Delilah's Diary #2: La Vita Sexy (2 page)

"Oh, I know very well what I am getting into," Luca said, his voice husky.

The teasing banter had shifted suddenly. Now the sparks of humor were turning into sparks of heat. I realized, in the back of my head, that we'd agreed, in a sideways kind of way, to an ongoing relationship of some kind. I pushed away the thought before I could freak myself out. 

I focused instead on the way Luca's hands were inching down from my back to the hem of my shirt, and the heat of his palms on my skin, and the dampness spreading between my thighs at his touch.

"You are supposed to be sleeping," Luca said.

"I'm not tired, suddenly," I said.

He was stroking my back underneath my shirt, but in a soothing way rather than a sensual way. His eyes were full of desire, and I could feel his erection growing between us, but he was holding back. He didn't want to push me, I realized.

I would have to show him what I wanted.

I stepped back away from him and pulled my shirt off, then stripped my panties away. He licked his lips and reached for me. I pushed his hands down, an idea in my head that I intended to follow through with before I lost my nerve.

I peeled his T-shirt over his head, pushed his jeans off, and then nudged him onto the bed. He lay down, his underwear tented by his burgeoning erection. I climbed onto the bed and leaned over him, planted a kiss on his chest, between his pectoral muscles, and then again on his belly. He tucked a pillow under his head and watched me with burning eyes. I met his gaze and slipped my fingers under the elastic of his underwear, pulling them down past his hips and off.

I ran my palms over his body, across his broad chest and washboard stomach, down his thighs and back up, finally coming to rest on his cock. He twitched, and caught my hands.

"Delilah—"

"I want to. I want to touch you." I pulled my hands free and grasped his shaft in both hands. I lowered my mouth to him, kissed his hip. "I want to taste you."

Luca lifted up on an elbow. "Delilah, you do not have to...please, just let me make love to you."

I looked at him across the expanse of his body, wondering why he was hung up on this. Maybe he didn't believe that I wanted to. I slipped my fists up and down his length, caressed his sack in one hand, then extended a hesitant tongue and touched it to his cock, just beneath the head.

He tasted like skin, and male musk, and faintly of me.

"I want to. I've never done this before, and I want to. I wouldn't do it if I didn't."

He laid back down, then, a smile curving his mouth.

"Do you want me to?" I asked. "Do you like it?"

He laughed, a low rumble in his chest. "Of course. Do not let any man tell you he doesn't like it. So yes, I do want it, but I also don't want you to think you have to, only because I did it to you."

I shrugged, and licked him again, then said, "It's certainly not that. I really,
really
liked it when you did that, and I hope you'll do it again, but that's not why. I want to know how you taste. I want to...just because I do. Now shut up."

He laughed again. "As you wish,
mia bella
."

I licked the tip, swiping my tongue over the soft, salty head. His breath caught, and his belly sucked in. "Just...tell me if I'm doing it wrong, okay?"

Luca laughed, tangling his fingers in my hair. "Only do not bite me, is all I ask. Anything else you could do will be right. There is no right way or wrong way."

I took a deep breath, held it, and then lowered my mouth to him. My heart was pounding in my chest. I was filled with excitement, desire, and a little twinge of guilt at what I was about to do.

I touched my lips to the head of his cock, kissing him, and then opened my jaw and took him into my mouth, just an inch or two at first. He was thick, hard but soft and springy at the same time. He was big enough that I had to stretch my jaw and my lips to take all of him. A bit more, then, deeper into my mouth. I wrapped my fingers around his base, near the close-trimmed curls of hair, moving lightly, letting my fingers barely brush him.

"Oh,
mio dio
," he gasped, arching his back.

He liked it, then. I must have been doing something right. I took more of him into my mouth, and then he was at the back of my throat and I was struggling not to gag. I backed off a bit, moving my hand more vigorously now, and I felt him quivering, straining to hold still. I widened my throat muscles and went deeper again, and this time ignored the gag reflex.

Luca gasped, cursing in Italian, tightening his fingers on my hair. He liked it deep, then. I didn't mind, now that I knew what to expect. I lifted my head so he was almost free of my lips, and then bobbed back down, slowly, still pumping at his base. He scrabbled at the bed with his heels, clutched the sheet with his fists, eyes closed, head tipped back. Every muscle in his body was tensed, and his spine was bowing upward, as if straining to go deeper. So I took him deeper, until I couldn't anymore, and then backed away, deeper, back away...

