Blue Roses(28)

The vibration of the bike, plus holding on tight to Luca’s solid torso, is all part of the magic.

The sun sets, and night is around us. The headlight slices a path through the darkness, leading us home again.

We get back to Luca’s house, where I hold the door open again while he parks the bike.

He watches as I take off my helmet and shake out my hair.

“What?” I ask, still running my fingers through my wavy hair. “Is my hair all squished.”

“Not at all. It’s just that the sight of a beautiful girl shaking out her hair after a ride is irresistible.” He takes my hand and kisses my fingers, holding me with his intense gaze. “You’re irresistible.”

I glance down at his broad shoulders and defined pectoral muscles. He’s the one who’s irresistible.

“Let me give you the full tour,” he says, leading me back upstairs.





Chapter 17





Holding my hand, he leads me right into his bedroom. This room is as plain and minimal as the rest of the house. The bed looks freshly-made, with black sheets.

Luca dims the lights, and then he kneels before me. I’m standing just inside the door to the room, and this is the same thing he did when I first got here. He lifts up my shirt and rubs his cheek against my stomach.

He’s such a big, muscular guy. Seeing him kneel before me makes me feel like a queen. I pull my shirt off, toss it aside, and enjoy the sensation of being adored.

He kisses my stomach, his hands on my back. He unhooks my bra, and fills his mouth with first one breast, and then the other. My legs are trembling, and it’s not just from the long bike ride.

Suddenly, I don’t feel worthy of this worship. I pull away and walk toward the bed. He catches me with one arm and turns me to face him. We kiss, and I pull his shirt off over his head.

He leans forward, pressing his hot skin against mine. He picks me up and lays me back on the bed.

I’m quiet as he unbuttons my jeans and pulls them off. Next are my underwear, and then he takes off everything of his.

I’m on my back, in the middle of the big bed, and he stands at the foot of the bed. He’s an intimidating sight, completely nude.

He climbs onto the bed, kisses me lightly on the stomach, and then moves down.

I gasp as he kisses me on the tops of my thighs, and then between my legs. His lips and tongue make my pulse quicken.

I look down at his muscular back, his beautiful body.

He lets out a soft moan, the vibration traveling through me like a low, rumbling bass note.

My toes curl with pleasure. He keeps licking, driving his tongue against me. His fingers slip in, coaxing out even more pleasure.

He slows down and adjusts his body position, like he’s in no hurry at all. I’m the one who’s desperate with urgency, rocking against his every stroke.

He’s enjoying this, and holding back just enough so I don’t climax.

Finally, I can’t take it anymore, and I say one word: “Please.”

He looks up, grins, and moves his body up.

He’s over me, on his hands and knees. His manhood is rigid, aligned with his torso, and right above me. I reach up and give it a careful stroke.

“Squeeze it,” he growls. “Both hands.”

I reach up and place one hand over the other. I’m amazed there’s space for both hands—and excited. He gives me a few more words of encouragement, and soon I’m working him hard.

I’m enjoying myself, playing and squeezing like I have a new toy. It’s so much fun that I almost forget about everything else. He grabs a condom from the dresser and hands it to me.

I’ve never done this part before, but how difficult can it be? I open the packet, and Luca rolls onto his side, alongside me. He folds one arm under his head and watches me with amusement.

I place the rubber on the tip, and try to roll down the rest of it. But it won’t work. At least he’s not going soft yet, but I’m an utter failure at this task. I keep working.

This is impossible.

It’s like trying to coax a shark into a Ziploc bag.

Luca snickers. “Grab a fresh packet. You’ve mangled that one.”

“This is impossible. These aren’t the right size, are they? Why are you doing this to me? Is this a subtle hint for me to go on the pill?”

He laughs. “They’re the right size. You put it on upside-down.”

I swear and toss the mangled rubber aside. I grab a fresh one, and this time I pay very close attention. It works! I feel very proud of myself, and pause to admire my work.

I don’t get to admire it for long, because Luca rolls me onto my back, climbs on top of me, and slides in, just a bit.

I cry out in pleasure, my toes curling already. He groans, and the rumble in his chest is like the roar of an engine.