by SJ Molloy
What the hell?
It is filled with individual, designer boxes. I pull them out; there are Gucci boxes, Louis Vuitton, Prada, Channel, Armani, Roberto Cavalli, Christian Louboutin, Pucci....no wonder the damn thing was so heavy! Opening some of them, I find there are lots of shoes: three different pairs of dressy high heels, sandals, ankle shoe boots, knee-high boots and trendy shoe-boots. There is an assortment of bags: a Channel clutch, Gucci handbag, A Louis Vuitton tote, and a Prada oversized bag.
This is unbelievable!
I open more boxes to reveal clothes: daytime dresses, dressy dresses, two coats, a jacket, two blazers and blouses. There’s also a few pairs of denim jeans, trouser shorts, vests, skirts, and swimwear all in the same designer labels.
This must have cost more than I earn in five plus years!
I open the final two boxes: expensive Guia La Bruna and La Perla delicate underwear, lace and silk, in various designs and colours.
Lucca walks in and sits on the arm of the sofa, still just wearing only his boxer shorts. “Hmm, I love the lingerie. That will look amazing on you, but I’ll enjoy ripping it off you even more.”
“Lucca what is all this?”
“It’s my gift to you. I knew you wouldn’t want to go shopping with me, you were being cynical back at the villa when I mentioned it, so I decided to bring them to you. You still have one to open,” he says.
I’m astonished and overwhelmed. “Lucca, how did you arrange this? I can’t accept them and how on earth would I even get them home? My mind is running away from me.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll make provisions with the airline.”
He really does think of everything. I trace my fingers over the underwear, feeling the luxurious material.
“Are you mad at me?” he asks, sighing.
“No, I’m not mad, but I am overwhelmed. Lucca, please don’t be angry, but I can’t accept these.” I stand up, and he takes my hand.
“You have one more to open. You may as well since you’ll be packing it all back up again.”
“Fine” I retort. I open the last one, and my eyes open wide. I unzip a dress carrier and with an inward gasp I put my hand over my mouth. I lift up an elegant long evening dress—a Marchesa gown. Cream chiffon and full length, cut to sculpt across the bust line, then gathers and overlaps until it flares out into a fishtail at the bottom, with lots of floaty chiffon material that looks like it would swoosh around your feet when you walked. The front is intricately detailed with black lace, wide over one shoulder, the lace traveling down one bust and one side of the dress at the front, then continuing around the back of the dress in an intricate vintage design. I stroke my fingers over the black lace and hold the dress up.
It’s perfect.
“I thought, you know if we go to the Opera, you could wear it then.” He looks dubious. “I love it! It’s spectacular, and I’m truly speechless.”
I set the dress down, walk over and throw my arms around him kissing him. “I will keep the dress to wear if we go to the opera, but you’re sending everything else back.” I soften my voice in my sweet tone because I know he wants a fiery reaction from me.
“Okay, Doc.”
“What? So you’re not going to argue with me?”
“Nope. Come and get some breakfast.”
After we eat pancakes with blueberry jam and drink coffee, we decide to stay at the farmhouse today to sunbathe and frolic.
Lucca makes some calls catching up on some of his work while I prepare lunch. It feels so effortless being in his company doing things for each other. Gracefully, I make my way around the kitchen in the white robe while singing along to Fallin by Alicia Keys. I sigh with happiness. I wish I were living these days every day of my life. No stress, anxiety or bad dreams— simply bliss.
Lucca walks in behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. “You have a beautiful voice, I like listening to you, you sing like an angel.” Blushing, I swat his hands away, and he laughs as he casually strolls outside.
After we’ve finished our lunch, Lucca decides to take a break from his work. I sit on the side of the pool and dangle my legs in while Lucca stands in the pool, water to his waist and holding onto my hips. I lean my head back and soak up the sun; it’s marvellous, radiating against my skin. When I sit back up to take a drink from my wine glass, I notice Lucca staring at me, his blue eyes melting into me.