He was groaning now, both hands in my short red hair, his hips moving of their own accord, fluttering up and down. I moved my mouth on him in the rhythm of his hips' rise and fall, moving down on him as he rose up. I didn't take him so deep I had to fight the gag reflex, but close.

"
Sto per
..." he said, gasping. "I am...
dio
..."

He was mixing English and Italian, not making complete sentences in either language. I loved the effect I was having on him. He was clearly lost in the throes of extreme pleasure, and even if I didn't find any physical pleasure in doing this to him, I found myself enjoying doing it to him, giving him such extreme pleasure.

His fingers tightened in my hair until my scalp tingled, and then he gasped, saying something in Italian that I didn't quite catch. I felt his balls contract in my palm. He was coming, I realized. That's what he had been trying to say, warning me. I felt a burst of fear, wondering how it would taste, how it would feel, and what was I supposed to do with it, with his come? Did I spit it out? Swallow it?

I didn't have time to think then. He jerked his hips and I took him deep, sucked until my cheeks hollowed, and when I did he grunted loudly, something like
sì
, but I wasn't sure, and it didn't matter because I felt something thick, hot, and salty hit my tongue, and then another spasm and another shot of his come splashed against my throat and ran down. I swallowed, realizing I didn't have much choice, because he was still coming, another gush of tangy, thick heat in my mouth.

He gasped again, raggedly, and I slipped him out of my mouth, but continued to move my hands on him until he captured my wrists in his hands and pulled me up against his chest. I wiped my lips on my wrist, still tasting his come, still feeling his cock stretching my lips and jaw.

I wasn't sure what I thought of having given my first blow job. I tried to analyze my feelings. It wasn't bad, I didn't dislike it. He was gasping and trembling still, clutching me against him as if he never wanted to let go. I liked that part. I liked what it did to him. I didn't like gagging, but if I didn't take him so deep next time that wouldn't happen. The rest was...fun. His come didn't taste bad at all. I loved his cock, loved feeling it, holding it, tasting it.

"
Mio dio
, Delilah," Luca whispered into my hair. "That was...
sorprendente
...amazing."

I nuzzled his shoulder, pleased and embarrassed. "You liked it?" I ran my hands on his chest and belly. "I mean...I did okay, for my first time?"

Luca laughed, incredulous. "Okay?
Dio
, Delilah. I've never...never was it so good. You have never done that before? I am not so sure I believe you. What did you think?"

I shrugged, uncomfortable talking about it. "It was...fun, for the most part. I liked how much you liked it."

"But?"

"I'm not sure I like gagging on you, though."

Luca laughed, gently. "Well, that is...how do I say it with tact? You do not have to allow that to happen. Most women...I know, do not like that, either. It is a thing that they think men like, so some will do it, to please the man, or to impress, perhaps? But I think the men who like to see a woman feel gagged in that action, it is only because they find some...perverse pleasure in the...I cannot think of the word. To make feel less? To downgrade?"

"Degrade?"

"Yes, that is it, thank you. Those men like to degrade the woman, to feel themselves more powerful." Luca nudged my face so I was looking at him; his eyes were gentle and affectionate, frighteningly so. "Delilah, you must please listen closely. I do not like that. To degrade you, it is...not my wish. I want you to feel good for yourself. To have esteem about your mind and your body and your heart, all of you. I do not wish that kind of pretended, negative power over you."

He kissed me, put a finger over my lips to forestall anything I might say.

"To pleasure me like that...with your mouth, it feels good for me, yes? But not so good as being with you, in you. If you wish to do that, of your own choice, then I will like it. But do not think you must, or should, or need to, only to please me." He brushed his fingers through my hair, smiling at me. "You understand?"

I nodded.

"Now...let me see what I can do to make you feel as I do," Luca said, smiling at me.

