Lussuria (New Version)

by SJ Molloy

  “That was worth waiting for. Fuck Lexi, you have no idea how good you are. How good we are together.”

  “Hmm.” I can’t speak.

  I’m exhausted as he kisses my neck and nibbles on my ears, stroking his fingers over my back. He tenderly kisses my scars and the dimple at the top of my ass, then scoops me up and cradles me into his chest. He sweetly kissing my knees which are now red from the friction, and leaning on the wood.

  We have a bath together with a large glass of red wine. I promised him a conversation, so I tell him about Granny and Grandpa, and how I’m named after Grandpa. I tell him about Aberdeen and their retirement move to Grantown-On-Spey in the Scottish Highlands. I tell him about university where I met all my girlfriends, and about buying my house in Uddingston.

  I’m much calmer than I thought I would be, maybe because Lucca is trusting, or maybe because I’m well sated. Lucca is stroking my arms and shoulders as I lean against his chest, which I find very soothing.

  Perhaps the journal was a good idea; I think I may be able to do this after all.

  Once back in bed, Lucca seduces me with more sex, slow and sleepy this time, tender and touching and I accept openly. I notice he isn’t asking for permission anymore, but I don’t care. I am his to have.

  Kiss.

  Kiss.

  Kiss.

  I curl into him, close my eyes and fall into one of the deepest, most relaxed sleeps I’ve had.

  Chapter 19

  History

  “Morning baby” Lucca whispers. My full body is lying across Lucca’s front, encasing his body with mine, my thick hair draped around us as I’m nuzzled into his neck.

  “hmm, morning.” I moan.

  Lucca laughs. “I love waking up with you.” He plays with my hair as he strokes my lower back, and I feel a sense of contentment. I feel his morning erection underneath me, and this gives me an idea. “Okay, so do you want your gift of the day?”

  Lucca looks at me. “You are my gift of the day,” then kisses me.

  “I have something for you as a thank you for the journal. And all of the other things.” This puts Lucca into a fit of playful laughter.

  “I love the way you are thrilled with your journal and dismiss the extravagant things. It’s what makes you my special something. And you thanked me last night, not that I’m opposed to fucking you like that again, Lexi. Gladly, baby.”

  “Well, I have something less extravagant, but special for you.” I lean down towards his luscious lips and gently kiss him.

  “What is it, Doc?” He smiles, knowing it’s something seductive.

  I continue to kiss him, licking his lips with my tongue, trailing soft kisses down his chest, outlining his structured sprawling chest muscles. Lucca smiles at me and puts his hands behind his head, leaning back while I seduce him. I continue my naughty kissing by tracing over his nipples with my tongue, then move downwards until I reach his hardened erection. I look up at him as he did with me the day at the poolside. He watches in amazement, eyes full of want, hooded, and half lidded. Inhaling the scent of sex from last night only adds to my lust for him.

  Taking his shaft in my hand, I lick the tip of his cock, tasting the salty pre-cum, then I blow slowly on the wet area, swirling my tongue just below his eye.

  “Fuck!” he jerks, and grabs my hair with one hand, while he leans down to grab my breast with the other.

  “Now I know your weak spot.” I smirk, reciting the same words he used on me when he frenzied me by kissing the sole of my foot.

  I trail long kisses down his erection, slowly tormenting him, then take his full length in my mouth, sliding up and down again and again, moving the skin forward and back, holding tightly onto the base. I swirl my tongue over the top, then encase his length in my mouth, sucking, swirling and pulling deeper in my throat each time. I tease lightly with the tip of my tongue, then pick up speed again, hoping that instinctively I’m doing this right.

  “Jesus baby, that’s so fucking good,” he mumbles through his teeth. The satisfaction that it’s giving Lucca is turning me on. I swirl my tongue just below his eye again, then grab his sack with my hands, massaging them as I continue with the forward and backwards motion. His veins are protruding through the steeled armoury of his skin and the silk of his pre come, and my saliva is sliding down his shaft repeatedly.

  Lucca’s grip on me tightens, his body flinching. “Baby, I’m ready….”

