T O U C H E D

Spellbound

***Luca***

An emerald, crystal clear sea glittering under the azure sky of the warm afternoon stretching far beyond what the eyes can see, with the fine white sand touching my bare feet and the cool breeze soothing my skin --- truly a picture to behold and a paradise the majority could only hope to be in ---- but I'm not the majority, I don't hope --- I own.

But here I am standing on top of the paradise I bought for myself, yet wishing to be back somewhere else. A place that's slowly becoming one sweet and lingering dream. A soft body under me, the quiet whimpers, the whispered plea, the tangled hair, the sweet smell of a woman mixed with mine, and the unsure touch of a woman who's only starting to discover the pleasures of being with somebody.

The luxurious room of the penthouse became insignificant. That place is not just paradise, it's heaven. She is the one who made it to heaven, the only one that matters.

The 10 minute drive to my hotel that night seem to last forever, as we drove in silence, the sexual tension between us seem to engulf us both; me, with my uncomfortable boy, and her with the teasing peaks on her girls, my coat which I offered her to wear to warm her under the chill of the night, failed to hide the strain of her peaks. They did not went unnoticed.

We arrived at the front of my hotel, gave my car key to the valet and opened the door for my lovely companion. One step at a time, she stepped out of the car and I can see that she's having second thoughts. Maybe she was too busy thinking of ways to get out of the situation, she was surprised when I pulled her by the waist and whispered "Relax" right at her ear, intending for my lips to graze it, of course it affected her. As if I'd let that happen, let her disappear, I don't remember being that determined in my entire life.

Inside the elevator, I let my hands gently touch her, massaging the nerves at her shoulders down to her arms while standing behind her to hide my raging hard-on and not scare her, for her benefit and to satisfy my needs to touch her badly. It's hard to hold back.

"Call me Luca, what do I call you, darling?" I turned her head to be able to face me, looking at her chocolate brown eyes, breathing the air she breathes, barely an inch separates our lips and I would taste her. But I'll wait. Slowly.

Beneath her perfume, I could smell her need and her body kept on shivering under my touch. Hmm...

"Maya" she said.

Short but sweet. I chuckled "My Maya, hmm... I like the sound of it."

Her breath hitched as my hand settled in gently rubbing her belly, the other slides upward to her ribs just bellow her breast, soft everywhere with just enough plumpness for a man to bend their knees. I cannot resist anymore, I'm so close to taking her right there and then in the elevator, but I won't. This would be sweet, gentle and memorable. She deserves it after giving me her trust to take her first. But just a taste... and so I licked those lips half open and looking so sweet.

It was not enough.

She exhaled while her eyes looked surprise, but she didn't protest. She blushed deep red and averted her eyes. What a sin.

Just a little more taste doesn't seem too much now.

So I gently nudged her head to face me and was ready to ravage her mouth ready to suck her life out --- then came the *ding* of the elevator

"Luca!"

Sera's voice called out from behind, disturbing me from dangerous thoughts. I think I'm already in trouble as I'm already standing at attention. I pretended not to notice and somehow sat myself on the chaise behind me without turning to face them completely, and leaned my upper body forward as if I'm really interested with the view.

"Hey man! Penny for your thoughts?" Matteo tapped my back and sat on the next chaise followed by Sera who sat unceremoniously.

"Luca, let me ride your jet-ski alone today!"

"Call me Uncle or Zio and I'll think about it." I said with a smirk that I'm sure will tick her off.

"No way!"

"Your lost" I shrugged.

"Come on honey, why won't you try it?" Matteo said to her daughter.

"Duh! Because I'm fifteen and it's uncool to call him "uncle!"

"Call me Dad or Papa then!" Matteo teased, and Sera just "Hmph!" and walked out. "Why is she so against titles of endearment?" He shook his head. I chuckled at that, if only he knew that his remarked about just calling the elderly by their names makes one cooler, stuck in the head of his five year old daughter back then, maybe he'd think more about teasing her daughter about it.

"So, you thinking business or woman?"

I sighed "The Woman..." I let it drift.

His mouth made an O-shape and he laughed out loud. "Oh-ho-ho! The Woman!"

"I shouldn't have told you that, I knew you'd be this desperate to tease me, fratello" This time, it was me who shook my head.

"Well, leaving you after one hot and sizzling night.... oh, she must be one hell of a woman!" I sighed and looked at Matteo in the eyes "She is."

"Oh boy! Finally! Luca Severino, the most wanted bachelor and womanizer of Italia, I declare you spellbound!" Matteo gestured dramatically at me. I laughed at his comedy, he was always the funny one among us siblings.

"Sure am!" I downed the last of my drink and looked at the magnificent view of the tropical around us.

"So, have you found her yet? How long has it been?" Suddenly, he was serious.

I sighed again "Six months..." I said nonchalantly, and I continued "She left a thank you note and her name, God knows if that's even her real name."

"Try DNA or the gang!"

"No, I won't do that, let's just say it's my way of trying to prove a point that if it's fate then we'll meet again."

"For fuck sake, when did you start talking fate? You just love to fuck with or without it!"

"Always. For the others, well, what's a man got to do? I have needs."

"Extremely rigorous needs last I heard." Matteo raised a brow, we laughed to that.

It's true, I have a high sexual drive than most people, that's why it's a miracle how I've been holding it after that night. I've tried, mind you, but I just don't get the same satisfaction and my partners seem to transform right before my eyes, turning to that delicious being I long to hold once more.

Maybe it's fate, God or just my butler, but someone heard my prayers. My phone rang, when I answered "Finally..." I muttered.

Matteo snickered "Fate my ass." He downed his drink and made himself comfortable in the chaise overlooking the sea.