by R. R. Banks
"I don't think I had a chance to tell you how incredible you look tonight," he whispered.
"I look ridiculous," I said.
He licked his lips as he shook his head. I could see his eyes traveling along my face and then down to the neckline of my dress where the position we were laying in had resulted in my cleavage spilling out toward him. His gaze hesitated there for a few seconds before moving further along my body. He eased closer to me and grabbed my hand that was laying on the blanket. I remembered the way our hands touched on the couch our first night together, and a shiver ran through me. I had been able to convince myself that night I craved his attention to soothe an ache, to fulfill something I thought I had been missing. I couldn't do that anymore. I knew that every look, every touch went so far beyond the instant attraction I had felt for him. They reached something deep inside of me, something I had thought I had felt with Brad but now I knew I'd never truly experienced before. Luca's words at the rehearsal dinner tonight resonated with me and deep down, I didn't want them to be fake, I wanted him as my fiancé. When he looked at me that way, I didn’t want him to be acting. I wanted to offer myself to him fully and completely, and let him into my heart and soul in return.
"You don't look ridiculous," he breathed. He had drawn even closer to me so that our overlapped hands were pressed between our bodies and I could feel the rhythm of our hearts pounding against them. "I haven't been able to keep my eyes off you all night. It's been hard to keep my hands off you."
"Really?" I asked breathlessly.
Unlike the first time we looked into each other's eyes this way, and I couldn't wait even a second longer to have him inside me, it was different now. This time, I felt like he was burning me up from inside, slowly consuming me in a way that made me feel desired, but also precious and beautiful.
Luca nodded.
"I've wanted to touch you all night."
I had been staring at his mouth, watching his sultry lips form each word, but now I lifted my eyes to his. They were velvety and slumbering, but also rich and alive with need and desire.
"Then why haven't you?" I whispered.
Luca leaned forward, and our mouths finally met. They moved across each other in a smooth, tender way that came both from the familiarity we had formed in the days since our first kiss, and the sweetness of the kiss itself. There was no longer anything experimental about the way we touched each other. Now even the slightest brush of our skin was purposeful and exploratory. I felt him slip his hand away from mine and settle it on my thigh. He maneuvered his fingers, so they could slip beneath the hem of the skirt and glide along my skin. I allowed my mouth to open, so I could welcome his tongue in between my lips. I sighed as I tasted him. No matter how many times he kissed me, I could never get enough of that taste.
His hand traveled higher until I felt it slide over the curve of my hip and brush against the lacy front of my panties. That night was the very first time I had ever worn the lingerie I put on. I bought it months before on a complete impulse. It was on display in the window of one of the boutiques I often walked past during my lunch hour and I’d been staring at them for days. I didn't know what got into me the afternoon I turned and walked into the boutique and bought the pair of lacy white panties and delicate matching bra, but I couldn't bring myself to try them on in the store. As soon as I got home, I put them, still wrapped up from the boutique, into my trunk – the one piece of furniture I had with me from my bedroom in Maple Grove. Some little voice inside of me told me to bring them with me on this trip, and as soon as I slipped into them before the rehearsal dinner, I knew I had made a good decision. Nothing on my skin has ever made me feel so sensual. I couldn't wait for Luca to see them.
He kissed me again and I felt his teeth nip slightly into my bottom lip.
"Take off your dress," he whispered.
"We're on the beach…" I said.
"No one is here," he said. "It's just the two of us. I want to see you."
I couldn't resist him. There was nothing I could do to deny anything he wanted. Being outside under the moonlight made me feel slightly nervous and exposed, but it was also thrilling. I knew he had chosen a place that was tucked away in the rocks, not visible from any of the buildings at the resort. Someone would have to come down to the beach and walk right up to us to discover us. We were safe and protected, and yet there was an excitement in the danger of possibly being caught. I lifted my hips and Luca reached forward to help me ease my skirt out from under me. I sat up and reached behind my neck to release the three small buttons on the tight collar.
Even though Luca had asked me to take my dress off, the look on his face told me he didn't actually want me to do it. He wanted to be a part of it, to be the one to reveal my body. He drew closer to me and kissed the side of my neck slowly and softly as he lowered the zipper of my dress down to my hips. He slowly peeled it away from the front of my body as I lay back against the blanket, so he could slip it off me. The salty air coming from the ocean nipped at my skin and I arched my hips at the sensation. I wasn't wearing any less than a skimpy bathing suit, but this was different. The white, lacy lingerie made it different.
The moonlight and stars sparkling overhead made it different.
The reality of being there with Luca made it different.
I shivered slightly, but wasn't concerned with being cold. I knew it wouldn't be long before my body was burning for him. Luca turned so that he was on his knees, letting out a groan of anticipation as he looked down at me. His eyes moved slowly and indulgently across my body as if he was taking all of me in and didn't want to miss even the smallest detail. I had never felt so beautiful, or like someone was so fully and deeply invested in me, as he was in that moment. Finally, he lifted his hands, and his fingers moved gradually down the buttons on the front of his shirt until it hung open. He released his cufflinks and let the shirt slide back over his broad, chiseled shoulders. It pooled on the sand behind him.
