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  I didn’t want to be late leaving, wanting to shower and freshen up before Luca arrives. I had something special in mind for lunch for him, and it didn’t involve sitting at my kitchen table.

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  I was just putting my curling iron back in its cradle when I heard a knock at the front door. My stomach clenched, and my pussy tingled, thinking of that large hand knocking and what its touch did to me. Fluffing my hair one last time and plumping my breasts, making sure the sexy bra I had on was holding the girls with enough cleavage showing to make Luca’s mouth water.

  I wasn’t thinking about having sex with him, as much as I was craving his hands and mouth on me. Jumping into sex too fast has always been my problem. The guys got what they wanted and found the boring day to day aspects of a relationship not worth their time. Showing Luca, I was more than a woman with a decent body and a healthy sex drive by not having sex with him didn’t mean we had to suffer completely. A little foreplay without going to the next step was not out of the realm of possibility. It didn’t make me a bad person; at least, that was my opinion.

  Another knock sounded, hurrying me up. Racing out of the bathroom, I dashed down the hall, my feet bare of shoes and the cute sundress swishing enticingly around the tops of my thighs. March was usually chillier, the start of autumn, but this year the summer weather was hanging on, giving me the opportunity to keep wearing fewer clothes and lighter materials.

  Coming to a skidding halt on the hall runner, I composed myself by taking a few deep breaths. I didn’t want Luca to see me panting and thinking the wrong thing, although he would be right. I wanted him, but I was adamant about sticking to my word and not jump right into bed with him. That night at the pub gave me a reprieve from making a possibly hasty decision. Going back to his place sounded great, but I was glad in a way it didn’t pan out that way.

  Clicking off the deadbolt, I pulled open the heavy glass and oak door, and my panting that I thought I had under control started up again. Standing on the front porch with a bunch of the prettiest carnations in one hand was my Spunk Rat. Dressed in a pair of worn, ripped jeans and a tee that looked like he’d painted it on, Luca’s sexy smirk dropped, and his eyes turned hooded and dark as he swept them down starting with my face, then to my chest where he lingered long enough to make my nipples pucker painfully against the lace of my bra. By the time he reached my bare feet, smiling at my toe rings and the tattoo on my foot, I was no longer panting, more like hyperventilating.

  Blue eyes so blue they could rival the ocean looked back at me, and it was at that moment I knew I was screwed.

  “Fuck me,” Luca growled. The noise ripped from his throat like he had just eaten a barrel load of gravel, and suddenly I was imagining that growl while his mouth was pressed open over my pussy.

  It was the only defence I had for my reply.

  “Yes, please.”

  The word Clear and the sound of an electric shock rippling through my chest came to mind as I stood there staring at Meadow. Not seeing her for the last three days had made focusing at the office difficult. Our phone calls late at night and talking until the early hours of the next morning were the only enjoyment of my day. I might be worried that I used to have no problem going home to an empty house, now I loathed it, and it was all Meadow’s fault.

  She was stunning, standing barefoot, gawking and … panting at me. Her dress a soft shade of yellow, with tiny red cherries dotted all over it. There was nothing particularly sexy about it, not compared to the saucy number she wore on the night I first met her. No, it was the woman wearing it that made it tempting.

  “Shit! I didn’t mean that,” Meadow sputtered, her cheeks covered all of a sudden in the cutest blush. No way was I going to let her take back what she blurted out, no fucking way. Whether we have sex today or not, I liked that I affected Meadow so much, but I didn’t like that she was embarrassed by it.

  “No takebacks, baby,” I insisted, stepping over the threshold, crowding her.

  “Luca, I meant what I said about no sex until we get to know each other more. The fact that I want to jump your bones more than I want to take my next breath doesn’t mean a thing.”

  “Jump my bones, hey?” Smirking down at her, I cupped her face in my hands and held her still. “I am fully on board with waiting, baby, but mucking around on the couch instead of eating lunch is allowed, isn’t it?” My dick twitched in my pants in agreement; right now, all I wanted was my hands on her body over or under her clothes; my dick and I weren’t fussy.