“You are so fucking gorgeous.” He takes my glass from my hand and places it down, then leans his chest in to meet me. Opening my mouth, I accept his wet tongue in a dirty, licentious kiss, immediately triggering an aroused excitement between my legs.
Pool sex.
I can’t think of anything else I’d rather be doing right now.
He runs his needy hands down my neck, kissing softly from my ear... my neck...my chest...the swell of my breasts...
I arch my back and lie back with my ass to the edge of the pool, legs still dangling in the water. Lucca lifts my legs and I wrap them around his waist. Leaning back on my forearms, he takes my nipples, sucking, licking, and teasing. He travels his tongue down my stomach, feathering soft kisses on my sensitive skin, then lifts my legs and pushes my knees gently back, spreading my legs wide open.
The pressure of his kissing intensifies as he descends to my damp, impatient sex, licking wet trails with his tongue to meet the inside of my leg. I’m so exposed, so turned on, so desperate for his heavenly skilled tongue on my clit. Rising my hips I encourage his torturous tongue just where I need it as I groan and push my breasts forward.
When his tongue meets my sensitive spot, I flinch and gasp. I tangle my fingers through his hair as he continues circling, flickering...pushing two fingers deep inside me. I tighten and rock my hips up slightly; he enters further, pressing my front wall, penetrating me in all the right spots. His tongue working magic, he lifts his head slightly and stares up at me.
Jesus, it’s so erotic.
“Lucca, please.” I moisten my lips seductively, watching him with greedy, primal, burning eyes.
He lowers back down on me, in me, around me. It’s sensual, stimulating and total, pleasurable hedonism. My blood pounding, my heart thumping, I cry out with complete fulfilment as I crest into an explosive climax, kicking the heel of my feet against the water again and again. When his tongue and fingers have finished killing me softly, I lift my body up off the ground. Lucca supports my back and brings me to meet him, lifting me up and down into the water.
“I need you right now. Can I have you?”
“Lucca, I want you.” I slide down his body and frantically kiss him, listening to him moan, his breathing getting rapid. He lifts me up and lowers me on his hard erection. With one hard thrust he impales me.
Oh my God.
I hold on as I shake with the sensation, taking him, taking all of him. Lucca keeps me still, and he closes his eyes, holding me just a moment longer. “You feel fucking amazing.” He moves me back and forth, allowing him a deeper penetration. I push and moan a little with each pleasing thrash, driving further towards another culmination.
The water splashing around us, the wetness of our skin, the throbbing of our hearts and the sun shining over his handsome muscular body has me exhilarated beyond belief. Lucca is breathing hard and fast, he brusquely bites my lip, stifling his groans in my mouth, then sucks on my already bruised bottom lip. Digging my hands into him, I close my eyes and enjoy the enraptured bliss.
“Baby, open your eyes. I need to see you.” He groans. I look at his lustful craving eyes, and it’s enough to send me vibrating and clenching into complete utopia while I cry out and splash as I ripple in orgasm Lucca stiffens, tightens and follows my cries with his own.
We wade around the water slowly, moving in circles while we clutch each other, allowing our heart rates and breathing to stabilize. I’m completely sated. It’s the perfect afternoon. I sigh a little, tracing my fingers lightly across Lucca’s back.
“That was just what the Doc ordered,” he
expresses sexily, then kisses below my ear and neck. I can’t help but giggle.
“Ha ha. Yes, the Doc is very satisfied with her results. Thank you, Mr Caruso. I must have a check up again soon.”
“Lexi, you are something so goddamn fucking special, do you know that baby?”
****
After our afternoon of heavenly bliss in the outdoors, eating, drinking and love making, we have a luxuriating, tropical-scented bath together.
“I thought we could go out for dinner tonight. Is that okay?”
“Sure, that would be lovely.” Please don’t let it be his parent’s Villa. I’m just not ready yet, and I want him all to myself for just a little bit longer.
“Then I’d like to take you to Florence tomorrow daytime. Is that okay?” he asks.
I stroke his thigh as I lean into his back, between his legs. “Yes, that would be nice, thank you.”
