Lucca's Lust: The Luminara Series Book 3

by SJ Molloy

  Her legs move. She hums and lazily places her hand on my shoulder. I think she is still in a deep sleep so I want to give her a sexy, sleepy orgasm before I bury myself inside her warm, tight, heavenly pussy—my stairway to Heaven.

  If that sweet sound she is making and that languid writhing she is performing underneath me is not as erotic as fuck, and if taking advantage of my girl makes me a sinner … then I am going straight to Hell.

  In quick work, I have pulled down her knickers with my teeth and then used my hands to drag them down her legs and toss them. Her body involuntarily responds. She wriggles, arches her back, and pushes her breasts upwards, making sleepy, suggestive humming sounds. My cock twitches and balls tighten in a painful ache now I have her knickers off.

  I spread her legs and stare at her tantalising and sensual feminine beauty wide open and exposed to me. It is the most erotic fucking image, her beautiful pussy on display for me. Pink, fleshy, shaved all over, and oh so inviting. Mine.

  Her mouth parts and she exhales a long breathy moan. Within seconds, I bury my head between her legs and swirl my tongue over her swollen clit, along her sleek folds, and then I tease her opening which now seeps with her arousal. Nectar from the gods above!

  “Hmmm … Lucca,” she softly moans, waking up.

  “Si, baby. I need you, dolcezza.” I groan, my fingers entering inside her warm sheath. Pussy muscles clamp tightly around my fingers while my other hand rests on the mound of her growing stomach.

  “You are so wet already, Doc. God, what you do to me.” Is it wrong that just resting my hand on her bump turns me on and sends a deep-rooted ache to my balls?

  Probably.

  I think it is because I gave her myself and helped put it there. I created a baby with her, and it feels so goddamn good that a part of me is inside her when I cannot be. Her body is changing because of our love making and shared intimacy, and it makes me want to delve inside her, feel what we share together … and never leave.

  Lussuria. Lust.

  L’amore. The love.

  Luminoso. Light.

  “Hmmm … so good, ah … so nice,” she whispers. Now she is being more responsive. Sleepily, she moves, churning her hips slightly off the bed. Lascivious little minx. Her hand roams over her body until she rests it on my head and entangles her fingers in my shaggy hair. Her other hand digs into the skin on my shoulder.

  “Baby, you taste too fucking good. I could not wait … I needed to taste you, savour you, I cannot get enough. I missed you this morning and last night,” I breathily murmur then return to sucking and swirling my tongue over her clit in a merciful tease while curling my long fingers inside her. I know exactly the precious spot that drives her stir-fucking-crazy with sensation.

  “Jesus … Lucca … um don’t stop,” she begs and whimpers. I love how responsive she is and how much she knows what she wants, what I can give her. Keeping my fingers probing inside her, I release my wet lips from her pussy only for a moment. I like to look up at her and see her beautiful face, the lust in her eyes, flush in her cheeks, and her sexy mouth parting, making indecent erotic noises.

  I kiss a sexy trail of kisses up towards her stomach, and then I brand my mark by pressing my lips on her bump while my thumb strokes lazy circles over the skin on her tummy. Looking up at her, I marvel in her licentious bedroom eyes burning with want, her head tossing from side to side, hair tousled in a mass over the pillows, swollen breasts rising and falling.

  She pauses, moaning in frustration, and tightens her grip on my head, pulling at my hair. “Please don’t stop, get back down there, Romeo. You woke me, now make it worth it,” she demands in that sexy, raspy voice that she tries so hard to burn in her throat to make it sound fiery. Cute. It only makes her sound more erotic, and she has no fucking idea.

  Now there is my girl, the one who knows what she wants and is willing to take, who tries to take charge. I chuckle against her tummy and then remove my fingers, only to thrust them back inside—hard and fast—stealing a long ragged breath from her.

  I love working her up. She will not admit it, but it drives her fucking wild. My dolcezza loves it too. She pushes my head back down, spreading her knees further apart. Removing my hand from her tummy, I gently press her thigh and push her leg back and to the side. That is better. Easier access and more space for me to feast.

  “You ask … you get, baby,” I say before nipping at her clit and lavishing her swollen folds relentlessly. My fingers slide, curling inside her against her most sensitive nerves. She contracts around me, and I know she is close.

  “Good, baby?” I ask before reaching up to take one of her rock-hard nipples between my thumb and middle finger. I squeeze her aroused nipple at the same time I slide my fingers out of her and spear my tongue inside her hot, drenched pussy.

  The aperture to my nirvana.

  “Yes, oh God, yes,” she pants. Seductively, she arches her back, rakes her fingers over my shoulders and head, then wraps one leg around my waist. Digging her foot into my lower back, I feel her body tense and tighten. I know it is only seconds until she explodes.

  A quick switch, my fingers giving her other perky nipple some attention, my tongue back on her clit and fingers curling inside her. It is all it takes for her to cry out my name, convulse around me, and throw her head back while the spasms of her orgasm tear through her.

  Christ she has almost unmanned me. I can feel my pre-cum moisten the swollen head of my cock. A thrill of energy surges through me. My balls clench with an impatient ache, jerking with desperation.

  When I am satisfied Lexi is coming down from her release, after she stops sighing and moaning in that erotic teasing way, I sit back on my knees and grab the base of my cock.

  “Oh wow,” she says, contently nibbling on her lip and fluttering her lashes staring at me adoringly. I think she appreciated being woken up.