  “An afternoon delight without the delight?” Meadow quipped, placing her hands on my pecs. Even through the thin material of my tee, I could feel the heat coming off her palms warming me.

  “Oh, there will be delight felt, trust me on that, baby.” Ducking my shoulder down, I pushed it into Meadow’s belly and lifted her up in a fireman’s hold, her giggles echoing in the large lounge room. Spying a large, overstuffed sectional sofa, I marched towards it, eager to get Meadow under me. I showed great restraint keeping my fingers firmly wrapped around the top of her thigh instead of creeping them higher as I wanted. Meadow’s pussy and I were going to get well acquainted very soon, first though, I had a hankering to feel her body pressed close under me and another long and wet taste of those beautiful lips.

  Reaching the end of the sectional, I gently placed Meadow down, then ripping my shirt off and tossing it to the floor, I followed, blanketing her with my body. I didn’t miss the way her eyes dilated when I removed my tee, and I wanted her eyes on me more, but my need to taste her overrode everything else.

  “No sex,” I promised huskily, “but I need you, Meadow, anything you are willing to give, I will take, baby.”

  “Kiss me, Luca. Really kiss me,” Meadow begged. Her hands were fisted on the balls of my shoulders and it was then I wished I didn’t shave my head. For work and saving time in the morning, it was perfect to have a close buzz cut. My day started at six a.m. every day by having breakfast with my mum and sisters. Being late was not acceptable to the Donatella women, nor was dealing with their feminine tantrums for me. So I decided when I moved out to make life easier, less time in the bathroom in the morning made for a happy mother, and a relieved and less badgered son.

  Now, however, I longed for Meadow’s fingers pulling at my hair, feeling them gliding through the strands.

  “I can do that.” Lowering my lips, I opened my mouth over Meadow’s, swallowing her deep sigh. Shifting my hips, I maneuvered myself between her open thighs, my lower body cradled in her heat. Meadow’s long, lithe and toned legs came up and around my waist, her muscled legs locking around me.

  “Fuck yes,” I growled, shoving my arms under her shoulders and my hands cupping either side of her head, her long, blonde hair silky soft under my palms. I fed on the soft whimpers that filled the room, my head turning one way then the other, doing everything to deepen our kiss. A guttural moan left my throat as Meadow loosened her grip on my shoulders and made their way down the front of my chest until she reached my waist.

  Holy fuck was she going for the waist of my pants? Because I was fully on board if she was. Lifting my torso up just enough for her hands to get better access, I continued kissing her, stroking my tongue inside her soft, wet mouth, exciting myself thinking of her hand wrapped around my cock. But instead of feeling her soft hand down my pants, Meadow tugged at her dress. After a moment of wrestling with what seemed like a belt, Meadow surprised me by pulling at the dress, opening it, and suddenly warm bare skin replaced the silky material against my chest.

  “Oh Jesus,” I breathed into her mouth, knowing that this was probably the best day of my life. Meadow was unlike any woman I had ever been with; I always found myself being the instigator, the one to make all the moves. It was refreshing and arousing to find the table turned.

  “Is this okay?” Meadow whispered, looking up at me, her lips swollen and puffy looking so sexy.

  “More than okay, the only thing is I don’t want to look yet,” I admitted
, pressing down tighter on her, moaning at the contact of her practically bare breasts in a push-up bra.

  Sexy bra, damn, this woman was full of surprises.

  “Why not?”

  “Baby, this will be my first look at your breasts. Coming in my jeans isn’t good when I have the rest of the day to get through. Unless …” Raising my brows, I wiggled them at her, then laughed when she slapped me lightly on my back.

  “Good try Spunk, but if you don’t think it’s teasing you, maybe we can do other things?” she asked boldly, reaching for the clasp of her bra and flicking it boldly open and pushing the cups to the side. Not that I expected anything different from Meadow. Being timid or shy was not her style, I loved that about her, she knew what she wanted and went for it.

  “Damn, I really like you.” My voice was still gravel, and my dick was screaming for release, but I wouldn’t change this moment for anything.

  “Like this?” I asked, slowly rubbing my upper body against her bare chest, startling when her hard peaked nipples dragged down my pecs.