He looked magnificent, the moonlight shining off the water emphasizing his masterfully sculpted body. I couldn't resist any longer. I had to touch him. I lifted my hand and rested it on the middle of his chest. I flattened it over his heart and felt it beat for a few seconds before running it down onto his hard belly. My fingertips dipped into the ridges of his muscles, and I traced them lazily before continuing my path down to his belt. I lowered my hand until it brushed against the fly of his pants. The swell of his firm cock pushed against the fabric and I nudged it gently.
After a few seconds, Luca lay back down on his side beside me. He rested his hand on my waist and stroked it back and forth gently. He rolled over so that his upper body hovered over mine and I lifted up to try to touch my chest to his. I wanted his warmth. I wanted to rediscover the blissful connection we had found together on the couch the other day. He kissed me but then used his hand to carefully guide me back down onto the blanket.
"There's no rush," he said softly. "Be patient."
The heat of his mouth came to my neck and he kissed a slow, methodical path along each side before coming to rest at the soft dip between my collar bones. He licked my skin there and I felt my pulse jump in response. My skin tingled as he ran his slightly open mouth down the center of my chest. He was exerting incredible control and even though I was anxious for more of him, and eager to wrap myself around him, I also wanted to savor every second. I didn’t want to rush anything we could experience together.
I relaxed into the blanket, feeling the sand shift underneath me to cradle my body. I gave myself over to the flow of what was happening. I allowed Luca to set the pace between us, knowing that the promise of more luscious, indulgent experiences with him were worth waiting for. Rather than taking my lingerie off immediately, Luca kissed the swell of one of my breasts and created a trail with his tongue along the edge of my bra. He traced each cup before lifting his mouth away to blow his hot breath along my dampened skin. The cool air hitting my breast was unexpectedly impactful, and I gasped, arching my ba
ck up in an attempt to grind against him before remembering his request to be patient and laying down again.
The heat between us was smoldering, burning my skin, and the chilly night air now felt like a relief. He kissed his way down my stomach and took his hands on either side of my waist to lift my hips to his mouth. Each touch sent scorching heat between my thighs and I knew my body was more than ready for him. He sat back and guided me with his hands on either side of my waist into a sitting position before unhooking my bra and pulling it off me. The salt-laced air grazed across my nipples. I let my head drop back and closed my eyes as I relished in the new and extraordinary feeling.
Through Luca’s attention, I was comfortable with him in a way I have never experienced before. Rather than worrying about what he was thinking about me, or trying to make myself look perfect for him, I wanted to put myself, my true self, on display for him. I didn't want to hide from him or conceal anything from him. I offered myself to him fully and hungrily anticipated the pleasure I knew we would give each other.
Luca cradled one breast in his hand and ducked his head to suck a nipple into his mouth. I whimpered and buried my fingers deep into his silky hair as the heat from his mouth seared my aching nipple. I continued to hold him as he moved his mouth over to the other breast and offered it the same attention. Waves of sensation and pleasure flowed from my nipples to my core. I felt worshipped and was desperate for more.
Luca had me recline back so that I was resting on my elbows. He got on his knees between my feet and ran one fingertip up the front of my panties. I knew he could feel how hot and wet they were, how much I wanted him. When he pressed slightly deeper, I eased my thighs apart. The tip of his finger slipped under the edge of my panties and I moaned at the rush of pleasure that followed. I closed my eyes to revel in his exploration and felt him move my panties to the side.
His tongue traced through my petals and dipped inside of me until I couldn't take the restricted movement anymore. I cried out and bit down on my bottom lip to muffle the sound. I lifted my hips and reached for my panties, but he moved my hands out of the way and took them off himself. He removed the rest of his own clothes and finally there was nothing between us. Luca pushed my knees apart and I tucked my hands under my hips to tilt my pelvis up, giving him better access to my body. The reclined position I was in allowed me to watch as he dipped his tongue inside me and drew a long lick up through each sensitive fold, up to my clit at my peak. Being able to watch him was intense and erotic, and I arched my hips up even further. He took the invitation to grab them and hold them up, so he could cover my entire pussy with his mouth and suck it in. I groaned deeply as I felt Luca lapping up my velvety wetness.
He released my hips and moved his body up, pressing his forehead against mine. Our ragged breathing blended with the sound of the waves coming in only yards away. I settled my mouth onto his and we melted into a long, languid kiss.
"I want you to touch me," he whispered against my lips.
