Amy giggled at his expression before backing up and sitting down on his lap, grabbing his hands and bringing them up to her breasts. “Why don’t you unwrap the rest of your surprise Christmas present, Luca?”
“You definitely won’t have to ask me twice.” Not with an invitation that blatant, and Amy’s juicy ass sliding back on his lap, cradling his arousal in warm, soft flesh. Hands full of her breasts, he pressed his face against her neck, licked and nibbled at her smooth skin. He sucked in a slow love bite as he unhooked the front catch of her bra, letting her breasts tumble free into his eagerly waiting hands.
Soft gasps and moans spilled from Amy’s lips as Luca made his mark on her throat. Strong fingers kneaded her breasts before he caught both nipples between forefingers and thumbs and pulled, slow and firm, making her back arch and her breath catch.
“You’re so damn tempting,” Luca breathed hotly in her ear, his hips rocking in slow thrusting motions, pressing the thick hardness of his erection against her ass. “My little Christmas firecracker.” He rolled her nipples firmly, squeezing and tugging until Amy almost sobbed with need.
“Please,” she begged, her hands reaching behind her, stroking almost frantically at his taut abs, trying to work down between their bodies so she could stroke at his cock through his pants. “Please, Luca…”
“No hurry.” He nipped at her earlobe before releasing one breast, stroking down over her stomach and passing his hand over her panties to press over her mound, fingers curling under to feel the heat and moisture welling between her thighs. “Is there?” Deftly he eased a finger beneath the elastic, tapped lightly on her clit.
Amy made an incoherent sound in response, writhing around on his lap until Luca thought he might explode with lust. He eased her a little to one side so that he could look over her shoulder and see what he was doing, see her breasts jiggling as she shifted and panted out his name. She brought her hands around to grab his wrist, grinding herself against his fingers in a desperate attempt to get the stimulation she craved.
“You want it, don’t you?” Luca ground out against her soft skin, biting lightly at her shoulder. “Want a good hard fucking.”
Delirious with need, Amy didn’t care about the crude words he used, just about getting what she wanted. “Yes,” she panted, turning her head to kiss him, their mouths clashing sloppily, his stubble rasping her chin. She shrieked into his mouth as two thick fingers pushed up inside her, the heel of his hand rubbing circles over her clit as he thrust firmly.
“So wet,” Luca groaned. Amy’s juices slicked his fingers, sweet scent of her musk teasing his nose. “I gotta have a taste.”
Amy moaned with loss as his hand slipped out of her panties, but a moment later he was shifting her easily off his lap and onto the chair while he slid down to kneel on the floor, his hands grasping her hips and tugging her forward to the edge of the seat. He took his sweet time pulling her panties down over her stockings, gazing his fill as he did so, thoroughly enjoying the process of unwrapping Amy. He pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses to the soft flesh of her inner thighs as he reached to remove the garter belt and peel the stockings down too, leaving her entirely nude, spread out like a feast before him.
Sighing with pleasure, Amy lay back against the armchair’s cushioned back and relaxed. Luca didn’t seem in any hurry to get to the main event, seemed keen to pleasure her. She had no objection to the idea of that sexy mouth of his on her pussy at all, anyway. His stubble chafed her thighs as he moved higher, an erotic stimulus that had her legs falling apart of their own volition.
“Play with your breasts for me,” Luca requested hoarsely, staring ravenously up at Amy. “You look so beautiful like this, you’ve no idea...” His cock was straining uncomfortably inside his pants. He pressed his hand against it firmly, trying for some self-restraint; Amy deserved better than a quick bang, especially since he had no idea if she would even get off that way. He fully intended to eat her out first until she was screaming his name with ecstasy.
A very happy Christmas to me, Luca thought with a grin as he buried his face in Amy’s pussy. She was neatly waxed, just a thin strip of auburn curls that didn’t get in his way at all as he licked a broad slow stripe up from slit to clit. All the while, his gaze stayed riveted on the glorious sight of Amy playing with her own breasts, plumping and squeezing them in her hands, thumbs flicking over her swollen nipples.
