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Warm, soft lips shyly pressed to mine, pulling away briefly. More boldly they enveloped my bottom lip into the forbidden warm cavern.  I could faintly taste the whiskey Luca had before going to shower.  The spicy smell of his body wash mixed with the salty ocean breeze was mesmerizing.

Luca released my lip with a soft popping sound only to tilt his head then engulf them again eagerly, urgently.  This moment seemed to pass in decadent slow motion.  I tilted my head and pushed against his lips, massaging against their warmth.  His tongue licked at my upper lip, patiently requesting permission to enter.  With the wider parting of mine, I eagerly gave him what he was seeking.

Our tongues dueled for dominance.  Swirling, wrestling and dancing in sweet, leisurely entanglement. The hand on my head raked down my neck then traced my spine.  His palm flattened, smashing me harder against his chest.  My own hands moved up to cup Luca's neck. I could feel his breathing become ragged with the growing intensity of this kiss that was nearly three years in the making.

The hand on my lower back pulled me gently toward him then released pressure.  Luca did this slowly a few times, guiding me to grind against his growing arousal.  My hips followed his lead, moving at the unhurried rhythm and tempo he set.  A moan escaped my lips, muffled by his mouth as his lips massaged and claimed mine with growing hunger.  I had let him take over the dominance of the kiss, tilting my head and responding on que.

Luca released the hold on my head and let me pull back, breaths coming hard from both of us.  His thumb slid across my slightly swollen bottom lip in admiration.  When I rolled my eyes open, his smirk made my stomach clench with need.  I leaned my forehead to his and tried to slow my breathing.

"You...broke a rule," I tattled, smirking while deviously planning to make him break the rule again.

"I've broken many for you, Gattina," He replied huskily. 

Leaning up to ask what he meant, Luca didn't give me the chance.  I bit my lower lip to stifle a moan as those lips found their favorite spot on my neck. His fingers made intricate shapes on my back before sluggishly tugging at the tied string of my bikini top but leaving it hanging loosely, dangling from around my neck.  My hands dove into his silky locks, holding him tightly to me.

"Do you...want me...to stop?" Luca asked breathily between kisses on my neck.

Fervently I shook my head and held him tighter.  "No! Don't stop!"

Kissing his way across my chest, he asked again, "Do you...want more?"

"Yes," I moaned, breathing raggedly as my hips squirmed over him.

"Are you...still untouched?" He asked gruffly with a hint of jealousy as he nipped at my earlobe.

"Y-yes."

He stopped everything then cupping my cheek with his hand making me look at him. "Are you really?" I nodded shyly, searching his eyes,  gauging his reaction.  He swallowed and I watched his Adam's apple bob.

My hands glided from his shoulders to his neck, my eyes following their path.  The vein of his pulse throbbed beneath my thumb revealing his heart rate was increased, too.  Leaning forward slowly, I pressed my lips on the spot loving how his body shuttered beneath my attention.  I kissed and sucked at the flesh much how he would do to me letting my fingers dive into his hair even when his head rolled back.

Teasingly I peppered languid kisses up his neck between whispered words.  "I'm yours...I've waited for you...I want you...because..." My lips grazed up to his earlobe.  "I love you."

I felt Luca stiffen, his hands stopped and his head snapped up to lock eyes with mine.  His hand again cupped my cheek, holding my gaze as his thumb stroked my cheek.

"What did you say?" He petitioned, an unspoken emotion I had seen countless times before flashing in those emerald depths.

"I said..." I began slowly, repeating my confession a little louder, "I love you...I always have."

"You are sure?" he pushed nervously, the hand on my hip tightening its grip possessively.

I nodded slowly yet confidently.  "I tried not to for so long but I can't fight it anymore." He let out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes then leaning his forehead on my shoulder.  "D-did I say something wrong?" I asked, feeling a cold chill of fear course through my body. Rejection.

Luca shook his head then lightly kissed my chest. "No, Gattina, not at all," He sighed again then lifted his eyes to meet mine again.   "I have loved you for so long."

My breath hitched hearing his confession.  "What?"

He nodded as a devious smirk tugged at his lips. "Nothing will stop us?"

I grinned and shook my head. "No, I'm yours." Gently I took hold of his wrist and guided his hand to rest on my hip, more specifically my tattoo.  "I always have been."

Those forest green eyes darkened with desire as Luca's lips hungrily captured mine.  The hand on my hip tugged at the bows string, letting it fall open and loose.  His other hand tugged at the other side. I raised my hips and let him pull the bikini bottom out from under me. It hit the tile floor with a loud slap and was shortly followed by the top.

As I lowered myself back down, I realized he hadn't been wearing anything on the bottom this whole time. Our kiss broke as I gasped in surprise then felt my cheeks redden.