Lucca kisses my head. “So sweet and all mine,” he whispers.
I sit on the bed and watch Lucca put a pair of jeans. They hang off his hips in that sexy way that makes my heart flutter—this is the look you see on a male model wearing nothing but sexy jeans, his abs ripped to the max.
Oh dear Lord.
“Let me.” I grab a shirt and smile as I trace my fingers over his defined, bulging chest muscles and toned abs. I leave the first few buttons open.
Bloody hell, he’s magnificent.
Looking down at me, Lucca’s brow frowns a little. “Are you not going to get dressed?” he asks with humoured sarcasm.
“I have nothing to wear. You never brought my clothes,” I reply, shyly smiling back at him.
“Well if you want me to take you out, you’re going to have to go downstairs and pick a dress out from the new stuff. I want you naked all the time but I’m not having anybody else looking at you unclothed.”
I’m infuriated, and he is amused which makes this situation worse. “Fine.” I brush past him and storm downstairs.
I rummage through all the expensive glorious items—these clothes are overwhelming, I don’t know where to begin. I pick out a black lace designer bra and panties, and a bright pink shift dress that falls just above the knees with tiered scallops at the bottom, a black belt, black Christian Louboutins and a black Stella McCartney clutch bag.
Strutting back into the room, and trying not to make any eye contact with him, I storm straight through to the ensuite, but I catch a glimpse of him grinning as I walk by. I’m proving to be very weak indeed. I should have put the pouted lip on and stayed in to make a point, but that’s just not me. Plus, I want to go to dinner with my boyfr...
Boyfriend?
I think Lucca is my boyfriend. Maybe that’s being optimistic. This whole situation is very confusing for me.
I look at myself in the mirror. I have an amazing dark tan, especially against the fuchsia colour of the dress. I think I look good tonight, and the outfit does feel lovely on.
“Stunning, baby. Come here,” he says, wrapping his arms around me and settling his hands on my ass.
After kissing and making up, he fastens my watch on my wrist, then we get into Lucca’s car. The bright colours of the warm countryside are shining behind us as we drive through the secluded road lined with tall, green fir trees. It’s such a nice evening; picturesque with a serenity that would make it impossible not to enjoy.
“Lexi, you look amazing, absolutely beautiful. I need to lock you up so no other man sees your beauty. I love that dress on you.”
The mere mention of being locked up sends shivers through my body, igniting unpleasant memories, and I internally struggle to squash those thoughts. After a fairly long road trip, we arrive at Vincenzo’s, a small, beach type shack overlooking the Marina di Bibbona. It’s a one-room restaurant serving local seafood delicacies.
“The chef used to be a fisherman before he opened this place,” Lucca tells me.
We walk in to the small nautical themed restaurant, and find it lively, overflowing with absolute warmth and buzz. Everyone is chatting noisily, enjoying their food and wine. It’s very much a family place with tables of big groups filled with guests of all ages. It’s very chaotic with waiters scurrying around, laughter from guests, and Italian music playing softly in the background. We have only just entered, and I notice Lucca is attracting lots of flirtatious stares from the women. I only have to assume it’s bound to happen all of the time, especially with him looking as though he has just walked off the pages of a magazine. That small surge of jealousy I became familiar with earlier has just reared its head, so I clasp his hand a little tighter.
The handsome waiter hugs Lucca in a tight embrace, and they chat in Italian. Lucca has the biggest grin across his face as he introduces me to Lorenzo, Vincenzo’s son and his very dear friend. Lorenzo blushes, and takes my hand, kissing it.
“Such beauty, such perfection. You are very lucky, Lucca. Please take good care after the Bella ragazza.”
I look down with embarrassment, but Lucca lifts my chin up and kisses me on the lips. Everyone in the small restaurant gasps and looks over at us. The ladies are fiddling with their hair, eyes wide, definitely absorbing Lucca and his charms.
Fuck!
File D for divert. Divert your prying eyes elsewhere.
We are seated at a small table near the window overlooking the Tuscan sunset across the sea, the warm earthy colours of the sun skimming across the water.
