Reverence - Book 2

- 38 -

The sun was peaking over the still waters, its orange hue turning the navy pool into a shimmering refraction, thousands of diamonds glinting on slow churring hands. 

It's rays were reaching down to the sands, the beach on fire with dancing red hues and against the barely lapping tide, it was sure to consume the rest of the landscape. 

There was something idyllic, the way that light could glint into windows and rearrange a whole place, shifting it's shadows into beauty and bearing light to be concealed. It was reflective, light beaming off of any subtle surface that dared dance into it's path, like the dangling gold charm on my ankle bracelet that was slung over Luca's shoulder and his strong hands held my thighs at mercy. 

I had awoken to his tentative fingers toying at me, rubbing teasingly over the lace fabric of my panties, and those veracious eyes peering up at me from between my thighs. 

His lips were pressed against my arousal, fingers gripping on my thighs lovingly. 

"Good morning, birthday girl." 

He purred, his kisses trailing softly over my panties. I felt the shivers creep through my legs, clawing at my back like hurried hands. 

His tongue played at the crest of me, slithering rhythmically. I pressed my hips into him, gently begging at the unbarred touch. 

"Yes principessa." 

He nodded faintly as his thumbs hooked into the teal lace of my underwear, sliding it deliciously slow down my thighs as his kisses landed along my hips and below my navel. Discarding them in the expanse of our bed, he saddled my right leg over his shoulder and with a clench of his strong jaw, his tongue explored salaciously over my clit. 

The moans came, and my fingers wound in his peppered dark hair. He licked and sucked, perfect lips kissing and caressing every warm, wet part of me. 

"I was thinking," 

He whispered against me. His lips hovered closely, his warm breaths fanning over me causing my knees to twitch against his strong sides. His fingers danced down the inside of my thigh, tempting against my vulva. 

"Breakfast at Ciccio, you can shop at the promenade, we could charter the boats. And tonight, we dine at Tana, privately. You and I and a few of our beloveds. How does that sound to you?" 

His fingers were inside now, fingers coaxing my hips to grind against his sure hand. I nodded lazily, lips parting around a gentle moan. 

"But first," 

He burned, his hand subduing my belly, calming my writhing hips to the bed. 

"you must come."

It was like waves crashing on the shore. The bearing of Luca's fingers and the razors edge of his triumphant smile as I grasped nails deep into his dense forearm. His thumb twilled against my clit as his fingers circled within, coaxing out a wanton orgasm into his hand. 

I began to retreat into the safety of our pillows, hands grabbing for any surety from the intensity of his touch. 

"Give yourself to pleasure Yelena." 

He breathed, hand abandoning my stomach to come around my neck. He held me there, hair fanned around me like a flaxen halo, heavy lidded eyes fixed on the tendons of his forearm. I could feel the slickness of his fingers working and the swell that started in my thighs overflowed into rushing release. 

His hand released my neck, now coming to my face as my knees pushed away his hand and my body was alight with ecstasy. I felt his soft touch on my shins, fingertips tracing carelessly against my skin. I pushed the hair from my face, feeling the heat rise out of my neck and into my cheeks. His smile was splitting, pride cutting through his eyes.