  He is warning me to release, but I don’t. I want to see this through. I pick up my grip on his thick girth and increase the speed of my actions. I feel Lucca’s erection starting to throb, and just as he throatily shouts my name, he fills my mouth with his hot, salty cream. I swallow quickly, then trace my fingers up and down his length, making him buck some more. His head is flung back, and he is stiff all over, breathing furiously.

  “Fuck, you are so good. That just blew my mind. You are amazing, and that was the best gift I have ever received. Come here.” He leans into me and pushes his tongue deep in my mouth, tasting his own salty fluids left behind, then he slides down the bed, heading straight for my hot wet flesh with his tongue. I’m hovering over his face, straddling the side of his head, ready for his tongue on my clit. He runs his fingers down the crease of my ass, and parts my legs further.

  Oh my God.

  “Lucca there is someone in the house.”

  We jump up. He sees the fear in my eyes and holds me. “Hey, I’ve got you dolcezza. Don’t worry,” he reassures me.

  “Lucca, Lucca, are you there?” a woman’s voice shouts up the stairs.

  “Shit! It’s my mother.”

  Fuck!

  File M- R- P.

  M for Mortified. Mortified at my predicament.

  R for raging. Raging I missed my orgasm and…

  P for petrified. Petrified to meet his mother.

  Oh dear God.

  Lucca laughs. “Honey I owe you some TLC, but we better get ready. Don’t worry, she’ll love you.”

  I smack my hand across his chest. “What is she doing here?”

  He shrugs his shoulders as he throws on jeans and a white t-shirt. “You better put clothes on unless you want to give my old man a heart attack.”

  I pull the wardrobe open and grab a white blouse and black round flared fifties skirt with a huge black belt from my new collection. I throw on a white lace bra and knickers. Just as I’m stepping into the skirt, his mother walks into the room.

  Dear God, please forgive me for my sins. Why is this happening to me?

  “Mamma, I’d like you to meet Lexi. Lexi, this is my mother.” Lucca is grinning ear to ear in amusement.

  Smart-ass.

  I lift the blouse and modestly hold it in front of my chest. She doesn’t even pay attention as she walks over and hugs me tightly, causing me to drop the blouse.

  Oh God, I need a glass of wine. Is it too early?

  “Lexi, Lexi sweetheart. So lovely to meet you finally. I’ve heard wonderful things about you. My mamma and papa absolutely adore you.”

  She is beautiful, stunning actually, and looks very young. I see the resemblance of Lucca in her, and also Sofia. Her brown highlighted hair is layered and bounces on her shoulders. She has the same long black eyelashes as Lucca, but has brown eyes. She wears Chanel No5 perfume; it clings in her soft hair.

  She kisses me on both cheeks and on my forehead. Once I get over the shock, I find my voice. “Mrs. Caruso, it’s lovely to meet you. I apologize for you finding me like this. I’m very embarrassed.” I smile nervously at her.

  “Please, call me Marissa, and no need to apologize. Now let me see you.” She holds my hands and stands back, eyeing me up.

  Oh my God. She is eyeing me up in my lingerie.

  “Lucca she is beautiful, just perfect. What a lovely treat getting to see you both. I have a wonderful feeling about the two of you.”

  “Mamma, yes… Lexi is beautiful, very beautiful, and it’s lovely to see you, but why did you not call before you came arou
nd?” His mom walks over to him, freeing my hands, and kissing him sweetly. He hugs her in a tight embrace.

  “I was getting impatient. You haven’t brought your beautiful girl over yet, and besides, do I need an excuse to see my favorite son?”

  He sniggers. “I’m not your favorite son. You are trying to soften the blow, and seriously Mamma, we would have come to you.”

  “You’re right, I love all my children to the moon and back. Shall we go downstairs and see you’re Papa?” She pinches his cheek, and he blushes, it’s very cute. That just reminds me of Grandpa, he says this to me often.

  I pull my skirt up, then turn around to fasten my blouse while Lucca talks to his mom. Mrs. Caruso goes silent. “Lexi dear, what on earth is that all over your back, sweetheart?”

  Shit!

  I slump my shoulders. Marissa is staring right at me.

