Lussuria (New Version) (28 page)

Oh my God.

“Lucca there is someone in the house.”

We jump up. He sees the fear in my eyes and holds me. “Hey, I’ve got you dolcezza. Don’t worry,” he reassures me.

“Lucca, Lucca, are you there?” a woman’s voice shouts up the stairs.

“Shit! It’s my mother.”

Fuck!

File M- R- P.

M for Mortified. Mortified at my predicament.

R for raging. Raging I missed my orgasm and…

P for petrified. Petrified to meet his mother.

Oh dear God.

Lucca laughs. “Honey I owe you some TLC, but we better get ready. Don’t worry, she’ll love you.”

I smack my hand across his chest. “What is she doing here?”

He shrugs his shoulders as he throws on jeans and a white t-shirt. “You better put clothes on unless you want to give my old man a heart attack.”

I pull the wardrobe open and grab a white blouse and black round flared fifties skirt with a huge black belt from my new collection. I throw on a white lace bra and knickers. Just as I’m stepping into the skirt, his mother walks into the room.

Dear God, please forgive me for my sins. Why is this happening to me?

“Mamma, I’d like you to meet Lexi. Lexi, this is my mother.” Lucca is grinning ear to ear in amusement.

Smart-ass.

I lift the blouse and modestly hold it in front of my chest. She doesn’t even pay attention as she walks over and hugs me tightly, causing me to drop the blouse.

Oh God, I need a glass of wine. Is it too early?

“Lexi, Lexi sweetheart. So lovely to meet you finally. I’ve heard wonderful things about you. My mamma and papa absolutely adore you.”

She is beautiful, stunning actually, and looks very young. I see the resemblance of Lucca in her, and also Sofia. Her brown highlighted hair is layered and bounces on her shoulders. She has the same long black eyelashes as Lucca, but has brown eyes. She wears Chanel No5 perfume; it clings in her soft hair.

She kisses me on both cheeks and on my forehead. Once I get over the shock, I find my voice. “Mrs. Caruso, it’s lovely to meet you. I apologize for you finding me like this. I’m very embarrassed.” I smile nervously at her.

“Please, call me Marissa, and no need to apologize. Now let me see you.” She holds my hands and stands back, eyeing me up.

Oh my God. She is eyeing me up in my lingerie.

“Lucca she is beautiful, just perfect. What a lovely treat getting to see you both. I have a wonderful feeling about the two of you.”

“Mamma, yes… Lexi is beautiful, very beautiful, and it’s lovely to see you, but why did you not call before you came around?” His mom walks over to him, freeing my hands, and kissing him sweetly. He hugs her in a tight embrace.

“I was getting impatient. You haven’t brought your beautiful girl over yet, and besides, do I need an excuse to see my favorite son?”

He sniggers. “I’m not your favorite son. You are trying to soften the blow, and seriously Mamma, we would have come to you.”

“You’re right, I love all my children to the moon and back. Shall we go downstairs and see you’re Papa?” She pinches his cheek, and he blushes, it’s very cute. That just reminds me of Grandpa, he says this to me often.

I pull my skirt up, then turn around to fasten my blouse while Lucca talks to his mom. Mrs. Caruso goes silent. “Lexi dear, what on earth is that all over your back, sweetheart?”

Shit!

I slump my shoulders. Marissa is staring right at me.

“Mamma, stop it, it’s nothing. Can you just let Lexi get dressed? Why don’t you go down and make coffee? We’ll be down in a moment.” Lucca is protecting me, but shuffling around. He’s uneasy with her remark.

I feel sick.

“Okay, I’ll see you both in a minute. Lexi sweetheart, I’m sorry. I never meant to upset you. You must think I’m awful.”

I turn around, fastening the top button on my sleeveless blouse, and try to rise above this for Lucca. I hold her hands. “No need to apologize. It’s just some scarring I‘ve had since I was a child. Nothing to worry about.”

Lucca’s eyebrows raise, and it occurs to me I‘ve never told him anything about the scars before.

“Oh sweetheart, you poor little soul. Well, makes no difference. You are an absolute treasure and a true beauty for my Lucca. He is infatuated by you.”

I smile and thank her. When she leaves, I walk into the ensuite to wash up and put some makeup on. As I’m brushing my teeth, Lucca watches me carefully.

