Charlotte

Luca was anything but quiet when he got home. The force of him slamming the front door nearly shook the walls, and his heavy footsteps painted a clear path as he moved about the house. First into the kitchen where he opened and then hastily shut a few cabinets, tossed some kind of dish into the sink with a clanking sound and then down the hall and to the stairs where he stomped up them like he was squashing spiders. Each thud got louder and louder as he got to the top. He wasn't alone, and I could hear the muffled voices of both Marco and Angelo. I couldn't make out the words, but their hushed tones and the urgency in their voices made me think something went wrong.

Luca threw the bedroom door open and it startled me, but I kept my eyes closed pretending to be asleep. For a few seconds, he paused at the door and let out a heavy sigh, as if to compose himself. Moving slowly and quietly now, he came to the side of this bed and I could feel his eyes burning into me, traveling along the curves of my body like an old country road. When he didn't move, I peaked my eyes open just enough to see his silhouette above me. His breathing was shallow and I could just make out the way he bit his lip, so hard that it must have been drawing blood. Was he trying to hold back tears? 

He cleared his throat and turned suddenly, disappearing into the bathroom. As soon as the door was shut behind him, I heard the shower turn on. For a few seconds, I debated whether or not I should join him. Something had gone wrong, and he was bound to be in a bad mood, but maybe  I could help. Maybe I could take his mind off of it, ease his worries, and help him process through. He was used to dealing with things alone, but it didn't have to be that way. Not with me. 

I threw the covers off of my body and made my way into the bathroom. I opened the door just enough that I could see every bit of his naked body. A rush of heat hit me, and it wasn't just from the steam of the shower. 

Luca was an absolute dreamboat.Scalding water cascaded over his swollen muscles, the deep tan of his skin turning red with the heat. With his eyes closed, he tilted his head back and ran his fingers through his tousled hair, and letting the water pound against his brawny shoulders. My gaze lingered on his toned chest, each muscle defined and chilled in perfection. Following the trail of water droplets, my eyes fell lower, onto his washboard abs and tracing the lines until they formed a v just above his hips. A burning ache filled my body, consuming every bit of me as I drank in the perfection that was standing in front of me. My heartbeat hitched when I caught sight of just how well endowed he was, imagining that growing erection inside of me again, filling me up and leaving me breathless. It wasn't the first time I was seeing him naked, but there was something more intentional about it tonight. We weren't just two people lusting for each other anymore. We were entangled in each other's lives, falling for each other and connected on a deeper level than we had been before. 

"Are you going to stand there staring all night?" Luca glanced up at me and shooting me a smirk that made me want to crawl into a hole with embarrassment. "You can join me if you want.

He didn't need to ask twice. I had myself so hot and bothered that I would have begged if he didn't ask. 

The water was warmer than I expected, but after a few seconds, I got used to it. Luca leaned forward, resting his head against mine and putting his hand to the beck of my neck. "Why are you awake?"

Because you came home like a damn marching band, I wanted to say. 

"I couldn't sleep, you're home late." I said instead.

"It's 5 in the morning Charlotte, some might call that early."

Luca put his hand to my cheek and I set mine on top of his, feeling the roughness of the skin. Was it scraped? Was that blood? Was he injured somewhere else? I had a sinking feeling the point of the shower had been to hide it from me. 

"What happened to your hand?" 

"I punched something." He said flatly, not giving me much detail

"Something or somebody?" 

"Something." He chuckled. "A wall actually. It's fine, really. Angelo looked at it and it's just a little sprain."

"Did something go wrong at the meeting?" I asked, unsure whether or not I wanted to know the answer.

The leadenness of his sigh gave me an uneasy feeling. "There's always complications, Charlotte. I don't want to talk about that, though." His kiss was hungry and desperate, like he was craving the taste of my lips. Maybe he wanted me to fix this for him just as much as I did. "In fact, I don't want to talk at all."