“The food here is amazing. Vincenzo is one of the best chefs in the area,” exclaims Lucca as he chooses wine from the Bolgheri region to accompany our meal.
I order Crudo after Lucca tells me the raw fish is to die for, and spaghetti alle vongole, Lucca beams at me. “Wise choice. I will have the same as the beautiful lady,” he tells Lorenzo as he smiles at me.
The food is simple but absolutely delicious; fresh, and the flavours are extremely palatable. I don’t have much wine as I know Lucca is driving, and it would not be fair for me to get sloshed while he is sober. Vincenzo brings out an additional dish for us to sample; a seafood lasagne. It’s heavenly.
Vincenzo and Lorenzo sit with us as the restaurant is becoming quiet. Lucca and Vincenzo chat about their respective families, and I excuse myself to walk to the restroom. Lucca’s eyes follow me all the way there and back. Vincenzo, Lorenzo, and Lucca are in a casual discussion when I return, and they stand when I arrive at the table, causing me to blush.
We sit and chat while the other staff takes care of their duties around us. Lucca is completely relaxed and carefree; it’s such a contrast from the man who had a million boxes of designer clothes delivered to the farmhouse. Lucca holds my hands on the table while he sits back in his chair with one leg crossed over the other. He is so sexy. I would take him here on this table given the chance.
Oh my God. Did I just think that?
Lucca will not take his gaze off me, and he has a look of love in his eyes; its firing me up and turning me on. Lucca settles the bill after loud Italian banter. Vincenzo takes me in both hands, and places a kiss on either cheek, he is ecstatic.
He leans over, and whispers in my ear “Bella Ragazza, Lucca is in love with you, I can tell. He is head over heels in love with you and I see why. I’m happy for him, for you. Please enjoy every minute of loving each other. You are the one for him, I know it.”
If I wasn’t melting under the hot bedroom eyes of Lucca before, I most certainly am now.
As we walk back to the car, Lucca takes my hand and places a kiss on it.
“Take me home. I want to make passionate love to you every way I can.” I can’t believe I’m being this brazen, but I feel so special right now that I don’t care. I need him, and I want him to know it.
He looks at me, beaming his amazing smile, and grabs me around the waist. Pushing me into the car door, and pressing into me, he puts his hand under my dress and grabs my ass, then kisses me sweetly, his breathing heavy. “Fuck, I want you so bad. I won’t be able to concentrate on driving. Come on, I need to get you home.
”
Chapter 18
A New Journal
I’ve had another pleasant night sleeping. All this sex is definitely good for me. I smile, and it wakes up the butterfly wings just thinking back to the caring, sensitive love I experienced the night before. I roll over onto my side and look at him peacefully sleeping. I can feel my heart pounding as I lay staring at him because he really is perfect. Stroking the side of his glorious jaw, I trail my thumb over his lips and wrap one of my curls in my other finger. He opens his bright blue eyes and smiles, giving me the most heart stopping moment. Instantly, I roll over on top of him and kiss him with complete desire.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Thank you for what? I should be saying thank you to you for waking me up and seducing me with your beautiful body,” he mumbles before kissing me back and grabbing my ass. His morning erection presses into me.
Leaning over him, I reply softly, “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, for being patient, understanding and loving. I’ve never felt so special, and I think I might be at a point in my life where I’m content and happy, and that’s unheard of for me. I’m so very lucky to be here with you.” My heart is pounding as I confess my feeling towards him, and I feel a little shaky, but I don’t look down this time; I stare at him directly, wading deep in the pool of azure blue water of his wide wet eyes.
“You are my something special; I will never let you go. I want you to move in with me when we get home.
I want to be with you always and take care of you. Will you move in with me?” he asks with hope in this voice.
I look into his eyes, and I can’t say no. “Yes, I mean I’d be willing to try.” I lean in and kiss him. “Yes? Really? You’re not going to challenge me on it?” He sounds surprised.
“Yes, I want to spend my time with you. Although, I don’t come alone, Doris comes with me.” “Who’s Doris?”