He kissed my throat, and then my shoulder, and then between my breasts. I felt his palms skim my skin, slide past my face and to my nipples. I felt a quiver hit my belly, a rush of pure anticipation. He'd done this once before, so I knew what he was going to do and how it would feel, and good gravy, did I want it. I wanted his tongue on me, his fingers in me, right then. But, of course, he made me wait. I suppose that's a good thing, since it enhanced the anticipation. He traveled down my body with his lips at a leisurely pace, slipping lower and lower, lips touching the curves of my breasts, the padded bone of my ribs, the ivory drum of my belly. I trembled all over, tangled my fingers in his hair, my breath coming faster and faster as he moved closer to my wet, aching sex. He was so close, I wanted to push his face into me, but I didn't. I forced my hands to rest lightly in his inky hair and wait for him to find my folds at his own pace.

Time seemed to stop as he grew nearer to my pussy, kissing the round muscle of my thighs, outside first, then the inside. I ached, feeling a whelming pressure in the depths of my womanhood. One of his hands found my breast, cupped and palmed and held it, then rolled a taut nipple between gentle, calloused fingers. I gasped, and then moaned as he lapped at my labia, slow upward strokes at first, testing my folds, tasting them.

"Yes, Luca, more..." I said, the words escaping from me.

He complied, drove his tongue into me, split my nether lips apart to taste my juices. His unoccupied hand trailed across my belly, past his chin, and two fingers slipped into my pussy, curled up to stroke the sensitive patch of rough skin. I whimpered and arched my back. He rolled his tongue around my clit, pinching my nipple and circling my G-spot all in the same motion, same rhythm. Faster now, bringing my hips to a bucking frenzy and my breathing to ragged gasps...and then he slowed, almost to a stop.

I did pull his face against me then, and he resumed a quick lapping, but matched it with a slow circling of his fingers inside me while flicking my nipple gently. I couldn't think of much, but I did have a moment of respect for his ability to multi-task.

Now the whelming pressure in my loins spread, turned molten and then fiery. The trembling in my legs became shaking, the quivering in my belly became a desperate rolling of my hips into his mouth.

All at once, everything exploded. I saw stars flash across my eyes and every muscle in my body turned liquid, jellified by electric orgasm. Luca's breath sucked in against my folds, a blast of cold air, and then he breathed out, a gout of hot air, and then the electricity became unbearable, overwhelming. My trembling and shaking became spastic and my moans shrieks of pleasure as he licked and licked, stroked and stroked.

And then I passed the point of frenzy and fell into helplessness, my legs going limp, my hands heavy on his shoulders, and I felt a lazy thought float through me
: I wonder if his jaw and tongue get tired?

I drew him up to me, clutching his head by the jaw and ears, clumsy and floppy, seeing flashes in front of my eyes, aftershocks shuddering my entire lower half. I clung to him, barely able to breathe.

Just when I was beginning to catch my breath and cease trembling, I felt something nudge my hip. I knew what it was, rolled to my side and smiled at Luca as I wrapped my fingers around his thick, rigid, ready cock. It wasn't so limp, suddenly.

Luca leaned over me, touched his lips to mine, a hesitant, questing brush. I lifted up to deepen the kiss, pulled him over on top of me. My hands rested on his back as we kissed, in no hurry for this moment, simply reveling in the exploration of mouths. I felt his fingers hunt for my opening, and then his soft yet firm tip pierced me, slid deep into my pussy and fluttered with our hips flush.

He didn't pull out and thrust yet but stayed deep, light, delicate flits, just enough to send thrills up my spine. I pulled my knees up to allow him deeper, rocked my buttocks to get a good thrust out of him, growing impatient now. I wanted the motion, wanted the glide in and slip out, the build of pressure and spread of fire.

Luca wrapped his arms underneath my knees and lifted my legs up and straightened his torso. Kneeling over me now, he shifted forward, rested my heels on his shoulders, and then thrust.

I went cross-eyed with ecstasy. He was deeper than I thought possible this way, and then he withdrew so only the broad tip of his cock was inside. He pulsed there, at my entrance, clutching my ass to hold me aloft.

He drove hard, slashing into my wet pink folds. I arched my back, grasped at the sheet, and breathed a whimper. Out again, a brief ache of absence, and then he was gliding in and back out, and again, smooth, slow strokes. No rhythm yet, just Luca's throbbing manhood plunging in to stutter against my farthest inner wall, stuttering, slipping, sliding, Luca's gorgeous features limned with sweat and moonlight, his marvelously muscled body moving, contorting, shifting.