  “Mamma, stop it, it’s nothing. Can you just let Lexi get dressed? Why don’t you go down and make coffee? We’ll be down in a moment.” Lucca is protecting me, but shuffling around. He’s uneasy with her remark.

  I feel sick.

  “Okay, I’ll see you both in a minute. Lexi sweetheart, I’m sorry. I never meant to upset you. You must think I’m awful.”

  I turn around, fastening the top button on my sleeveless blouse, and try to rise above this for Lucca. I hold her hands. “No need to apologize. It’s just some scarring I‘ve had since I was a child. Nothing to worry about.”

  Lucca’s eyebrows raise, and it occurs to me I‘ve never told him anything about the scars before.

  “Oh sweetheart, you poor little soul. Well, makes no difference. You are an absolute treasure and a true beauty for my Lucca. He is infatuated by you.”

  I smile and thank her. When she leaves, I walk into the ensuite to wash up and put some makeup on. As I’m brushing my teeth, Lucca watches me carefully.

  “I’m sorry about her barging in. She’s very forward, it’s just her way. She really likes you.” I rinse and spit, then start on my makeup. “Are you mad?”

  “No...yes....no...yes. Oh, I don’t know.” I sigh. He takes my face and kisses me. “It was just uncomfortable, and not how I imagined meeting your mother for the first time, I’m mortified.”

  “Lexi, please relax. She’s in her own world and didn’t even flinch. At least you had some lingerie on. Although, it wouldn’t bother my mother in the slightest if you were naked.” We both start laughing at the same time.

  After Lucca washes up, he runs his hand over my hairline and down my face and arms, staring at me with sad eyes once more. “You never mentioned you got your scars when you were young……you don’t need to talk about it, but it may be something you might want to put in your journal sometime.” There is such softness in his voice.

  “Maybe.” I sigh. He lets it be.

  “You look beautiful. Are you ready to go and meet my papa?” I nod and take his hand as he leads me down the stairs. We walk into the open plan area.

  Oh dear Lord!

  I look at Lucca, and my face is burning crimson. My lingerie and dress from last night are scattered throughout the kitchen and dining area. Lucca sees me distressed and helps me collect the garments. He raises his eyebrows and the corner of his lips, looking devilishly as he picks up my bra. I look at the dining room table and can vision me on all fours being pounded by him last night in the most intensifying intercourse.

  “Hey, it’s okay. We’re adults. I think they’ll know we’re having sex. Pretty fucking amazing sex at that.” He places his hand around my waist and kisses my head as he stares down at the table. I try to compose myself before walking outside.

  A handsome, dark, good-looking man stands to his feet to greet me. His hair is long under his ears and wavy with slight streaks of grey through the black, making him look very distinguished. “Lexi, so lovely to finally meet you. You are as beautiful as everyone tells me you are.” He smells divine, and his blue eyes are mesmerizing. I blush when I kiss him.

  Epitome of style and charm.

  “Mr. Caruso, I am honoured to meet you. Lucca tells me wonderful things. It’s a pleasure,” I say as confident as I can as he holds my hand.

  “Please, call me Antonio. Now come and sit and talk to us, bella ragazza.”

  Marissa is sitting across from us with her sunglasses on taking in the sun and looking very sophisticated. She smiles at us warmly from across the table.

  Lucca makes some coffee and brings out some breads, smoked salmon, crème fraiche with lemon, chives and dill, and the cheese, chutney and grapes I bought at the food market store. I smile at him as he sets the platters down. Marissa carefully watches the adoration I have in my eyes for Lucca. I still feel nervous, but I’m starting to relax the more I talk with them. They are very down to earth and caring.

  Antonio praises Lucca on his achievements, his work and ambitions, patting him on the shoulder. Lucca sits close to his mother, keeping his arm wrapped around her shoulder. He watches me interact with his parents and smiles over to me. Antonio keeps hold of my hand on my knee, and I allow it; it doesn’t bother me. I feel safe, and I trust his family. I am going to have to accept he has a large family who are very close. It’s all new to me, but for Lucca, I want to learn and try to be average and normal too.

  After we snack on the alfresco brunch, Antonio tells me all about some issues he has had with his knee, an old cartilage tear which has been upsetting him, and I give him some advice. I love that they are involving me in the conversation, and it doesn’t seem intrusive in any way.

