Putting his hands in his trouser pockets, Luca glared at me. “We’re not having this conversation here.” Looking over towards the other girls, I knew he was having a hard time controlling himself.
“You’re right. I tell you what. Why don’t you go back home, and when I’m done here, I will speak with you when I get back?”
Turning back towards the girls, I heard a growl beside me. “I wait for no one. Excuse me, ladies. I need to steal Clara for a few moments.”
Nodding their heads, Luca leaned over and grabbed me by the waist. Again, and before I knew it, I was being dragged over his shoulder and taken to an adjacent room.
Placing me down, I noticed immediately just how much quieter it was in here as opposed to the other room. It was a lot smaller, but it had a huge window overlooking everyone below us.
“You bastard!” I slapped him hard across the face, but almost felt guilty by the sombre look he gave me.
“Do you feel better now?”
“No,” I admitted.
“You’re angry.”
“You left me.”
“I know.” Coming closer, I could feel myself being taken in. I was angry with him, but yet feeling him so close after what seemed like an age apart was doing things to me I didn’t expect.
“Don’t come near me,” I tried. It was only a token effort, and it was no use.
Pulling me towards him, I immediately felt his hardness. “Luca, no.”
His nose was there—just where he knew I liked it—tickling the base of my neck. Without meaning to, my body relented and relaxed in his arms.
Feeling he now had me at his mercy, his hand began sliding up my dress. “Do we need to get reacquainted after our time apart, baby?”
“Luca, no. People can see.” I pointed to the window, but Luca shook his head.
“We can see them, but they can’t see us.” Finding my panties now, his finger slid between my crevice where he was greeted by my wetness. My God, I wanted him. I had missed him these last three days, but I hadn’t realised just how much until he was there, rubbing his finger along my clit.
“Fucking hell. You’re so wet, baby. I’ve missed this so much.” Luca’s breath was tickling my neck as he leaned in to nibble on my ear.
Breathlessly, I wanted to somehow make a point. I was mad at him, goddammit. He thought he could just barge in here and pick up where we left off.
“Luca, we can’t do this. I’m still mad at you.” Flicking my clit, my body went rigid as a moan escaped me.
“I know you are, and I know we have to talk. I need to feel you, though. I have to make you mine all over again. Remind you of whom you belong to.”
Withdrawing his hand, Luca whisked me around to face the window. Unzipping my dress, he slowly trailed it over my body causing me to shiver.
“Fuck, you look so sexy.” He grabbed my arms placing them high above my head and onto the glass window. With both hands, he cupped my breasts and flicked his fingers over my nipples until I thought I would pass out.
Sliding one hand down towards my panties, Luca started his onslaught on my clit. “You see all those people down there?”
I looked down and could see all of the people dancing and laughing. All of them were having a good time. It was kind of an alien feeling, knowing I could see them, but they couldn’t see me. Fuck me, though; it turned me on. I was wetter than otter’s pocket.
Grinding my hips into him, I leant my head back towards his shoulder and felt his delicious tongue at the base of my neck. Grabbing my breast with one hand and rubbing my clit with the other was too erotic for words. I tried turning, but Luca halted me.
“Stay there with your hands on the glass!”
I wasn’t sure why, but I did as I was told, hoping that the window would be able to hold me up straight. His hands were touching me everywhere, and yet I couldn’t touch him. The feeling of no control was both frustrating and highly arousing all at the same time.
Holding me close to him and biting my neck, Luca knew I was close. So damn close. His hands and the thought of us being on show—without these people knowing—had my senses going into overdrive.
I wriggled and writhed in his arms and my moans were telling Luca that my orgasm was imminent.
“I have to make you mine again, Clara. I have to feel you.”
Just before my climax hit me, Luca stopped, ripped my panties apart, and was inside me quicker then I could think. Thrusting hard, Luca growled in my ear. “Who do you belong to?” Thrusting again, I knew my orgasm was coming again and fast. It had never disappeared; it just simmered there on the surface, waiting for the heat to turn up.
Feeling my hands dropping slightly, Luca squeezed my hips. “Hands on the fucking glass!”