Luca brought the bottle of wine back with us to his oceanfront villa.

We sat out on a balcony that overlooked the water, watching the stars and listening to waves as they crashed onto the shore while we drank.

As I finished my second glass, I felt my courage grow, remembering then the wrapped box of lingerie Norah had stowed away in my suitcase.

Should I? Maybe not. Maybe another time...

But when, if not now? Why not now?

"I'm going to the restroom," I told Luca, standing from my chair.

He hummed as I walked back through the French doors that opened into the dark bedroom, the white curtains that framed them blowing loosely in the ocean breeze that passed through the threshold.

I looked over my shoulder to make sure he wasn't watching as I opened my suitcase slowly and soundlessly to retrieve the box.

Walking into the en suite, I closed the door behind me, flicking on the light.

I changed out of the satin dress quickly, hooking the lacy, plum-colored bra together behind me and slipping on the matching panties. It took me a few moments to figure out how the garter was supposed to work, fumbling in my tipsy state with each hook and strap.

When I was finally done, I looked in the mirror and gulped.

I wished then that I had brought my wine into the bathroom, needing another boost of confidence and a pep talk.

After pulling my hair down, I raked through it with my fingers to add volume at the roots. I wrung my hands out nervously at my side before I turned out the light and opened the bathroom door.

I felt like I was going to be reintroduced to my five-star dinner as I walked through the moonlit bedroom slowly, my stomach in my throat.

I froze in place as I saw Luca's shadow stand from his chair before he turned to come back inside, completely unaware of what was waiting on the other side of the door.

Oh shit.

He stopped mid-stride as he caught a glimpse of me through the billowing curtain.

I watched as the bottle of wine in his hand fell from his grasp. It shattered against the wooden flooring next to his feet, cutting through the silence.

Raising a hand to cover my mouth, I stared at the remainder of the expensive wine as it flooded over the floor, bleeding into the rug that he stood next to.

Luca muttered something unintelligible under his breath as he took a single step towards me, over the shards of broken glass.

His back towards the moonlight meant I couldn't see his face. I couldn't read his expression. I had no idea what he was thinking.

But I knew exactly where his eyes were.

I fought against covering my body with my arms, feeling like I was on fire under his gaze. It was a torturous feeling that made me want to bury myself under the bedsheets to never be seen again.

The elaborate, accentuating attire somehow made me feel more exposed than I did when I was naked.

Luca walked towards me slowly and I found myself stepping backwards into the wall behind me. My breath was caught in my throat as he approached, his body radiating heat as he got closer until we were only centimeters apart.

I could smell the wine on his lips as they drew nearer to mine. His hands gently grasped either side of my face, orienting my eyes to meet his.

Luca's mouth covered mine with such passion that I felt my knees go weak, my hands fisting the front of the white button-up he wore.

His hand combed through the side of my hair to grasp it in the back, his tongue passing through my parted lips.

I moaned against his kiss, tears nearly coming to my eyes at its intensity.

He pulled away, placing a rapid succession of wet kisses against my mouth before his lips trailed down my jaw and neck.

Letting go of his shirt, I held his head in both hands as he nipped and sucked at my skin.

Luca leaned down and picked me up behind my knees, carrying me over to the bed as I kissed him deeply.

Gently laying me down against the mattress, he pulled away from my kiss and hovered above me.

I could see his face, partially illuminated by the moonlight streaming in behind me.

"Can I turn on a light?" He asked.

I couldn't bring myself to say no and found myself nodding, pushing all insecurities to the back of my mind as desire rushed to the front.

He got off of me and turned on a lamp next to the bed.

I closed my eyes as the light cut through the room, only opening them when I neglected to hear Luca say or do anything else.

Watching his gaze as it traveled slowly over my body, taking in every inch, I suddenly forgot how to breathe.

I looked down to see the massive bulge in the slacks he wore, feeling a little more affirmed that maybe I didn't look as terrible as I thought I did.

Luca's eyes met mine and he lowered himself down over me, beginning to kiss over each lace-covered area on my body whilst maintaining our eye contact.

I could feel the burning heat between my legs as his lips hovered there, pressing against the thin fabric.

They moved northward, his hands groping each cup of the bra as his tongue trailed along my torso.

When his mouth found my chest, lips pressed against my cleavage, my hands reached down to begin unbuttoning his shirt. Fingers shaking, I fumbled with the top two buttons before Luca sat up and ripped the shirt open, buttons scattering along the mattress and then popping against the wooden floor.

