Chapter 4

• She stared in shock.
• S*x she had expected, dancing she had not.
• Was he serious? His response to her silent question was to grab another chair, set it away from her and sit with his legs apart. He waited.
• "The music will end before you know it, sweetheart. The night is quite short."
• His voice was a deep baritone that pulled at the wanton strings sewn in her flesh. Her fingers took hold of the top of the chair, fingers tightening on the oak wood as she swung her right leg up in time to the beat, in time to The Weekend's smoky, seductive voice.
• His eyes followed her leg, his gaze caressing the smooth strength of it as she placed it on the flat surface on the chair.
• "You knew our love would be tragic..." the song sailed, urging Fran to turn her back to him as her right leg joined her right on the chair. Now that she was standing on it, she rolled her hips to the side, bending slightly, teasing him with a glimpse of the swell of her *ss. She looked over her shoulder at him, giving him a sultry once over.
• Luca's grin widened. He was right. She was a cheeky one, a mixture of innocence and daring. He liked that a lot.
• Fran crouched, spread her knees apart and began to bounce up and down, slowly in time to the music.
• Pressing her palms into the chair's flat surface, she hopped off it, dropping into a middle split just as the music began to come to an end.
• Fran's chocolate skin was covered with a thin film of sweat by the time she rose from the ground to face him. Her heart thumped with a mixture of excitement, pumping lust with the blood in her veins, a thick mixture of lust born from the music and the aura of Luca, who was now rising, clapping slowly as he made his way toward her.
• This time when he stood before her, he did touch her, but it was a feather-light touch on her cheek, then her throat, then the line between her breasts.
• Fran closed her eyes as his fingers teased her. His fingers continued to trace the fiery path to her navel. She wanted him to go lower and was disappointed beyond reason when he let his hand drop.
• She lifted her face, her eyes pleading.
• She's incredible, Luca thought, his eyes dropping to her pouting lips. He could not resist finally tasting those plump lips. He pulled her in with his hands cupping her neck. She came willingly, her neck bending backward as she lifted her face to his.
• He tasted her lips, groaned and slanted his mouth over hers.
• She tasted even better than he imagined. Her lips yielded, parting to receive his tongue. Her mouth was warm and soft. He bit on her lips lightly at first, then harder, and she moaned into his mouth, straining closer for more, her body pressing into his to imprint those soft curves on the hard planes of his body.
• His hands drifted down her body, pausing to squeeze the globes of her *ss together, then apart.
• "Francesca," he murmured into her mouth.
• She shivered. "Luca."
• He loved his name on her lips.
• "You understand that my pleasure is now your only concern, don't you?"
• She drew in a breath, moaning a little as she stifled yet another shiver. "I do."
• "Good girl." His hands rubbed her silkily. "Have you ever been broken in before?"
• "I'm not a virgin," She confessed without thought.
• One hand came up to lift her chin so that he could look into her eyes, "You'll be. With me."
• He squeezed her *ss again before his right hand drifted like velvet over her left cheek, delving in between to rub silkily at her hole.
• "I want to f*ck you here," he told her. His left hand dropped from her face to touch her between her legs, causing her to part her feet slightly. "And here."
• She shook all over, letting out a soft gasp.
• He leaned back to observe the look on her face and was surprised to see her eyes half opened, lips parted and with a dazed stare infused with interest in her eyes.
• Bloody hell, she wants it, he thought to himself.
• Would he be teaching his angel, or would she be teaching him?
• Fran swallowed the nerves and excitement in her throat as she tried to step back. His arms tightened around her, his face hovering close. He showed no intention of letting her go.
• "Mr. Castello..."
• He smacked her bum.
• "Luca," She gasped.
• "Good girl."
• Fran hid the smile threatening to pull her lips. Why did she enjoy it? Did she always have this electrifying lust, or was it Luca that brought it out of her?
• "I take it you'll help me, then?"
• "As an exchange."
• That was all he would give her. He let her go, not moving an inch as he dropped his hands to the side while his gaze raked her from her lips to the junction between her thighs.
• "Now you'll undress."
• The command in his voice compelled her to hook her fingers in the straps of her gown. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath, only tights and the sequin gown over it. The smooth linen inside the gown caressed her breasts as it slid down her body, pooling around her ankles.
• Luca's eyes followed it before his dark eyes came to rest on her breasts, causing her dark n*ppl*s to pucker under his gaze like raisins on pudding.
• He lifted his hand, hovering it in front of her heaving breast, tempting her with the heat of his hand. Fran nearly lost control waiting for him to touch her. Her eyes begged for him to make the contact. He saw the pleading in her eyes and his response to that was to drop his hand, nearly causing her to cry for him, but he surprised her by going down on her, smoothly pulling her tights and panties as he did.
• Fran was tempted to drop her hands to cover herself. She stepped out of them.
• Luca cast her underwear aside, rose and led her to the bed. He turned her in his arms, away from the bed, so that her bare bum was pressed into his erection. His palms caressed her flesh as his hands went under her arms so that he could weigh her breasts in his palms - he liked how soft they felt - and squeezed them.
• "How flexible are you, my sweet?" He whispered in her ear.
• She licked her lips. His erection was evident on her bum, strong and hard. She wanted to ground her bum in it, wanted to feel it slap against her thigh. "Pretty flexible."
• He pressed her into his groin briefly before stepping back to sit on the bed. "Touch your toes," he ordered, his breath warmed her *ss. Yet all she felt were chills and the thrill of sin on her flesh.