  “Ah huh, that is great,” Meadow agreed breathily, her hands running down to my denim-covered arse, gripping onto each cheek and holding me firmly in place.

  Going back to her mouth, I teased her lips with my tongue, licking the inside of her lips then dragging the plump morsel between my teeth. All the while rubbing our chests together and praying that she didn’t lift her hips any higher. I knew she wasn’t wearing much more under the opened dress. Through my jeans I couldn’t tell if she had on panties, and if she wasn’t, then I was definitely going to nut like a teenage boy.

  For long minutes, we rubbed and kissed. One minute I was in charge of the kiss, then Meadow took over, sucking my tongue into her mouth then swapping it up but lapping at my mouth. If I died right now, at least I would go with the last memory of this gorgeous woman moaning and writhing under me. Turning me on more than I have ever been in my life.

  “Luca, more, I need more,” Meadow begged into my mouth, her hot breath mingling with mine.

  “What baby, what can I do for you?”

  “Nipples, put your mouth on my nipples.” Her plea was hitting me directly in the dick, and I had a feeling a quick trip home before going back to the office would be on the cards.

  “You want me to suck those pretty nipples, Meadow? Will you come if I do?” As I asked her, I lifted off her just enough for her breasts to come into my view properly for the first time. And what a fucking view. Perfect tanned mound, each one a comfortable handful, shaped beautifully with raspberry coloured peaks. The areola around the nipples was large and slightly darker in colour than the nipples, which were extended and made for my mouth.

  “Fucking perfection,” I growled, then lowered my mouth and closed it over the whole tight bud and sucked deeply, rolling my tongue around it at the same time.

  “Mmmm.” My deep rumble brought a husky sigh from Meadow, her hands leaving my arse and coming back to my head.

  “Oh god, yes, like that.” Fingernails scraped along my scalp, but I welcomed the burn, the slight pain heightening my arousal.

  “Meadow.” Mumbling around my treat, I tore my lips away with a pop and dived over to the other side, giving its mate the same treatment.

  Her skin was scented with apricot and vanilla, and I could easily live off her flavour for the rest of my life, but there was another flavour I wanted covering my tongue.

  “Your tits are fucking amazing, baby, but there is another taste I want too.” Sliding a hand down her flat stomach, impressed with the definition of abs under my touch. My fingers found the waistband of her panties.

  Hmmm, silk.

  “I gotta see,” I blurted out, scurrying down off the couch and landing on my knees. I loved silk on a woman, there was something so sexy about the smooth material, and something told me seeing it on Meadow was going to be my undoing.

  Finding some self-control, I slowed my movement to appreciate the gorgeous, toned body under me. The soft, tanned skin of her belly and flaring hips lead to an electric blue silk covered mound. Meadow’s panties, if they could be called panties, they were more like a tiny triangular scrap of material that barely hid the prize underneath them.

  “You like to dress naughty, don’t you Meadow?” Dropping my face, I pressed my nose to the heart of her heat, inhaling deeply.

  “I like to feel sexy,” she answered on a moan, her legs dropping to the couch on either side of me.

  “Just you breathing is sexy, baby,” I shared, taking my hands, gripping onto the meaty top of her thighs, and spreading them. The black and grey tattoos intrigued me, and I will be taking a closer inspection later, but right now, it was time to feed.

  “You have such a sweet mouth, Luca, and your words turn me on so much.” Meadow writhed her torso like a skilled dancer, undulating her hips, her belly concaving delectably.

  “My mouth wants your pussy, baby. Will you let me, Meadow? Do you want my tongue on your clit, or do you want me to bury it inside you?” Fuck, I didn’t know who was more affected by my teasing. Her or me.

  The longer I took talking about what I wanted to do, the harder my dick became. The more Meadow moaned and writhed, the more precum leaked from the head to smear the front of my jocks.

  Looking up at Meadow, her bottom lip clenched between her teeth, and her head nodded frantically on the cushion, I sucked in a much-needed breath then slowly, very slowly pulled the silk away to reveal her mound. Dark blonde and neatly trimmed hair shaved like a landing strip ran down the middle, coming to an end at the bottom, and that was when my mouth really started to salivate. The slit was coated in dewy wetness, fat lips pulsed enticingly, and my heart raced.