Amy had the vague feeling that she ought to be somehow ashamed of the noises that burst from her as Luca’s hot tongue lapped at her pussy, but she really didn’t care. What he was doing felt far too good, his strong hands holding her hips still as his tongue worked, tracing circles and figure-eights over her clit. She sobbed with frustration when he paused for a moment, but he was only moving one hand from her hip to put it below his chin, long fingers sliding back inside her before crooking up to stroke stealthily at the tiny bundle of nerves that made her see stars.
Luca grinned as Amy shrieked his name, her soaked passage clenching hard on his fingers, her whole body quivering. He kept licking at her clit, slowing his strokes, fingers still moving inside her but more gently as she came back down. She’d let go of her breasts, clamped her hands down on the chair’s arms, her pretty lips parted in an O as the climax rippled through her body.
“Fucking beautiful,” Luca’s hoarse rasp made her peel her eyelids apart and squint at him blearily. He was sitting back on his heels, unfastening his belt with hands that shook slightly, the expression on his face one of raw lust. “You’re beautiful,” he told her, sincerity throbbing in his voice. Amy, who always thought of herself as too curvaceous to be really beautiful, truly believed that he meant it. She smiled and opened her arms to him.
Luca tripped himself trying to get out of his pants and undershorts too fast, nearly fell on top of Amy. Laughing at his own eagerness, he shook his head, bracing himself with one hand on the back of the chair above her head. “Look what you do to me, beautiful girl.”
Amy was definitely looking. Luca’s cock jutted proudly towards her, thickly swollen, a droplet of pre-cum showing at the purpled tip. She licked her lips unconsciously as she stared, and Luca grinned.
“Want a taste, dirty girl?” One big hand cupped the head of his cock, thumb swiping up the droplet before he leaned over and offered it to her lips. Amy had no hesitation at all in opening her mouth and licking the droplet off, before sucking his thumb right into her mouth. She worked the pad with her tongue, all the while gazing up into his eyes.
“You tryin’ to kill me?” Luca rasped out, shaking his head. “Next time, beautiful, you can put that gorgeous mouth on me, but right now if I don’t get inside you I’m gonna go mad.”
Amy smiled around his thumb, letting it out of her mouth with a pop. “Sounds good to me,” she said breathily, watching as Luca wrapped his own hand around his cock, jacking it slowly. He was generously endowed, thick and long; she could feel the heat in her pussy increasing as she imagined how it would feel to take him inside her.
“Come sit on my lap again, beautiful girl,” Luca requested, holding out a hand to help her off the chair. “I want to see those beautiful breasts bouncing in my face as you ride my cock.”
Amy’s eyes almost rolled back in her head again at the mere thought; she accepted his hand, though, let him pull her up. In a moment he was sitting down and pulling her to straddle his thighs, knees clamped close to his hips.
“Such gorgeous breasts,” he muttered, gazing down at them as she pressed close to him, her swollen nipples chafing against the curling dark hair on his chest. “Come here…” she was positioning herself to sink down on him, but he just had to taste those breasts first. Strong hands on her waist pulled her up and he latched onto one nipple, suckling and lapping at it.
“Oh God, Luca!” Amy gasped, her hands coming up and sinking into his hair, holding him close. “Wow. That tongue of yours is a dangerous weapon.”
He chuckled, switching to the other breast. “Glad you like it, an
gel.”
She moaned, grinding her hips against him as he used the edge of his teeth lightly on her nipple. His arousal was pressing against the softness of her stomach, a hard, hot brand against her skin that she desperately wanted to feel inside her. “Please,” she gasped out. “Please, Luca…”
“Yes,” he gritted out against her breast, strong hands clamping on her hips, lifting her up until she was poised at just the right spot, the head of his cock pressing just inside her.
Amy leaned in to press her lips to Luca’s as he lowered her slowly. She could feel her vagina stretching to accept him as he sank deep, a deliciously pleasurable ache that made her shudder and dig her nails into his shoulders, gasping into his mouth as he filled her up.
“That’s it,” Luca whispered against her lips. “Go on, baby, you can take it, you can take all of it.”
“So full,” Amy moaned. “So hard.”