He discarded the torn fabric off to the side, undoing his belt and unzipping his pants.

As Luca leaned back over me, his fingers reached between my legs and hooked around the crotch of my panties. I moaned at the brief touch before he pulled them down my legs, letting them hang from one ankle as he propped himself between my legs.

"Can we skip to the good part?" I asked.

Luca let out a breathy laugh, reaching under me to unclasp my bra and throw it off the bed to land on the floor somewhere behind me. I tried to help him take off the garter belt, but he stopped me.

"That can stay," he said.

He lifted my hips to shove a pillow underneath them before pushing my knees up to my chest and out under my arms.

"I'm going slow," he warned me, kissing the inside of my knee and thigh. "I don't want this to be over quickly."

I nodded as he leaned down over me, his lips connecting with mine as he slowly pushed his entire length inside of me.

My eyes closed and toes curled at the feeling of my walls stretching around his throbbing dick as he began to move in and out of me. He groaned against my lips as my nails dug into his back; his slow, firm thrusts filling me completely.

Though it proved impossible to make out and fuck at the same time.

We broke the kiss, both of us nearly gasping for air.

My mouth went to his neck, my teeth gently nipping at the skin there.

For a moment, I enjoyed the slow, controlled movements. What we were doing transcended sex. It felt like love in action. His entire body pressed against mine, lips next to my ear whispering words in a language I didn't understand.

But then something switched.

A carnal, undeniable sense of desire came over me as his mouth moved down to take one of my nipples between his lips.

I moaned, hips raising off of the bed; my body begging for more of the feeling.

My hands moved up his neck, my fingers tangling themselves in his hair and tugging slightly.

"Please," I gasped.

He knew what I wanted.

Luca's thrusts became quicker, more powerful. I felt my whole body jolt each time his hips met mine. His mouth detached from my breast as he hovered over me, watching them bounce on my chest with each movement.

I began clench around Luca each time he pulled out of me, eliciting a deep, throaty groan from him.

My orgasm came out of nowhere. It washed over me quickly and violently, my body writhing under Luca as I screamed his name.

My tightened, quivering walls around his length brought Luca to his climax, his warm release filling me.

I was panting as he rolled off of me.

"So much for not finishing quickly," I told him between deep breaths.

Luca sat up slowly, the dark hair that hung in his face sticking to the sweat that was accumulating above his brow.

"I'm not done yet, baby."

- - -

I laid out in the sunshine the next day, comfortably resting on a large, cushioned daybed that was surrounded by white sand; sitting forty or so feet from the ocean.

I listened to the sound of the waves crashing and branches of the palm trees surrounding me brushing into each other in the light breeze.

The sun was warm against my skin, drying the sea-drenched strands of my hair.

I laid on my stomach, soaking up as much sunshine as I could.

I opened one eye to see Luca's tanned, wet body emerging from the surf, running his hands through his hair to shake out the water. I watched him as he walked along the sand, closing in on where I lay.

"Amore, your ass is going to get burnt," he told me, smacking it as he reached for his towel that laid next to me.

"I put on sunscreen."

He glanced at me warily.

"Are you concerned about tan lines?" He asked, gesturing towards the straps of my bikini I had untied to expose my entire back.

I just smiled as he shook his head, laying down next to me.

"You're very brave to be nearly nude out here," he told me.

"You said it was a private beach."

"It is, but that doesn't mean that everyone reads the signs," he laughed.

I hummed, smiling.

"I've been thinking about what we talked about last night," I told him, propping myself up on my elbow.

"What's that?"

"About taking on my responsibilities as Luna and still doing what I love," I reminded him.

Luca rolled over on his side to lay close to me, his hand reaching out to trace along the skin of my upper arm.

"Okay..."

"I want to be a Luna, first and foremost. I'm almost overwhelmed by the thought of being able to do so much good in that position. I want that responsibility," I said confidently. "But, I also love to share and teach art. I liked what you said about doing lessons and I thought about maybe putting together a class for Cristina's kids to take once or twice a week."

Luca nodded thoughtfully.

"I think it's a fantastic plan," he said.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to turn the upstairs loft into a studio," I asked.

"Absolutely, amore. Whatever you want, just let me know. I'll see what I can do about building you some cabinets up there so you have storage space."

I smiled.

"Thank you, Luca," I said sincerely.

"You're very welcome, amore."

