He looked magnificent, like a swashbuckling hero from times past.
“Thank you for the invitation.”
“Please sit.” he said. “I am Luca.”
The palazzo surrounding the courtyard was enormous and must have taken up at least a block along the water. I was overwhelmed by the size of the place. There were many servants milling about seeing to our every need.
Luca was very flattering with many compliments even though he could not see my face. I longed to see what he looked like too, but feeling intrigued by not knowing was also very exciting and sexy.
A little like foreplay.
We talked and ate a four-course meal. Luca never mentioned once that he was a count or talked about money at all. It was something that I already admired about him. He was witty and he made me laugh often. His manners were perfect and he asked if I needed anything on a regular basis.
After dessert we had more and more wine. That and his insistent flirtation, was starting to go to my head.
“Why me? Why did you give me a rose at the garden party?” I finally asked. “Or did you give a rose to many girls?”
“No, just to you. I saw you walk into the garden that day and you looked lost. With a certain innocence to you, and I like that.”
“I see,” I laughed, wondering where he’d got that impression. Innocent? Not so much.
“This is your first Carnivale?”
“Yes.”
“Si, it shows. I love the excitement people that have not done this before experience. It reminds me that it is truly magic.”
His accent was hypnotizing and I was well and truly falling under the spell.
“Yes, it is.”
“Also your beauty. You are radiant, like a light. That is why I gave you the red rose.”
Then Luca stood up and snapped his fingers. All of the servants disappeared except for the musicians. He reached fro my hand to help me to my feet. “Dance with me bella?”
We danced in the courtyard surrounded by the hundreds of red candles. Luca’s hand wrapped around my waist tightly and I could feel the strength of his arms as he led me around the dance floor. I melted against his chest. Then he stopped dancing and looked at me. I could only see his green eyes and his full lips. He reached up and took off my mask.
He let out a sigh and whispered, “bella.”
I reached up and slowly took his mask off. The act was surprising sensual. A part of me wanted to leave it on, but since he’d unmasked me it was now his turn.
It felt a little like removing underwear, exposing ourselves to each other, and the very thought was making me aroused.
He was every bit as beautiful as I thought him to be. Dark lashes framed his piercing green eyes, and thick dark eyebrows were set against his tanned skin. His full lips were soft, but his jaw was squared and strong. His dark Mediterranean locks fell over his eyes just then and he instinctively pushed them away.
He was gorgeous and so so sexy. It was like every pore oozed Italian sensuality.
Then he leaned in and kissed me lightly. I sighed as I let myself go limp in his arms.
His kisses soon became more passionate and harder and I felt weak and almost slipped down to the floor. Luca put his arms on my waist and held me up. None of my reaction was unusual to him of course, but it was to me.
I moaned in delight.
He picked me up like a rag doll in his arms as though I weighed nothing. I started to protest, but nothing came out.
“I…”
Just then a flash of memory crossed my mind. Clay. I was suddenly angry with him and now I wanted to be with this man. The count.
I deserved a romantic night with an Italian billionaire in the most romantic city in the world.
I let Luca carry me inside his large palace, determinedly pushing all thoughts of Clay Roth out of my mind.
11
HE laid me down on A plush sofa and trailed kisses down my cheek. His tongue brushed over my chin down to my neck and over my cleavage. I heard him moan hungrily and it turned me on even more.
He laid his body weight on top of me between my thighs. He was very heavy as his weight came down on me. And he was hard, every hard.
His rigid cock rubbed against me through his pants and I felt more aroused than I had ever been in my life. My body felt alive and tingled with his every touch.
I placed my hand on his back. It was solid and strong and I could feel his muscles move as I slipped my hand down further and further. I reached forward and found his cock, gasping at its magnificent size. I caressed the tip gently through his pants and he moaned, almost growled under my touch. His lips never left my neck and I longed for him to tear my dress off and suck on my nipples. I wanted him. I wanted him badly.
“I want to taste you,” he whispered in a breathy voice near my ear.
I wanted him to taste me too. I wanted him to lick my hot wet center that begged for his tongue. I moaned and wiggled under him as he kissed and licked me. Then he rolled me over on my stomach and made quick work of the laced up dress. He took it and the corset off me with such skill it was obvious that this wasn’t his first time dealing with such a barrier. Then with one swift movement he tore off my panties and I lay there in nothing but my thigh high stockings. This Italian billionaire had seduced me.
I was completely his.
I couldn’t take anymore. He was driving me crazy me with his slow caresses and kisses, but I needed more. I rolled over on top of him and placed rough kisses on his neck and down his chest. He peeled off his shirt and I ripped open the top button of his trousers and pushed my tongue to his waistline and licked along it. I unzipped his pants and yanked on the waistline, then gasped at the sheer size of him. He was long and thick and his cock laid vertical on his stomach went well past his belly button.
He grabbed me by the hips and straddled me on top of him, impaling me in one fast move. My weight seemed like it was nothing as he picked me up, like I was as light as a feather. I placed my hands on his chest to steady myself as I moved on top of him, his hard thickness so far inside me immediately sending me to ecstasy.
“Oh God, that feels so good,” I whispered as I wriggled like crazy, trying to get him further inside me. I was on the verge of climax and he wasn’t even all the way in yet.
My body quickly slid further down, taking more of him in as I rode him like crazy. He filled me completely and it felt amazing, like I was fucking some kind of demi god.
I locked eyes with him and he said some beautiful things in Italian that I did not understand but sent me even further into ecstasy. It was by far the most enormous cock and incredible sensation I had felt in my entire life and I wanted it to go on forever.
As I rode faster, grinding hard on him, I cried out. Luca grabbed onto my hips and pulled me up and down ever faster and in shorter movements. It was almost too much to handle. He moaned loudly with throaty guttural sounds, matching my wild abandon.
It was wild and animalistic and I wanted him to stay inside me forever. I’d never felt so primitive and listening to him moan turned me on more, satisfied that I had that affect on him.
His hands dug into my hips deeper and deeper as I moved up and down on him faster now, slamming myself into him. My breasts bounced up and down with every movement and I felt wanton.
Luca moved his hands from my hips to my breasts and then held them softly letting them jiggle in his hands. It was all so sensual and unashamedly horny that I couldn’t hold back anymore and I yelled out in orgasm.
With that he too groaned so loud it startled me, as he came too. I collapsed onto his chest to catch my breath. He was still hard inside me. I had never had a sexual encounter like this before, so raw and primitive. It was confusing, disturbing, and incredible.