“Hard as a rock for you, baby, you’re so fucking stunning. Feel so tight and hot on me.” His hips were rocking slowly, pulling back and pushing up a little further into her each time. “So sweet, Amy, so much better than I even imagined.”
“Did you imagine me?” Her eyes were wide and vulnerable as she looked at him, as she sank down the last little way to seat her bottom on his thighs, taking his achingly hard shaft inside her right to the root.
“Ever since I first laid eyes on you,” Luca told her truthfully, “I’ve thought about doing this.” Hands clamped on her hips, he lifted her up and lowered her back down easily, setting a slow rhythm that had Amy shaking and clawing at him, broken little pleas spilling from her lips.
“That’s it, baby,” Luca encouraged her to lean back, to open the angle between their bodies so the head of his cock would press right on her G-spot as he thrust.
“Oh God, that’s so good, just there,” Amy panted, desperate for more. Luca was moving too slowly; she braced herself and pushed back against him, making him laugh huskily. Moving his hands to her breasts, tugging and tweaking at her swollen nipples, he told her;
“Go on then, ride me. Take what you want.”
Amy’s cries increased in volume as she sped up, her hips rocking and rolling as she bounced eagerly on Luca’s lap. His rock-hard cock slid in and out of her, intense pleasure washing through her, building with every stroke. Her skin felt intensely sensitive. She was so close, couldn’t quite get there… taking one hand off his shoulder, she dropped it down between them to circle a fingertip over her throbbing, aching clit.
“Oh fuck, that’s so hot,” Luca groaned, eyes fixed on Amy’s fingers between her legs. “That’s it, baby, come on, I wanna feel you squeeze me tight…” He could feel his balls tightening, pulling up to his body, preparing to shoot a massive load of cum into Amy’s willing pussy.
“Luca,” she sobbed, slick internal muscles rippling and clenching. She lost her rhythm as she came, crying out his name. Luca let go of her breasts and wrapped his arms around her, holding on as the climax rolled through her, savoring the sensation of Amy’s body tightening around him.
“So good, baby,” he praised, bracing his thighs to take over, driving back up into her again and again. “So fucking good — ah Christ, that’s it, that’s it!”
Chapter Four
Amy held on tightly to Luca as he roared and shuddered; he pressed his face against her neck, stubble scraping on her tender, sensitized skin. She could feel the hot blast of his cum pumping deep into her, gloried in the sensation. She wanted his scent on her, his cum sliding down her thighs, just as she welcomed the beard burn on her throat and her thighs, the ache of the bruises from the love bites he’d suckled into her skin.
Luca groaned against Amy’s throat, pressed gentle kisses against her collarbone and in the hollow of her throat before pulling back to look at her. She looked glorious with the flush of passion on her cheeks, her red curls tousled, eyes half-lidded with sensual abandon. She gave him a languid, satisfied smile, and he smiled back.
“You okay, beautiful?” he asked softly.
“Mm. Much better than just okay.” She showed no inclination to get off him, and Luca was more than happy to have her where she was, so he pulled her closer against him, cuddling her firmly. She curled her back to tuck her head in against his neck, and he stroked one hand up and down her spine slowly, savoring the silky softness of her skin.
“Best Christmas ever,” he mumbled into her curls, making Amy giggle. Her pussy tightened on his still-sensitive cock and he bit back a yelp. “Huhhh. Wow, you feel so good, sweetheart.” His hand caressed her lower back gently, fingers tracing up and down her spine.
“Mm,” she agreed, and for several long minutes they snuggled together. Finally Amy sighed, shifted back a little. “I really should go home.”
“And I’m technically on the clock, so I really should get back to work.” Luca didn’t want to let her go, though, holding on and pressing a few more kisses to her forehead. At last he lifted her off him, helped her to stand and got up himself. He pulled her close for one last lingering kiss before reluctantly releasing her. “Get your clothes on, angel. I’ll walk you to your car.”