I leaned forward to kiss him, my lips brushing against his gently.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too, Lulu," I said.

He groaned loudly, placing a hand over my mouth.

"I don't want to hear that word come out of your mouth ever again," he said sternly.

I licked the inside of his palm where it was pressed against my mouth and he pulled his hand away, nose scrunching in disgust as he wiped my saliva on his swim trunks, making me laugh.

"Why not, Lulu?"

"You're testing me," he warned, throwing his index finger in my face.

Before I could think about it, I sat forward and took his finger between my teeth, closing my lips around it to suck lightly.

I held eye contact with him, watching as his expression changed quickly.

I ran my tongue along the portion of his finger in my mouth, causing him to pull it out.

"I don't like a tease," he told me.

"Who said I was teasing?" I asked defensively, sitting up to push him over on his back and kneel between his legs.

I reached out to begin to untie his swim trunks, biting my lip as he watched me with a tightening jaw.

I pulled them down to his knees, exposing the boxer briefs underneath. I watched the goosebumps erupt along his torso as my fingers danced along the skin above his waistband. 

Leaning down, and making sure to put my thong-bottomed ass in the air, I placed an open-mouth kiss against the bulge that strained against the wet fabric.

I stuck out my tongue to run it along his covered length slowly. As I placed kisses back down his shaft, I could feel it throb with desire under my mouth.

I sat up to see the pained expression Luca wore, shaking his head as he watched me.

"Don't fucking torture me," he said through clenched teeth.

I poked out my bottom lip in an exaggerated way.

"That's not a nice word," I said slowly.

I smiled again before hooking my fingers under the waistband of his briefs, tugging them down at a torturously slow rate.

His erection bounced into the air as I freed it from the constraining fabric.

Pursing my lips, I leaned down and pressed them against his tip. I then parted my lips slightly and took his tip into my mouth, sucking gently.

I pulled away and leaned down further, running my tongue up the entire length of his shaft. I could taste the ocean water on him.

He was dripping with precum when my attention returned to his tip, taking it into my mouth. I made sure to suck with a little more enthusiasm that time, earning a deep groan from Luca as he laid back against the daybed.

Using my tongue, I swirled it around his tip before pressing it against him entirely, lapping at the sensitive skin.

I began to use my hand to massage the bottom of his shaft, moving slowly at first but increasing my speed as I began to suck on his tip again.

His hips rose from the bed but I pushed them back down, keeping my rhythm.

I took more of him into my mouth, continuing to suck while running my tongue along the part of him between my lips and squeezing with my hand the part that wasn't.

Taking as much of his length as I could, I stopped as his tip reached the back of my mouth, nearly causing me to gag.

This was when I began to pull away before going back down, my head bobbing as I alternated between sucking exclusively on his tip and then down his shaft.

Luca gathered my hair in his hands, pulling it back as he fisted it tightly behind my head.

Eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed, he moaned loudly as I focused in on his tip again, pressing my tongue against it as I sucked strongly.

I felt his hand begin to press against my head, encouraging me to take more of him into my mouth.

He controlled my pace with the hand fisting my hair, my hand dropping from his shaft as I focused on taking in more of his length.

I closed my lips around him each time he pressed down, listening to Luca moan as I did this.

His dick twitched and Luca came loudly in my mouth, his cum mixing with my saliva as it rolled down his shaft.

I licked up each salty drop, cleaning him thoroughly.

"Good girl," he praised, his throaty voice making my legs clench together.

When I sat up, Luca reached forward with his towel, wiping the tears that rolled down my cheeks from my eyes and the cum that still lingered on my lips and chin.

I smiled smugly as I rolled from between his legs to lay next to his shaking body.

"Have I asked you to marry me yet?" He asked breathlessly.

I held up the hand where his diamond ring was perched.

He grabbed it and kissed my knuckles before reaching over to untie one side of my bikini bottoms and then the other.

I turned to him and he winked as he pulled the bottoms off.

"Don't want you to get tan lines."

- - -

I mean, if you're going to give a BJ at the beach, just make sure it's a private one. Don't want y'all to go to jail just to give your man head. Although, he will likely bail you out if it was a good one, just saying...

Also, completely forgot I was supposed to update last night. Sorry, I suck. The nighttime updating schedule isn't my favorite because I'm totally not used to it, haha.

BUT! We're back to the normal schedule! The next chapter will be posted at 8:30am tomorrow morning! (EST, New York time).

Gotta go, buffaloes!

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