mouth around my nipple. His other hand wrapped around my ass encouraging an increase in my pace. I naturally wanted to get off because it was so much. His sitting position created a suction between us intensifying the impact of my grinding on him—for both of us. My fingers wrapped around his shoulders digging in as a pressed down and shifted my hips back giving him a complete view of me. I found my own tempo, speeding up slightly as Luca tilts his head backs and squeezes his eyes shut in pleasure.
“Luca, watch me fuck you. No looking away,”
I teased him but also conveyed a serious tone. I wanted his eyes on me. They burned my built and I felt my orgasm starting to submit before it exploded.
“I am almost there,”
I promised worried he would come before I finished.
“Oh, don’t worry. I want to watch you come undone. Then, I am going to fuck you so hard.”
His words helped increase my pace, faster and harder, taking him impossible deep inside of me. Corrupting me savagely, but I wanted it. He pushed his fingers roughing into my hips so that it created a pressure point sensation. And it happened, I erupted. I cried his name. Dug my nails into his back. Moved my mouth to his should and bit down. He hands moved me until the convulsing subsided and there was nothing left of me. I plunged helpless on his chest gasping air in a sob. I felt wild and untamed, but more importantly, insatiable and hungry. I craved Luca like a starving animal. I couldn’t move but my mind was prepared for more. Unaware of how much time passed, I sat up using his body to help. He was still filling me all the fucking way up, hard as could be, and I was pleased to induce that desire in him.
“I am going to fuck you until I explode inside of you. It’s going to be the best thirty seconds of our lives,”
he smiled at his own joke. I started laughing at his admission that he wouldn’t last long. I secretly didn’t believe him. I am now very aware that he is capable of many great and unfathomable things. I am positive this will be no different.
“How do you want to fuck me, Luca,”
I asked dragging the “a” in his name long and suggestively. I touched my lips to his gently. I kissed him biting his lower lip just a little in a playful manner. My action caused his reaction to push up inside of me.
“Every way. I want to fuck you, every single way,”
but the last word is barely a whisper. We were most excellent at this sex thing and his response showed we were on the same page. Our bodies quickly learned to understand each other.
“Roll to your back,”
he said and I did. He moved his body between mine, his arm bent to the left of my body propping himself up to look right at me. He lined himself right at my entrance while wrapping his arm around my right leg guiding it up and back. He softly placed my foot along his hip telling me without words to keep it here and pushed me open as he drove himself inside. Opening my hip gave him a deeper reach and allowed him to fully push his hips against my body. He moved his hand behind my back and pulled me up showing me how arching my back creating a new angle, increasing the pressure of his pacing pumps. He moved faster leaning into his left arm, allowing his body weight to produce more momentum as he fucked me. He wrapped his right hand and arm around my leg, cuddling it close to his body.
“Luca, don’t stop,”
I pleaded of him. I kept begging him to push harder, deeper. “I can feel you deep inside of me. Deeper, Luca. Deeper.” He complied with every single command I had. His promised thirty second of pleasure lastly forever. I fell apart again right before Luca did. He wasn’t exaggerating when he said he was going to fuck me and fill me up. When he let go, I felt the rush of warmth gush inside of me, seeping out at the same time. It dripped down my ass giving me an unexpected sensation that I liked.
This wasn’t normal sex. I never wanted to touch normal sex again. What I experienced before today was all basic boring bitch behavior sex. In one night, I leveled up so far. We continued to fuck for hours until three or four in the morning, and he continued to amaze me. He recovered like he was twenty-one (he was a few years older than me). He was committed to exploring all of me. He pulled the next release out of me. He showed me my voice and taught me how to use it. This might’ve earned him his ticket straight into heaven, if you believe in that stuff. He could murder kittens and hate children and still go straight to the front of the line. Fast pass. A parade in his honor. I’m not sure if I believed in any of that, but I believed this is what heaven would feel like, complete bliss. I probably owed him a life debt now. I could give him a kidney or part of my liver, if he ever needed one. I wondered if we had the same blood type? That was how I feel about this night.
I looked over at Luca sleeping next to me, one arm across his face and the other resting on my stomach. I didn’t ask Luca how he felt about a hookup spending the night in his bed. Every guy talked about how weird it was asking a girl to leave. The sentiment was if she’s not your girlfriend, get going. Luca wasn’t like any of the guys I knew or spent. I definitely wasn’t his girlfriend and now thought I should go back to my room in case he doesn’t expect me to be here when he woke up.
I slowly slid out from under his arm and took my short walk of shame (I have no shame about tonight, but what else do you call it) down the hall to my own room.
Looking in the mirror, I decided to brush my chaotically messy hair and put it up in a messy bun. I turned the water as hot as it went, not very hot in Paris. Reluctantly, I stepped in the shower to wash off. I could already tell I was going to be sore, so why make it worse by being sticky and sweaty. I cleaned every inch of my body except my hair because I don’t have the energy for that. I allowed myself ten extra minutes of just enjoying standing there the semi-hot water. I dried off and pulled on a thin silk short nightie. It’s the only thing I could tolerate wearing at night during the hot summer. The month of June was brutal, both warm and sticky. I collapsed into my bed without even attempting to make it under the duvet and my world fell silent.