I did as I was told and screamed his name over and over again. The orgasm was rippling through every nook and cranny of my body. It was humming so violently that I couldn’t hear a sound other than the beating of my heart and the trembling of my core. I was riding the most magnificent and glorious wave I had ever experienced, and Luca was almost there, riding along with me.
The orgasm just went on and on as his pounding grew even fiercer. He was close, ever so close to joining me high on that wave. “Luca!” I shouted, and that was it for him. He exploded inside me, releasing himself over and over again.
Panting and finally spent, Luca pulled me into his arms and cradled me there for a while. I suddenly had this feeling this immense pressure weighing down on me, and before I knew it, the floodgates open.
Sensing my tears, Luca pulled away. “Amore mio, what’s wrong?”
“I have no fucking clue,” I laughed. What was wrong with me?
Luca smiled and stroked my hair. “Was your orgasm that good?”
“I’m crying because I had an orgasm?” I had never experienced anything like that before.
“It’s normal.”
“Is it?” I said, blubbering some more.
Luca laughed. “Yes, of course. Sex—as long as it’s with the right person—can be a very emotional and moving experience. They’re not tears of sadness, Clara. Enjoy the moment.”
“I hate crying,” I sighed.
“But you don’t feel unhappy—do you?”
I smiled. “No, of course not. Every time we’re together, it’s perfect. Well, apart from when you’re trying to tell me what to do.”
Luca smiled and whisked me up in his arms before placing me on the bed. “You, amore mio, are like a thorn in my side when you misbehave.”
I smiled sweetly and spanked his bottom. “And you, Luca Belatoni, are a pain in the arse.”
Luca’s eyes widened in shock. “Did you just spank me?”
“I believe I did.” I couldn’t help the cheeky grin.
“Oh boy,” Luca said, shaking his head. “You’re going to need lots of boosters today, aren’t you?”
“Oh yes! And, Luca?”
“Yes?” His voice was a growled whisper.
“Speak to me in Italian!”
“Ah. You like that, do you?”
“Oh yes!”
In-between sucking and nibbling at my nipples, Luca began, “Tempo non mi parea da far riparo contra colpi d'Amor: però m'andai secur, senza sospetto; onde i miei guai nel commune dolor s'incominciaro.”
“Oh God, carry on.” He did as asked and between his licking and suckling, he continued his onslaught.
Sliding his hand down towards my clit, he gently rubbed around the nub and placed a finger inside of me. That, along with those sweet words was going to have me exploding again. He might be telling me animals make their young have a bowel movement for all I knew, but fuck me it sounded like the words of sex to me. It all did.
“Trovommi Amor del tutto disarmato et aperta la via per gli occhi al core, che di lagrime son fatti uscio et varco.”
That was it for me; I was coming, and I didn’t care if it was all happening too quickly. As if sensing my impending orgasm, Luca sped up the movement of his fingers and gently suckled some more on my nipple. It was bliss. Pure and simple.
“Quando fra l'altre donne ad ora ad ora Amor vien nel bel viso di costei, quanto ciascuna è men bella di lei tanto cresce 'l desio che m'innamora.”
That was it! I was gone. Completely tipped over—sent spiralling—you name it. I was thrashing and screaming and calling out his name, and I didn’t care who heard me.
I didn’t realise words could be such a powerful tool in making people orgasm. Luca didn’t even need to speak Italian to me—he just spoke to me. Pure and simple. In our short time together, we had quickly gotten to know each other’s bodies. Well, Luca had with mine. It just felt as though we were in perfect tune with each other. He seemed to know my body better than I did. He knew what buttons to press—what touch he could master to make me go crazy.
“Did you enjoy having your memory refreshed?”
As my breathing calmed, I held onto Luca’s hand and kissed it. “Oh hell yeah, baby. That was one hell of a Luca booster!”
“I didn’t realise Italian would make you go so crazy. Your orgasm was quick and intense.”
I shook my head and frowned. “I didn’t realise either. Just your words and your touch. It was making me go wild. What were you saying anyway? More sonnets?”
“Yes, more from Petrarca. The first one was, “It seemed no time to be on guard against love's blows; therefore, I went my way secure and fearless. So, all my misfortunes began in the midst of universal woe.”