C8 Chapter 08

He crawls up the bed, nestles himself between my legs as he leans down, and kisses me. He slowly enters me and I feel myself gradually starting to stretch around him. His kisses travel down my face to my neck where he lets his kisses linger until He filled me.

“You feel so good, Tesoro. It’s like you were moulded to fit me.” He slowly pulls out of me then drives back into me with more force.

Sending a delicious ripple of pleasure straight to my lower belly.

“So... Good..." He pants.

His thrusts are met with more urgency against my sex bringing me closer to another mind-blowing orgasm of the century. I ground down on his cock slowly circling my pelvic against him. Building the right friction to bring me over the edge. He moves and positions himself differently reaching my G-spot. His next thrust becomes my undoing.

I claw my nails down his back and wrap my legs tightly around his waist clinging to him as he continues to chase his orgasm. He flings his head back with a low roar as he finds his release. His cock jerks and I’m being thrown into another orgasm.

Only this time..

It’s more earth-shattering than the previous two he gifted me. It Drains the life from my body and I rest beneath him motionless. He gets off the bed and removes the full condom trying the end. He looks over his shoulder and throws me a cheeky wink. I watch him exit the room unable to give him directions to the bathroom. Minutes later he returns and jumps back into bed pulling me close to him as he tucks my head under his chin. I snuggle closer into his chest secretly revelling in his intimate touch.

“Contraception will do you well for our future encounters Mio dolce amore.” He says sternly as he runs his hands through my hair.

“Contraception?” I pull back and look up at him.

“I thought this was just a one-off thing.” I frown.

I watch his eyes change with anger flaring through them and in a barely controlled lowered tone he clenches his teeth.

“This was never just a one-off thing for me Vanessa.” He huffs.

“I want to continue to find out where this chemistry between us leads. Even if you are prepared to drive us into a train wreck.”

I shake my head disagreeing.

“I don’t take sex lightly Luca. We live in two different worlds I’m not compatible with you” I sit up against the headboard pulling the sheet up with me suddenly feeling overexposed.

“What are you talking about? That was fantastico!” He throws a hand up in the air, as he tries to make sense of my protest.

“I’m not like you... Okay? I mean you have experience in all aspects of life. Yes, what we just shared was amazing and you have possibly ruined me for any other man.” Luca growled harshly.

“But the truth of the matter is... I don’t want to end up being the wounded party here. I. have. to protect. Me.” I sigh.

Luca jumps out of the bed and starts pacing the room naked.

“Incredible!” He briefly stops pacing and points at me.

“What is it with you? Always questioning everything. I’m not known to be a selfish man, but when it comes to you... I find myself behaving very selfishly Ti voglio. I want you.” He continues to pace the room frustrated as he rubs the back of his neck.

“I’d rather not start something where I’m the one that will be left in a teary-eyed mess at the end.”

Luca stops pacing again and stands there glaring at me silently, his silence becomes deftly sickening.

“I’d take care of you, and end it before one of us got hurt. You're so impulsive you’d drive an innocent man away. But unfortunately for you, I’m not that kind of MAN!” He runs his fingers through his sex ruffled hair cursing.

“I’M NOT IMPULSIVE!” I yell back at him sounding more childish than defensive.

I sit there watching him pull on his pants and gather up the rest of his belongings before he looks me dead in the eyes.

“Yes. You are.”

He taps at his phone and makes a call requesting a cab out front ASAP. He doesn’t break visual contact with me throughout the call. When he ends the call he walks to the door. He pauses before he walks through it with his back to me and sighs deeply.

“I’ll pick you up at five for dinner tomorrow night.” He says over his shoulder as they rise and fall rapidly.

I blink back the tears that prick my eyes and look over towards the window.

“I have my first parent-teacher interviews, I won’t be finishing till late.” I try to conceal the sadness in my voice.

Exhaling deeply, he turns his head slightly to look at me.

“I’ll pick you up for a LATE dinner. Will seven work for you? ” I can hear the challenge in his voice for me to try and opt-out.

I look back at him and see the fight slowly slipping away as our eyes connect. I nod in agreement and watch as he walks out the door. When I hear the front door open and close behind him with the soft click of the door that echo’s towards my room.

I sit back in the silence that suddenly surrounds me. After experiencing the greatest encounter of my life with someone whom I dare think is way out of my league. I unexpectedly feel emotional by not knowing what to make of the mess I’ve managed to get myself in to. I refuse to be that girl who cries herself to sleep after a fight with a man she barely knows. So instead I get up and eat my body weight in ice cream.