I was torn. My body was set on the same thing he was, and the burning inside of me was almost unbearable. But my mind wanted to know more. To keep him talking. To understand. Without much of a fight my body won out, giving in to Luca to letting him have his way with me. There was not going to be anything gentle or romantic about sex tonight. It was quick and rough and passionate, and honestly, I didn't mind. Luca manhandled me with such mastery that it was like he had done it all his life, touching me in ways that drove me absolutely wild. The feel of his fingertips dragging down my sides sent electricity pulling through my veins and I tilted my head back in elation. Luca brushed his stubble against the sensitive skin on my neck, nipping and sucking as he worked his way down to my collarbone and then to my chest, marking me as his.

His arms snaked around my body, holding onto me as if his life depended on it. He lifted me with ease, and pressed me back into the glass wall of the shower, kissing me with an insatiable fever. "Tell me if it's too much." 

Luca put two fingers inside of me as he pressed his thumb against my clit. I squirmed against him, but with his free hand, he pinned my arms above my head, leaving me completely at his mercy. He pumped his fingers in and out of me at a punishing pace until I felt like I was going to burst at the seams. 

"Mmmm." I pressed my lips together, quieting a moan. 

"I want to hear you, baby." He egged me on, pressing me even harder and faster. 

"Luca!" I cried out, fighting against his grip. It was no use though, I was no match for his strength. 

He paused, giving me a moment of reprieve and leaned in, whispering against me ear. "Too much?" 

I shook my head. Words seemed impossible right now. 

"Say it." 

"No. It's not too much." I stammered. "I want more." 

"Good. Because I'm just getting started with you." Luca was the only person I ever knew who could make something sound so threatening and so sexy all at once. 

He spun me around and put his hand to the small of my back, forcing me forward until my hands were against the large shower bench against the wall. Shower sex at Luca's wasn't like regular shower sex where you felt cramped and like you were drowning the entire time. Just his shower was the size of my entire kitchen back home. 

Propping myself against the bench, I pressed my hips back into him and brushing against his erection. I swayed them back and forth ever so slightly, knowing full well I was only instigating him.

Luca chuckled, and then slapped at my ass. "You better be careful, Charlotte, starting games we both know you won't win."

He knelt down, running his hands along my inner thighs and softly nipping at my sensitive skin. I clenched my jaw, trying to contain myself, but when I felt his tongue flick against my wetness, it was almost more than I could bear.  

He reached between my legs, forcing them farther apart as his fingers explored the wet folds of my skin. Taking my clit between his thumb and finger, he rubbed with just enough pressure that the sweetest pain pulsed through my body like lightening. He pinched and rubbed and then tapped his fingers against me, teasing me and bringing me right to the edge of climax only to back off and leave me hanging. He had me so worked up I could hardly see straight. 

"Oh god, Luca!" I shifted me weight away from him, trying to compose myself but Luca put me right back in place.

"Uh, uh." He held my hips firmly. "You started this, remember? You wanted to play games, baby."

"Then finish it." I whispered, desperate for more of his touch. I wanted his hands all over my body, his scent on me, his marks on my skin. I wanted no doubt that I was his and he was mine. 

"As you wish, tesoro." Luca grabbed onto my hips, and held me in place as he slid inside of me. 

"Ah!" I could feel my body stretching to accommodate him as he filled up every inch of me. Slowly, he rocked his hips against mine, giving me time to adjust to his length. Faster and faster he pumped until he found a strong rhythm, bucking against me. In and out and in and out, each thrust deeper than the one before. Luca moved with such purpose, leaving nothing overlooked. As he reeled against me, he reached forward and rubbed against my slick flesh, raving me up even more. 

"You are so incredible, Charlotte." He whispered. "So god damn beautiful." 

Our bodies felt so in sync as we moved together underneath the warm water, the glass fogging up around us. I was completely lost in how good I felt. 

Luca plunged into me for a little while longer, and then before I knew it, my body was clenching around him as we both climaxed. Luca grunted, holding me between the glass and his body as he writhed with pleasure. 

Luca smirked, stepping out of the shower and handing me a towel. "I think I could get used to coming home to that."