  “Wow, indeed.” I smirk. Using my thumb, I flick the bead of cum from the tip of my cock, and smear it over her plump lips. Her eyes widen with hunger—eager, raucous, and full of passion. When she darts her tongue out to lick it off, she sensually moans and closes her eyes. Fuck me, my arousal rushes through me at rapid intensity. Erogenous excitement.

  I. NEED. HER. NOW!

  By the time she opens her eyes, I have positioned my cock at her sweet, hot entrance. My cock pulsates and thickens just with the slightest touch of her wet pussy. Fuck, I am going to enjoy this. I lean over her, careful not to press too hard on her stomach, and head straight for her breasts while I stroke her pulsating pussy with the tip of my cock.

  Nuzzling into her cleavage, I grab one sumptuous breast before swirling my tongue over a pebbled nipple. Holy shit, I lose it. I cannot wait any longer, I am too stimulated.

  My cock slides into her tempting pussy and a surge of electricity courses through me from my head to my balls, a tingle of pleasure rippling down my spine. She whimpers, sighs, and urgently moans my name while gripping the sheet with one hand, my ass with the other.

  I still and relish in the bliss of her core. “Lexi, baby, fuckkkk!” I groan with a deep grizzle at the back of my throat. What my girl does to me, how she makes me feel is incomparable.

  It feels so fucking good and I need to savour the moment. That first few moments when my girth and length fill her, it is indescribable. My head is fucked with exhilarated buzz, body overloaded with lust. I pull back slightly, jerk my hips forward, and give her all of me … but I still once more. I want to last. She inhales and holds her breath at the back of her throat.

  “Lucca, please, I need you. Lucca, move … I … ah,” she moans with covetous lust.

  “Christ, you feel like heaven,” I reply before suckling on her other breast. I massage, grope, and grab her breast, then lick and twist her nipple.

  If Lexi was not so pregnant, she would probably be moving upwards and encouraging me to pump in and out of her by now. With her developing shape and her body pinned underneath me, she does not have much power or room to r
ock her hips. I know exactly what she likes and how she likes it, and I like to spoil her and do all the work so she does not even need to move.

  Shifting back on my knees, I slowly slide out of her, not fully … just enough to keep the veins on my cock surfacing and enough to tease Lexi. I lift off her pelvis, giving her room to lift her hips up, and then I cup her ass and place her feet over my shoulders. I love to have a tight grip on her ass because I can keep control and guide her by rocking her up to meet my thrusts.

  “Yes, like that,” she desperately cries with relief, her voice quavering with need. Like I said, I know every single inch of this beautiful mind and body beneath me, and thankfully, I know exactly how to satisfy both of us simultaneously.

  I draw my throbbing cock out of her and splay a large palm protectively on her stomach, clenching her ass with the other. Christ, I cannot wait. I am already missing her contracting walls gripping around me.

  Pushing forward, I pump into her deep and powerful, filling her to the hilt. Balls deep. Jesus, it is a sensual enrapture of hedonism. She is like my warm core of sweet paradise. The centre of my fucking universe—a universe that feeds my hunger for life and teaches me how to appreciate sacred love. Every ounce of tension from earlier leaves my body, and I am consumed with pure elated lust.

  Now … this is what I call therapy.

  “Oh my God, Lucca … it feels too good,” she whimpers before biting her lip and digs her nails into the flexed muscles of my biceps.

  I love when she holds on tightly and I tower above her, embracing her with my masculinity. Her dainty, feminine, manicured hands are so small grasping my muscles, and yeah, I am a man. It makes me feel strong and protective of her, like I am taking good care of her the way a man should.

  Tossing my head back and clenching my teeth, the veins on my neck pulse as I ruthlessly hammer into her, again and again with primal force and determination, driving her crazy, driving me senseless, driving us to the edge together.

  Losing it, I fight the urge to close my eyes. I like to watch her. The image of her beneath me while I fill her … sweet fucking Jesus. An erotic masterpiece. A beautiful work of art before my very eyes, and shit, if it is not arousing. And these eyes have good taste. I love and appreciate finer things in life, and the vision and feel of my girl … finery at its best.

  “Christ, baby, nothing feels better than burying myself this deep inside you. Do you feel this?” I breathlessly pant before slamming into her again. “Tell me…” slam “…baby … need to know…” thrust.

  “…yesssss, Lu—cc—a, yes. It feels … oh my God, I am nearly therrrrrreeee …” she moans in a loan drawn out cry.

  I fucking love it when she tells me how close she is. Adorable. As if I do not know. I know her body better than she does, and I know when she is close to falling over. It makes me feel like I am controlling her orgasm when she gives me her warning, and every man loves that. Hearing it spill from her lips just makes the experience even more special when we are in sync.

  Collegato. Connected.

  Unito. United.

  Fuso. Fused.

  Esplosivo! Explosive!

  Yanking her ass cheek and grinding into her forcefully to meet my thrusts, my balls smack her ass, tighten, and pinch with a heavy ache. Fuck me! I will not last much longer. My cock expands and I pump faster and harder, sweat dripping from my brow.

  Ripples of energy swirl in my groin, down my spine, and stomach, I am too close. I need her to cum with me, so I remove my hand from her stomach and massage her swollen little clit while I race to take us over together. Lexi tenses, cries, and thrashes her head and buries her head against her upper arm, whimpering against her skin. It is too much for her. It is too much for me.

  “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.