• Fran bent from the waist, reaching her toes. Doing so exposed her to him - completely, without the barriers of her flimsy underwear. With shaky fingers she reached for her ankles, closing them around her delicate bones.
• She felt his breath on her bare bum, in between her legs, along her sl*t and the rim of her hole. He was so close, so near, yet it wasn't close enough. He was teasing her yet again. He leaned in close to kiss her close to her dewy sl*t, blowing gently on her engorged nub.
• Fran's knees buckled.
• "Stay still. You'll enjoy this as much as I will," he promised a moment before his mouth finally closed over her creaming flesh.
• Fran moaned as his warm mouth covered her.
• It was beyond good. Words could not describe how delicious the wet feel of his tongue sliding over her throbbing sl*t felt. He s*ck*d and licked a fiery path down to pull at her tight nub.
• Bent over the way she was, Fran went dizzy. All the blood in her body seemed to be in two places at once; her cl*t and her head. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't pause enough to draw a breath before he delivered another stroke with his tongue. His strong fingers pulled the globes of her *ss apart and his tongue pierced her channel, swirling and tasting every last drop of her essence.
• Fran cried out. She nearly lost her balance.
• Luca reached for one ankle, grabbed her hand and led it to her cl*t forcing her to play with the tiny nub of pleasure. He watched while she played at his command, grounding his teeth against the swell of his c*ck in his pants. He watched her face too, saw her eyes roll back. She was struggling to stay bent over, struggling to stay balanced.
• He returned to her creaming flesh, sucking and licking gently at first and then forcefully, hungry for more and more of her.
• She cried uncontrollably, moaning, crying and begging. Her knees could not hold up anymore. She would have fallen if he had not grabbed her hips and pushed her into his face until she tightened, and her walls sprang apart, causing violent quakes in her body.
• Her knees finally gave out, and she nearly collapsed head first, but Luca was there to catch her. She shook in his arms, crying with her eyes closed while her legs shook with the tremors. Her fingers clutched his shirt, nearly digging into his flesh.
• Luca rose from his place on the bed with her in his arms. Turning, he laid her on the bed, unbuckled her shoes and cast them aside. He rose to his full height, his gaze raking her supple body with lust. Desire shone in his eyes when it met her pink quivering flesh.
• He wanted more, but that would have to wait for later. Right now he needed to bury himself inside her.
• From beneath her lashes Fran saw the swirl of desire in his eyes, his gaze pinning her onto the bed. Her body screamed in ecstasy and longed for more.
• She watched him shrug off his jacket, cast it aside. He popped his collar, cuffs and his buttons, shrugged off his shirt and cast it aside. Next were his pants.
• Fran didn't blink.
• Luca liked that.
• Her eyes watched his belt slide through the loopholes of his pants and his zipper slide open. His pants came off with his boxer shorts and his p*n*s sprang from between his thighs, nestled in a nest of dark curls.
• He was huge. He had girth. Jay had been huge as well and if she hadn't been so busy she would have explored her limits with him, but now she worried that Luca wouldn't fit.
• Her eyes remained on the strong, veined piece bobbing between his thighs as he climbed the bed, hooked his arms behind her knees and pushed her deeper into the bed.
• She rose on her elbows, her eyes widening now as she finally tore her gaze from his c*ck to his face. "W- wait... I don't think..."
• Luca didn't give her time to think. Spreading her knees wide with his strong thighs, he took his place between her thighs, placed the head of his c*ck at her entrance and, without warning, slammed into her.
• Fran's head rolled back into the pillows, a tight groan escaping her throat, her fists clutched the sheets tightly as he drove in inch after inch, pounding her soft flesh relentlessly. There was no warning, no words as he slammed into her again and again, groaning into her flesh as he buried his face in her neck.
• He didn't give her a moment to breathe or adapt to his size, yet her body expanded to receive him, forced by the intrusion of his large, demanding c*ck. Her slippery walls clenched tightly to its firm length.
• Luca groaned. She felt so good. Her channel was just as wet, hot and tight as he had imagined. Night after night he watched her dance, and he wondered if her body was as soft and supple as it was in his dreams. If her p*ssy creamed as he imagined.
• It was even better. The wet heat stretching and constricting as he delivered stroke after stroke curled his toes.
• Reaching beneath her, he grabbed her *ss, spread her cheeks apart and pounded even harder until the bed bounced and the springs creaked.
• Her moans were music to his ears, no longer a cry of pain but of pleasure as he stretched her to her limits. She wrapped her legs around his waist, matching his rhythm with the passion of a Wildcat, her arms wound around his neck with her fingers digging into his skin.
• She learned fast, and he realized he wanted to show her more, teach her more.
• As he thrust into her again, and again he thought to himself 'You are mine. Mine, angel, mine.'
• He felt her tighten, felt her fingers dig even harder, nearly breaking skin as she threw her head back and exploded again, crying out loud as she did.
• It was more than he could take. Driving in with a force that completely emptied his lungs, he exploded inside her, coating her insides with his c*m. With a loud groan, he collapsed on top of her, his c*ck still jerking inside her.
• Fran whimpered, squeezing her legs together on his waist to stay to tremors in her body.
• The wild beat of their hearts merged into one, slowing gradually like the tick of a clock.
• Luca squeezed his arms around her. He couldn't believe it, but for the first time in months he was spent, too tired to turn her over for a new lesson. But the night was still young, he had a lot to teach his pretty butterfly.