Amy smiled, looking around for her discarded underwear. When she finally found her panties dangling from a lower branch of the nearby Christmas tree, she picked them off and turned around to find Luca already back in his pants, offering her a handkerchief from his pocket. She felt awkward accepting it to clean herself up, but he turned his back to put his shirt and jacket back on, tactfully taking his time to give her some privacy.
Luca’s seed was plentiful and sticky, spilling down her thighs; Amy wiped up as best she could, wondered what to do with the handkerchief briefly before shrugging and discarding it in a nearby garbage receptacle. Wiggling back into her bra and panties, she pulled her dress back on, balled up her stockings and stuffed them into her purse. It was cold out, but she only had a short walk to her car in the multi-storey parking. Her legs wouldn’t freeze. Stepping into her shoes, she turned around to find that Luca had collected her coat and camera bag, was holding the coat for her to put on.
“Thank you,” Amy shrugged into it and Luca caught it closed in front of her; bent down to give her a slow, passionate kiss.
“Thank you,” he said finally, lifting his head, “for the best Christmas gift I’ve ever been given.”
Amy’s smile was shy, but blinding. Luca smiled back at her as he buttoned her coat for her, shouldered her camera bag and reached for her hand.
“I’ll walk you out. I’ll have to unlock one of the access doors for you anyway; they’re all card-controlled at this time of night, in or out, otherwise you’ll set off alarms.”
“Okay.” She let him take her hand, enjoying the way his long, warm fingers wrapped firmly around hers. He walked her out, moderating his long strides to match her short ones, letting go of her hand to pull her close with his arm around her as they exited the main mall and she shivered in the cold air filtering into the empty parking lot from outside. They arrived at Amy’s car and he put the camera bag in the trunk for her, even opened the driver’s door for her to get in, though he stopped her just as she was about to sit down.
“Wait.”
Amy looked up at him, her eyes shining. “Yes?”
For answer, Luca framed her face in his hands and kissed her again, slow and gentle, a heat simmering behind the tenderness that made her sag against him and sigh when he let go.
“Call me, Amy,” he said quietly, taking a business card from his jacket pocket and pressing it into her hand. “My cell number’s on there. Please call me.”
“I will,” she promised, almost overcome by his evident sincerity. This obviously hadn’t been just a one-night-stand for Luca, just as it didn’t feel that way for her. “I promise. Merry Christmas, Luca.” Standing on tiptoe, she reached up to put her arms around his neck and pull him down for another kiss.
“Merry Christmas, Amy,” Luca whispered against her swollen lips finally, gently disengaging and pressing
her to get into the car. “Drive carefully.”
“I will,” she promised, but knew she’d be distracted thinking of him all the way home. It was a good thing she didn’t live far away. “I’ll see you soon, Luca?” her voice was hopeful.
“Just try keeping me away.” He swooped for one more quick kiss, before grabbing her seatbelt and fastening it for her. “Go now, please, before I decide to carry you back to my office and have my wicked way with you on my desk.”
Amy actually hesitated, and Luca chuckled. “Tempted? So am I, but I am on duty.”
She giggled, pink-cheeked at her own wantonness. Luca’s lovemaking had ignited something in her, made her crave more.
“Soon,” he told her, his gaze heated. “And next time, there’s gonna be a bed where I can really take my time with you.”
“... You’re really not making it easy for me to leave.”
Luca laughed at that, stepping back. “Go, angel. Get your rest. You’re gonna need it.”
Smiling as he closed the car door, Amy started the engine. She looked in the rear mirror several times as she drove towards the exit ramp, saw him just standing there, watching her until she finally turned the corner and he was lost to sight.
Luca was back in his office, double-checking that he’d deleted all the surveillance footage of himself and Amy together in the Grotto, when his phone chirped. Fishing it out of his pocket, he blinked at the Unknown Number beside the message icon that had just appeared. He tapped on the screen.
I’m already wishing I’d taken you up on that offer to go back to your office. Amy.
Luca chuckled and sat back in his chair. “Best Christmas ever,” he murmured to himself as his thumbs flew over the screen to text her back.
Amy was just crawling into bed when her phone chirped. She grabbed for it at once, hardly able to believe Luca would have texted her back so quickly, but then who else would be texting her at all so late at night?
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