“I’m sorry about her barging in. She’s very forward, it’s just her way. She really likes you.” I rinse and spit, then start on my makeup. “Are you mad?”

“No...yes....no...yes. Oh, I don’t know.” I sigh. He takes my face and kisses me. “It was just uncomfortable, and not how I imagined meeting your mother for the first time, I’m mortified.”

“Lexi, please relax. She’s in her own world and didn’t even flinch. At least you had some lingerie on. Although, it wouldn’t bother my mother in the slightest if you were naked.” We both start laughing at the same time.

After Lucca washes up, he runs his hand over my hairline and down my face and arms, staring at me with sad eyes once more. “You never mentioned you got your scars when you were young……you don’t need to talk about it, but it may be something you might want to put in your journal sometime.” There is such softness in his voice.

“Maybe.” I sigh. He lets it be.

“You look beautiful. Are you ready to go and meet my papa?” I nod and take his hand as he leads me down the stairs. We walk into the open plan area.

Oh dear Lord!

I look at Lucca, and my face is burning crimson. My lingerie and dress from last night are scattered throughout the kitchen and dining area. Lucca sees me distressed and helps me collect the garments. He raises his eyebrows and the corner of his lips, looking devilishly as he picks up my bra. I look at the dining room table and can vision me on all fours being pounded by him last night in the most intensifying intercourse.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’re adults. I think they’ll know we’re having sex. Pretty fucking amazing sex at that.” He places his hand around my waist and kisses my head as he stares down at the table. I try to compose myself before walking outside.

A handsome, dark, good-looking man stands to his feet to greet me. His hair is long under his ears and wavy with slight streaks of grey through the black, making him look very distinguished. “Lexi, so lovely to finally meet you. You are as beautiful as everyone tells me you are.” He smells divine, and his blue eyes are mesmerizing. I blush when I kiss him.

Epitome of style and charm.

“Mr. Caruso, I am honoured to meet you. Lucca tells me wonderful things. It’s a pleasure,” I say as confident as I can as he holds my hand.

“Please, call me Antonio. Now come and sit and talk to us, bella ragazza.”

Marissa is sitting across from us with her sunglasses on taking in the sun and looking very sophisticated. She smiles at us warmly from across the table.

Lucca makes some coffee and brings out some breads, smoked salmon, crème fraiche with lemon, chives and dill, and the cheese, chutney and grapes I bought at the food market store. I smile at him as he sets the platters down. Marissa carefully watches the adoration I have in my eyes for Lucca. I still feel nervous, but I’m starting to relax the more I talk with them. They are very down to earth and caring.

Antonio praises Lucca on his achievements, his work and ambitions, patting him on the shoulder. Lucca sits close to his mother, keeping his arm wrapped around her shoulder. He watches me interact with his parents and smiles over to me. Antonio keeps hold of my hand on my knee, and I allow it; it doesn’t bother me. I feel safe, and I trust his family. I am going to have to accept he has a large family who are very close. It’s all new to me, but for Lucca, I want to learn and try to be average and normal too.

After we snack on the alfresco brunch, Antonio tells me all about some issues he has had with his knee, an old cartilage tear which has been upsetting him, and I give him some advice. I love that they are involving me in the conversation, and it doesn’t seem intrusive in any way.

So far so good!

“Lexi, sweetheart, I would love to take you shopping. Have you had a chance to go yet while you have been here? How long are you staying?” Marissa asks.

Lucca laughs, lifting his lip at one side.

“That would be lovely, Mrs. Caruso. I have eight days left, I think.”

“Please, call me Marissa, and excellent! I want to show you off to our friends.”

This is getting worse. Should I jump on a flight back home while I can? Considering it, I glance at Lucca, and he has his smoldering sexy eyes on me.

Hmm, on second thought...

“Would you two like to come over to Casa Sulla Collina with us today? We can have some dinner later after we check on the guests and the cooking lessons. That’s if you don’t have plans.” Antonio looks hopefully at me.

“I was going to take Lexi to Pisa today,” Lucca interrupts.

“It’s fine. We can go another day, Lucca. That will be very nice Mr….. erm, Antonio. We’d love to come,” I reply.

Lucca shakes his head, then walks around the back of my chair, places his arms over my shoulders, and leans over me, kissing me on the lips in front of his parents. My pink cheeks are in full bloom.

Marissa claps her hands excitedly. “Wonderful! Lucca, I will have some of your favorite gelato made.”