"I want to taste you, Gattina," Luca groaned against my neck.  I nodded then stood and stepped up the stairs.  "Where are you going?" he asked, hands outstretched in surprise.

"The bed, sciocco," I smirked then reached for a dry towel and patted myself dry.  Luca followed shortly after, using the other dry towel.

(silly)

Once I dropped the towel to the floor of the balcony and entered the bedroom, I felt Luca directly behind me.  I gasped as arms possessively wrapped around my waist and tugged my back to him.  His hardened shaft pressed against my backside.  Instinctively my hands reached up behind me to grab at his hair.

Those teasing hands wandered over my bare belly, exploring the smooth naked flesh.  Luca kissed firmly at my neck, sucking and nipping hungrily.  My head rolled back against his chest.  His nimble fingertips lightly stroked my folds, the other hand with fingers splayed across my belly, holding me steady pressed to him.

"I will finally have my answer," Luca growled against my neck then a finger dove into my core, making me shutter and moan in response.

"Wh-what answer?" I moaned, breathless already and he had barely touched me.  This was his consistent effect on me.

Luca withdrew his fingers, making me pout at the loss but he spun me to face him then captured my lips with his again.  My hands slid up his bare chest to dive into his hair while I kissed him back eagerly. All the while, he was guiding me to walk backwards.

I squealed when he pulled back and gave me a gentle shove so I fell back onto the bed with a slight bounce.  Luca grinned and quickly hovered over me. One hand held himself up above me while the other roamed.  From my neck down over my breasts, my stomach then finally he cupped my core, sliding his middle finger easily into my slick depths. A soft moan escaped my lips.  His finger began steadily pumping a tender rhythm.

"I will finally find out," he whispered, grazing his tempting lips across mine.  "If you are a vocal gattina or a quiet one."  He grinned then chastely kissed my lips before moving to pepper kisses down along my jaw, neck, chest and continuing a straight path farther south.

A soft hiss followed by a low moan came from me as Luca lingered over the sensitive spot on my left hip bone.  My back arched, hips squirmed.  His lips left open mouthed kisses on the tattoo.  Luca's tattoo.  His mark of the scorpion and cursive L that always reminded me of him.

He must have knelt on the floor because a firm tug at my ankles pulled me toward the edge of the bed.  Under furrowed brows, I watched confused and curious about what he was doing.  With lust filled eyes, Luca smirked and lazily draped my legs over his shoulders then buried his handsome face in my depths.

I gasped sharply and bucked off the bed.  Luca speared his warm tongue into me, fervently and mercilessly working at my bud while his fingers pumped quickly.  The pressure deep in my belly grew at a rapid speed.  My ragged breathing mixed with the soft, dulcet whimpering moans that left my lips.  It wasn't long until I came apart.  Skillfully he lapped up my offering then placed a languid kiss on my core before climbing above my trembling form and lifting me farther back onto the center of the bed.

Like a limp ragdoll, I let Luca guide me, spread my legs apart easily then settle himself between.  My body hummed in delightful pleasure much stronger than the first orgasm he gave me so long ago.  This was only the beginning and I grinned at the thrilling prospect.

"This may hurt, mio dolce amore," Luca whispered.  His thumb went to my bud and gently massaged slow circles on it. I writhed at the growing sensations.  "Relax," he guided soothingly, his velvety head at my entrance, sliding it up and down the folds to lubricate his shaft with my juices. "I will go slow at first."

(My sweet love)

I nodded and wrapped my arms around to his back, pulling him to me as our lips met. This kiss was slow, passionate and languid.  I felt him ease in and breech my opening, stretching my walls for the first time.  In short, small, gentle movements, he pushed then retreated, entering a little more with each calculated pass.

A deep, dull burn smoldered from inside where he stretched me, slowly turning into something else.  It was met with an overwhelming need, a desire to be filled completely with him.  Luca broke our kiss and locked his eyes with mine.  His brows were tightly knitted together, fighting to restrain himself from simply conquering.

"Are you alright?"

I nodded, moaning softly. My fingers curled into his back.  His forehead pressed to my neck.  I could feel his labored breathing, hot exhales fanning around my moist skin.

"Così stretto ... e tutto mio," He groaned huskily onto my collarbone.

(So tight ... and all mine)

"Sì ... sì amore ... sono tuo," I moaned breathlessly in a steadily increasing pitch with each delicate rocking of his hips. 

(Yes ... yes, love ... I'm yours)

Needing more, I tipped my hips upwards as Luca thrust in.  He groaned louder and threw his head back.  "More?" he asked, half growling. 

"Yes...yes more!" I whimpered.