It was finally my turn. This was my opportunity to give back to him everything he had given me. I wanted to show him everything I felt for him. I ran my fingers along his thick, hard length and found a drop of silky liquid at the tip. Just as he had done on my body, I swirled the slick fluid into the plush head of his erection. He clasped one of his hands down over mine, leading me to grip his cock even tighter. Without saying a word, he was teaching me. He was instructing me how to bring his body to life, just as he had done for me. He kept his hand over mine, leading me while I stroked him. I could feel his full length against my palm as it grew even harder with my touch. I bit my bottom lip, nearly overwhelmed by the combined sensations of feeling his powerful cock in my hand and the surge of desire to have it deep inside me. Luca let go of my hand, so I could stroke him on my own, and I had to taste him. I opened my mouth just enough to take in the head, swirling my tongue around the tip, just as he had my clit. I wrapped my hand around the thick base of his shaft and stroked him in time with my mouth. His low moans of pleasure made me even wetter. I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Fuck me, Luca,” I moaned. “Please.”
I watched as Luca reached for the pants he had tossed aside earlier and dug into one of the pockets to withdraw a condom. He handed it to me and I opened it eagerly. I wrapped my hand firmly around the base of his cock and settled the condom at the tip, unrolling it gradually and slowly over every inch, reveling in the feeling.
Luca leaned forward to kiss just beneath my ear before bringing his lips up close enough that I could feel them brushing against my ear as he whispered to me.
"I can’t wait to be inside you."
I let my thighs fall open even further so he could settle between them. He wrapped an arm around my waist and guided me down to lay on the blanket. The hot, swollen head of his erection slid down over my clit and I moaned as a wave of pleasure rolled through me. Luca let the tip of his cock settle at my opening and we both groaned.
"Can you feel how much I want you?" I whispered.
"Yes," he growled.
Luca pushed forward, sinking inside of me fully. I cried out. He didn’t hesitate for even a second. He rolled his hips to keep me close while still massaging my walls with intense strokes. Each thrust brought him deeper inside of me. I wrapped my legs around his hips to envelop him, wanting the connection between us to never end. Luca tucked his head into the curve of my neck and shoulder and brushed his mouth along my skin, nipping at my collarbone. I ran my hands along his muscular back, lightly drawing my nails across his shoulders as he continued to sink into me, enjoying feeling how his muscles shifted as he moved.
His movements were slow and controlled, creating an intense pleasure that soon had me heading toward a powerful orgasm. I closed my eyes and leaned my head forward to rest on his shoulder. Luca increased his pace, slamming his hard cock into me. I heard his breaths becoming more labored and uneven. Within seconds we were climbing together, our bodies melding and entwining, exploding with the intensity of the experience we were sharing. With a primal growl, Luca pushed into me as fully as possible and held himself still, causing the pressure within me to build until it was almost painful. Luca slammed into me one more time, and I felt his cock pulse and throb inside of me, setting off my own orgasm. I screamed, my voice echoing around the empty beach. Our eyes met, and we clung to each other. Our breathing slowly returning to normal as we maintain eye contact, our foreheads pressed together.
Luca rested down on top of me for a few delicious seconds. I felt his weight pressing me into the sand, making me feel fully encompassed by him. He rolled onto his side and discarded the condom, before he tucked his hand around my waist drawing me up against him. We said nothing for several minutes after that, staring up at the stars, wishing that we didn’t have to leave the perfection of this situation and return to our cabin, but also excited to spend the rest of the night wrapped in each other's arms.
Chapter Fourteen
Luca
When my phone first started ringing, I silenced it as quickly as possible, not wanting to wake Roxie. She looked so peaceful and beautiful while sleeping, and it was early enough that if I got through the phone call quickly, I could sneak back into bed with her for a little longer. Soon she would have to get up and start helping Thea get ready for the wedding, but I might be able to hold her in my arms for another hour. And if she happened to stir when I got back into the bed, I might just take that hour to take advantage of the very little clothing she wore to sleep last night.
When I was out of the bedroom, I answered the phone.
"Greg! What are you doing calling me so damn early?" I hissed.
"I'm on my way to work," Greg said.
"What does that have to do with me?"
"I haven't heard from you all week. I was getting worried about you. You were supposed to check in."
I winced slightly, remembering I told him I was going to keep in touch with him over the course of the week and keep him updated on what was going on
. As soon as I saw Roxie, that had totally left my mind.
"I'm sorry man," I said. "Things have been a little bit hectic here. When Roxie said the bride had the entire week planned out, she wasn't kidding. I've never seen so many parties and activities planned around a wedding before."
"That sounds awful," Greg said.
"Actually," I said, "it's really not. It hasn't been that bad. Yeah, there were a couple of events I probably could have done without. And I'm still not entirely sure why I was holding hands with a bunch of strangers, chanting on top of a rock to bless their union, but at least it was something new I've never done before."
"Well, I guess that's something," Greg said. "You are always up for new experiences, I guess. What's Roxie like?"
I wasn't sure how to respond. I'd been wrestling with understanding how I felt about her for days. She was incredible and nothing like I had expected.
"She's pretty amazing," I finally said.
There was really no other way to describe her. I was amazed by her.
"Is she as hot as her picture?"
"That picture has absolutely nothing on her," I said. "I feel like I've barely been able to think straight since I met her in-person. And I've been able to see plenty of her."