  “Fuck, yes.” Leaning forward, I traced my tongue between the dewy lips from bottom to top. A taste like none I have ever had the delight of experiencing burst on my taste buds, releasing a feral growl from deep within my throat.

  “Luca!” Meadow screeched, her hands clasping at the sides of my head, holding me down, liked she feared I was going to stop.

  As if I could. Oral sex wasn’t my actual favourite thing to do. I had done it quite a bit, but I never offered if the girl didn’t seem interested. I wasn’t a prick, I didn’t expect her to suck my dick without giving it in return. I was big on tit play, using my fingers and lots and lots of kissing, but now, eating out Meadow like a starving man? This, though, this was my new favourite form of foreplay, and I intended on doing it as much as possible.

  I guess you had to find the right woman, I surmised silently.

  Taking Meadow’s thighs in my hands, I pushed them back to fully expose her sex to my mouth and eyes. The flesh between the slit was pink and soaked from a combination of Meadow’s lush juices and my wet tongue. Spying the coral pink bud poking out from beneath the hood of her pussy, I went in and attacked it. Flicking and sucking, I gave the fleshy button my complete and total attention. Pushing down further on my stomach, I shimmed my body deeper between Meadow’s legs, also grinding my crotch into the couch in an attempt to stem the flow of precum that was leaking out at an alarming rate.

  Meadow was so close to coming, and I was determined to drag out this moment for as long as she could take. Never had foreplay been so important to me. Seeing Meadow in the throes of passion, so unguarded, was more of a turn-on than I cared to admit.

  “Don’t stop, Luca, for god’s sake, don’t stop!” Meadow begged, her breath shallow and desperate. Her hips lifted right off the couch cushion, her pussy deliciously open and wet.

  Holding two fingers to her folds, I circled them around the winking hole, then slowly pushed them inside, moaning at the tightness and the squeeze of her inner muscles as my fingers disappeared.

  “I don’t intend on stopping, Meadow, but I am going to play,” I promised. Using my free hand on her pelvic bone to hold her back down, I sawed my fingers in and out of her soaked heat each time I went deeper until I felt that spongy place, and every time I hit it, a sexy feminine squeal rang in my ears
, enticing me to continue. Leaning forward, I added my tongue to the mix, licking fast at her clit with just the tip.

  “Luca! I’m going to come!” Meadow informed me unnecessarily. There was no need for her to warn me, as I could feel her muscles tightening almost painfully on my fingers.

  Fuck, I can not wait until it’s my dick inside her being strangled.

  “I know baby, I can feel you getter tighter and wetter,” I assured her, quickening my pace and hooking my fingertips, hitting that spot every man should know about, but many did not. Lucky for me, I knew exactly where it was. Meadow’s legs began to quiver, her arms hooked under her knees and held them further apart.

  “Luca!” Meadow’s deep rumble of my name heralded what I could feel was coming. Pulling out my fingers, I replaced them with my mouth, my tongue flat against the entrance, my mouth covering the puffy lips, and lapped up the sweet, tangy cream that just kept flowing like a never-ending drought-breaking rain shower.

  “Fuck yes,” I growled, gulping and swallowing down my prize, unable to stop even though Meadow was now whimpering, her legs now gripping either side of my head, trying to close and stop me.

  “Nothing will ever stop me from getting your taste, baby,” I vowed but slowed my suckling. In my jeans, my dick sang out happily as he released inside the confines of my jocks. The mess was going to be a pain in the arse very soon, but I didn’t give a shit right at that moment. Seeing Meadow come, hearing her pleasure meant more than a mess in my pants. Enduring an uncomfortable wet spot a small price to pay for finding the woman I wanted to keep in my life.

  I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face if my life depended on it. I was walking around my kitchen, gathering fixings for salad sandwiches, very aware that Luca was watching me.

  “What are you looking at, Spunk?” I asked coyly, pretending to be totally unaffected by the mind-altering orgasm Luca gave me not fifteen minutes ago on my couch.