  So far so good!

  “Lexi, sweetheart, I would love to take you shopping. Have you had a chance to go yet while you have been here? How long are you staying?” Marissa asks.

  Lucca laughs, lifting his lip at one side.

  “That would be lovely, Mrs. Caruso. I have eight days left, I think.”

  “Please, call me Marissa, and excellent! I want to show you off to our friends.”

  This is getting worse. Should I jump on a flight back home while I can? Considering it, I glance at Lucca, and he has his smoldering sexy eyes on me.

  Hmm, on second thought...

  “Would you two like to come over to Casa Sulla Collina with us today? We can have some dinner later after we check on the guests and the cooking lessons. That’s if you don’t have plans.” Antonio looks hopefully at me.

  “I was going to take Lexi to Pisa today,” Lucca interrupts.

  “It’s fine. We can go another day, Lucca. That will be very nice Mr….. erm, Antonio. We’d love to come,” I reply.

  Lucca shakes his head, then walks around the back of my chair, places his arms over my shoulders, and leans over me, kissing me on the lips in front of his parents. My pink cheeks are in full bloom.

  Marissa claps her hands excitedly. “Wonderful! Lucca, I will have some of your favorite gelato made.”

  “Well, why didn’t you say that sooner? Baby, you want to come and grab anything before we leave?”

  I can’t believe he’s calling me that in front of them.

  I follow Lucca into the bedroom while his parents clear up the plates. I’d offered to help, but they’d refused, so I left them to it. I take my clothes off, pile my hair up on my head, and switch the shower on. Lucca’s naked body presses into me just as I’m about to step in.

  “Thank you for doing this. My parents love you.” He turns me around and gazes into my eyes. “I owe you some TLC, and you’ve gotten me fired up.”

  “No way. Not while your parents are downstairs,” I retaliate. Holding me tighter, oh fuck, he is serious, he trails his hands up and over my ass, then between my legs, stroking me, running his fingers over my folds. I moan and rest my head into his shoulders.

  I melt, fold and crumble under his touch. I’m his.

  He is kneeling down kissing my navel and I know where he is heading.

  After I reach another amazing height of pleasure, I pull him up and into me without considering his parents downstairs, I just need h
im. Within seconds, he has picked me up and pushed me into the tiled wall. As I wrap around his waist now, he claims me fast and furious until we peak together trying to quietly muffle our cries into one another’s mouths under the hot steam of the shower.

  “I can’t believe we just did that. What if they heard?”

  “They won’t hear a thing. This house has good stone walls. Fuck I love the heat of the moment sex with you.”

  If we didn’t need to go, I’d take him again.

  Risky sex is a new favorite.

  After a quick wash, we head downstairs. Antonio suggests we all go in their car, so we can have wine tonight with dinner, and that Marco will bring us back to the farmhouse. Marissa wants us to stay over with them, but Lucca is adamant that he bring me back here. Lucca gets his persistence from them.

  After driving in their flashy Rolls Royce phantom car with the personalized number plate CAR US01, we arrive at their Villa. Very similar to that of Sofia and Franco’s villa except it’s not as wide, has an extra floor, and towers above the countryside sitting up on a hill. Boasting the same amenities as its sister, Villa di Tartufi, it is every bit as spectacular. It’s busy too with lots of guests here for the May music festival.

  I’m introduced to staff, and the female guests once again drop their mouths and go speechless as their wandering eyes focus on Lucca.

  Hmm, maybe I’ll need to lock him up.

  After the tour, we have some cold drinks sitting on the outside pergola area. Lucca is talking to his mum, and I wonder if they are speaking about me or maybe he is asking after his ex-finance Francesca, they appear immersed in conversation. I’m trying not to look too deep into it. Antonio tells me about their transition from Tuscany to Scotland and back again. I hear screaming from behind us causing me to go rigid.

  “Oh my God. I‘m going to kill her,” Lucca murmurs, shaking his head in disbelief before even turning around. Antonio shakes his head and gestures more acceptingly as Marissa claps her hands with excitement. A beautiful looking girl bounces towards Lucca and wraps her arms around him, kissing him to near death.