Sicilian's Shock Proposal

With a smile, in one lithe easy motion, she pulled off her dress and naked she sat before him, watching his eyes roam the lushness of her breasts.

‘This part,’ Sophie said again, and with her legs balanced on his hips she unzipped and freed him.

He was beautiful. His skin was soft and dark and together they watched her explore him till Luka could take it no more. He was there at her entrance and Sophie was guiding him in, her jaw tensing as he stretched her but the rest of her was loose and willing.

‘Not here,’ Luka said, even though it was contrary to his action, for he was inching just a little more inside her tight space.

‘Yes, here,’ Sophie urged.

They wanted each other’s mouths yet the top of their heads were locked, watching as if from the edge of paradise as he inched in a little further. Bordo Del Cielo meant the edge of heaven and that was exactly where both of them were as he stretched her.

‘Not here,’ Luka warned again, despite her frantic pleas for him to continue. ‘I’m taking you to my bed.’

He tried to zip up but with the protest of her kisses and the scent and oil of her on his fingers further turning him on it was like trying to reset a jack-in-the-box. He gave in and just kicked off his pants and got back to kissing her as he lifted her from the kitchen bench. With her legs coiled around him they kissed all the way up the stairs.

‘Here,’ Sophie said, when they were halfway up and he halted just to taste her deeper. He almost relented but then reminded himself of a part of the need for getting to his bedroom.

‘I’ve got condoms in my case.’

‘I told you we don’t need them.’

They just made it to the bedroom and he dropped her onto the bed but, unlike the last time when he’d had had to peel her from him, now, loose-limbed, she let herself fall—because this time Sophie knew that in a moment he’d join her.

‘I told you I’ve already gone on the Pill,’ she said, watching the delicious sight of him kneeling and trying to open up his case.

‘It’s for protection.’

‘I’ve never needed protection from you.’

Innocent, Luka thought, but only to a point. Her words were more seductive than any he had ever heard. Nothing would usually halt him—sheathing was, to Luka, second nature. Not with Sophie, though, because he wanted the naked bliss of them together. Later he would scold her, and warn her not to trust another with such a choice. She was right, though; she needed no protection from him.

‘I know what I want, Luka.’

He came over to the bed where she lay and like a panther he crawled with stealth that had her writhing until he was with her, and she would never forget his smile.

‘I’m going to talk to you later.’

‘You’re going to make love to me now, though.’ Sophie smiled back.

‘Are you nervous?’

‘I’ve never been nervous with you.’

It was true. Around him she was not nervous. How could she be scared? Sophie briefly pondered when the mouth that made her shiver returned to hers.

They kissed naked and long and then he left her mouth and blazed a hot, wet trail down her neck and then to her breasts, where he licked the warm skin, avoiding her aching nipples till her hands guided his head. It was Sophie who moaned as his mouth captured her and sucked deeply, not once, not twice, but over and over till she twitched and writhed. How could she be nervous when her body just came alive to him?

She loved how he gave the same attention to the other breast and yet she was almost pleading for him to stop because he had lifted just a fraction of the lid and she was greedy for the treasure he would bring.

Luka knew it.

He knelt up for a moment and looked down at her.

Her mouth was swollen from his kisses, her breasts were wet and her nipples erect, and there was a small purple bruise on her perfect skin that his mouth had made.

‘Luka...’ Sophie liked the warmth of his eyes and the affection of his gaze yet she was on fire. He was intimately stroking himself against her as he had downstairs, but there was no holding back as there had been then—this was just a moment of pure decadent indulgence.

She felt like his instrument, tuned purely for him to play to perfection, and he did. She looked down and this time watched him disappear further in.

‘It might hurt,’ Luka said.

‘It had better.’

He laughed and toppled onto her. His weight was half on her and yet not enough; she liked the feeling of being lost beneath him—how the sight of the ocean from his window no longer existed, how the bark of a dog in the distance receded, how it was late in the afternoon and she welcomed the light just to see his closed eyes as he kissed her. Sophie’s friends had needed wine, or long dances, some had demanded the promises of a love that would never die before this.

All Sophie needed was Luka, for this was just how it was supposed to be.

Luka was torn. He wanted to taste her breasts again, he wanted to kiss and make moist every inch of her skin, he wanted the musk of her sex on his tongue, not just his fingers. Badly he wanted her to come to his mouth, but he was as impatient to be inside as Sophie was to be taken.

Later, he told himself.

There would be time for that later.

Like a chip to his skull, somewhere he refuted that, because they ended today, this was it.

Yet there, in that second, Luka knew he would take her again, that this was not the end.

And, yes, he could feel her impatience. Her hips kept lifting, her mouth was more demanding and then there was almost anger as he removed his kiss.

‘Luka.’ She was breathless.

‘Now!’ Luka said, that one word taking such effort to deliver.

‘Yes, now,’ she said, but then she saw his slow, teasing smile.

‘I mean now is when you can get anything you want from a man.’ He was referring to her earlier innocent thinking. ‘Not after...’

‘I’ll remember that for the future.’

She did not understand the flare of possession in his eyes as she spoke of others, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it for he took her then. Luka seared into her and swallowed her sob with his mouth.

It hurt, far more than she had expected it to, far better than she had ever dared dream. He filled her and stretched her and, when she thought she knew what it was to be his lover, still further he went tearing at virgin flesh and then stilling as her body fought to acclimatise to him.

She forgot how to breathe until he gathered her right into him and hooked his arm beneath the small of her back.

‘Luka...’ Sophie didn’t even know what she wanted or what it was she was trying to say, but as he started to move any pain was forgotten because with each thrust he made her more his. His mouth was by her ear now, and he spoke as he did in her dreams. ‘I won’t hurt you...’ he said, when she now knew that he would.

The pain of being taken by him was receding. It was the pain of being left by him that was now starting to make itself known.