Luca slid his hand under my thigh, guiding my leg to wrap around his hip tilting mine to allow him deeper.  I lifted the other leg and dug my heels into his thighs spreading wider for him. With one fast, hard thrust, Luca buried his whole length into me.  I gasped and arched my back, feeling his size stretch me fully.  He paused his movements and let me adjust.

"Mi dispiace, piccola ... stai bene?" he cooed, kissing the tears that leaked from my eyes then on the tip of my nose.

(I'm sorry, baby ... are you okay?)

I opened my eyes to meet his and saw the concern, sincerity and that unnamed emotion I finally recognized: love. With fingers raking roughly through his raven locks, I pulled him down to me and gave a kiss that said everything I was feeling. The passion, yearning, desire and pure affection.  In response, Luca retracted then slowly entered again beginning a tender rhythm and completely filling me with each pass.

My hips raised to meet his, parted lips grazing his with soft whimpers releasing into his hungry mouth and mixing with Luca's husky groans. As we moved in sync, our chests pressed flush against each other.  The erotic feeling of his bare skin moving against mine was incredible. Steadily Luca picked up speed, adding to the volume of our sounds of pleasure.  My nails dug into his back, earning a growl rumbling through Luca's chest.

His lips kissed their way down to my globes and captured one in his warm, moist mouth.  I gasped sharply, moaning louder still at the added sensation.  He sucked, licked and kissed the peak until it hardened. Then Luca kissed his way across the valley to give the same earnest ministrations to the sister.

I was a writhing, whimpering mess beneath him.  My body was on fire for him and because of him.  Luca increased his force more, those brows wrinkling in deep concentration.  The pressure in my belly grew so intense, a hundred times more intense than the first.

"Lu-ca," I moaned a stretched out version of his name, my voice sounding gravelly and foreign even to my own ears.

"Chiudi, tesoro?" I nodded and heaved for breath. His lips found the center of the valley between my breasts and kissed softly on the heated skin.  One hand held himself above me while his other slid down to where our bodies joined. "Rilassati ... lascia andare..."

(Close, honey?)  (Relax ... let it go ...)

Luca slowed his rhythm but kept the strength as his thumb pressed on my bud, rubbing in firm yet slow circles.  That added sensation snapped the cord strung tightly inside me, bursting the bubble of heat and pressure.  My walls convulsed around him as my climax tore through me.  I clung to him while the pleasure caused stars to flicker in my vision.

With heavy panting coming from the source of this orgasm, he picked up his speed, ravishing my body and dragging out this climax.  Soon, I felt Luca go stiff above me and slam in one last time before his hot seed spilled out and filled me. A few sporadic, deep thrusts tossed spurts of his seed, draping my walls deep inside.

Both of us breathing heavily, coated in an erotic sheen of sweat, Luca froze where he was.  His forehead laid on my chest and I felt his hot breath fanning my heaving globes breathing intense pants for oxygen just like my own.

Slowly we both relaxed and came down from this ecstatic high.  Our breathing steadied and Luca eventually lowered himself flush against me and pressed languid, chaste kisses to my welcoming swollen lips.

"La mia piccola tigre," Luca chuckled, nuzzling his nose over the tip of mine, as I bit my lower lip. "Tigre appassionata."

(My little tiger)  (Passionate tiger.)

"Oh, I'm a tiger now?" I giggled, stroking his tousled locks.

He rested his chin on my cleavage and grinned up at me.  "Yes."

A few beats of no words, just the heavy exhales of our breathing passed until Luca spoke again. Still buried deep and joined intimately, I relaxed my legs humming in delight as Luca rubbed circles on my thigh. I gently ran my fingers through his raven waves.

"Why," he asked softly, running his knuckles lightly across my flushed cheek.  "Did we wait...so long?"

His eyes crinkled from his smile as he gazed down at me.  It was impossible not to smile back.  Cupping his cheeks, I ran my thumb across his lower lip, blushing deeply when his lips pressed a kiss on the pad. 

"I don't know...but it was worth the wait."

Luca's grin grew.  He leaned up and kissed my lips again before shifting.

Hesitantly, he withdrew and rolled out of bed.  I watched him pad to the bathroom and heard him run water. Shortly after returning with a damp cloth. Emerald eyes locked on mine, Luca wiped me off then took the cloth back to the bathroom.  Once he crawled back into the bed, Luca pulled me to him to lay back on the pillows. I sighed in contentment, laying my cheek on his chest as he wrapped an arm around my back.

"Sleep now," Luca encouraged and I kissed his cheek before closing my eyes. "I love you," he whispered, kissing the top of my head.

"I love you," I replied, nuzzling my cheek into his warmth.

"Promise?" he smirked.  I could hear it.

"Promise."

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