“Well, why didn’t you say that sooner? Baby, you want to come and grab anything before we leave?”

I can’t believe he’s calling me that in front of them.

I follow Lucca into the bedroom while his parents clear up the plates. I’d offered to help, but they’d refused, so I left them to it. I take my clothes off, pile my hair up on my head, and switch the shower on. Lucca’s naked body presses into me just as I’m about to step in.

“Thank you for doing this. My parents love you.” He turns me around and gazes into my eyes. “I owe you some TLC, and you’ve gotten me fired up.”

“No way. Not while your parents are downstairs,” I retaliate. Holding me tighter, oh fuck, he is serious, he trails his hands up and over my ass, then between my legs, stroking me, running his fingers over my folds. I moan and rest my head into his shoulders.

I melt, fold and crumble under his touch. I’m his.

He is kneeling down kissing my navel and I know where he is heading.

After I reach another amazing height of pleasure, I pull him up and into me without considering his parents downstairs, I just need him. Within seconds, he has picked me up and pushed me into the tiled wall. As I wrap around his waist now, he claims me fast and furious until we peak together trying to quietly muffle our cries into one another’s mouths under the hot steam of the shower.

“I can’t believe we just did that. What if they heard?”

“They won’t hear a thing. This house has good stone walls. Fuck I love the heat of the moment sex with you.”

If we didn’t need to go, I’d take him again.

Risky sex is a new favorite.

After a quick wash, we head downstairs. Antonio suggests we all go in their car, so we can have wine tonight with dinner, and that Marco will bring us back to the farmhouse. Marissa wants us to stay over with them, but Lucca is adamant that he bring me back here. Lucca gets his persistence from them.

After driving in their flashy Rolls Royce phantom car with the personalized number plate CAR US01, we arrive at their Villa. Very similar to that of Sofia and Franco’s villa except it’s not as wide, has an extra floor, and towers above the countryside sitting up on a hill. Boasting the same amenities as its sister, Villa di Tartufi, it is every bit as spectacular. It’s busy too with lots of guests here for the May music festival.

I’m introduced to staff, and the female guests once again drop their mouths and go speechless as their wandering eyes focus on Lucca.

Hmm, maybe I’ll need to lock him up.

After the tour, we have some cold drinks sitting on the outside pergola area. Lucca is talking to his mum, and I wonder if they are speaking about me or maybe he is asking after his ex-finance Francesca, they appear immersed in conversation. I’m trying not to look too deep into it. Antonio tells me about their transition from Tuscany to Scotland and back again. I hear screaming from behind us causing me to go rigid.

“Oh my God. I‘m going to kill her,” Lucca murmurs, shaking his head in disbelief before even turning around. Antonio shakes his head and gestures more acceptingly as Marissa claps her hands with excitement. A beautiful looking girl bounces towards Lucca and wraps her arms around him, kissing him to near death.

I freeze, feeling a little curious. Maybe a little jealous.

“What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be working.” Lucca interrogates the girl.

It must be his sister.

“Well, I needed a break. Besides, I can’t wait to meet my future sister in law, so get to introducing us.”

My knees tremble. She’s loud, extroverted, and completely over the top. I swallow hard at her words regarding sister in law – too far.

“Oh my God, you are stunning, like the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen! I am Orianna, pleased to meet you. This is so exciting! We will be great friends, I know it!” She doesn’t take a breath.

Her light brown hair is poker straight, and she has a wide, shaggy fringe swept over—very fashionable. Hazel will love her hair. She is petite in frame, and dressed to kill in a white, tight fitting dress with gold studs around the neckline, gold sandals and a large, chunky, gold and black embossed bracelet around her wrist.

Lucca looks at me apologetically. I boldly stand up, matching her confidence, and kiss her. “Orianna, it’s lovely to meet you. So, you are the girl I have to try hard to live up to.” Everyone erupts into friendly laughter.

She holds Lucca’s waist and pulls him close to her. “Lexi, I love you already, but please look after my favorite boy. He is the best… although, don’t tell my other brothers I said that.” She giggles. I smile, bewitched by her outgoing personality.

Lucca kisses me sweetly. “She’s looking after me very well, Anna, and while I’m on it, I should fire your ass. You get away with murder. You are making up for this trip when you get back. Be prepared to work weekends, girl.” He smiles down at me.