I was on the verge of tears.

“Get out,” I choked. I balled up my hands into fists and started to hit his chest. Luca finally grabbed my wrists and held them.

“Let go of me,” I snarled, trying to pull away from him.

“Stop this, Amelia. You are being ridiculous.”

“Fine. Just let go of me.”

Luca let go of my wrists and I hit him again before turning my back to him.

“Why are you still here?” I asked.

“Amelia, I am sorry. I know I shouldn’t have going out with Carrie. But I’m not going to start ignoring you.”

I kept my back turned, glowering at the wall.

“Amelia, did you hear what I just say?”

I obstinately stared at the wall. But it felt good to hear Luca finally apologize. My heart started to beat faster as I heard him stepping closer to me, and then I felt his hands on my waist.

“Amelia,” he said, kissing me softly behind my ear. I felt my chest rise involuntarily as I sucked in a ragged breath. I still felt emotionally raw, with hot, angry blood still coursing through my veins.

“Please,” Luca begged, “let me kiss you. You are so beautiful, Amelia.”

His strong arms closed around me. Between my anger and the pounding my legs had received skiing, I felt totally drained. I let myself collapse into Luca’s strong body, finally surrendering. He cupped my breasts, and his lips grazed the soft skin of my neck again. The feeling of his breath against my neck sent a river of electricity running down my skin. I had never felt this way before: totally consumed.

A boy had never touched my breasts before, and feeling Luca’s strong hands press against them, his fingers kneading my hungry flesh, made me practically faint with lust.

“Amelia,” Luca breathed. His fingers left my breasts and ran down my sides, riding the curves of my body until they arrived at my rear. His hands cupped me again, and when he took my ample flesh in both of his hands, I could feel his lust in the way he touched and squeezed me.

“Damn,” he breathed. His hands ran up my body again, exploring me. He kissed my neck, and I moaned. His body pressed into mine again, forcing a little gasp from my lips. I could feel his cock pressing against the cleft of my ass. I could feel his heat pulsing against my body, and I felt my sex twinge. I whined involuntarily as he ground his hot cock into my body, his hands still on my breasts. I’d never been touched this way before, and it was making every nerve in my body run wild with electricity.

Luca put his hands on my hips and ground his cock into me harder, making me squirm. I realized I was panting like an animal. His breath, hot and ragged, was cascading against my neck and back. I didn't think I would ever feel like this--I wanted him to fuck me, right now. The way his hot cock was pressing against the back of my jeans was just too much.

With one smooth move Luca undid the clasp of my bra. I moaned again, louder and sharper, as his hands found the bare skin of my breasts. Each flick of his rough fingertips against my nipples made me ache, until they were hard, little pebbles. Luca consumed my breasts with his hands, kneading my aching flesh, practically making me drip with pleasure.

“Yes,” I heard Luca groan. The pleasure he was getting from my body was clearly more than he could handle. I could sense it in every aching twitch of his fingertips, the way he pressed his body into mine like he wanted to lose himself in my flesh, like he wanted to... "Fuck me,” I whimpered. I surprised myself when I said it, but I wanted him to, so badly.

“Okay,” he whispered. He turned me around, and we finally kissed each other fully on the lips. The moment the tips of our tongues flicked together I remembered how good it felt when he kissed me at the bakery. It sent a sheet of tingles washing over my body. I kissed him back, hard, every cell in my body yearning for his touch.

Luca’s strong hands cupped my ass as he easily lifted me into the air. I wrapped my legs around his body and he took me over to the bed. He held me as we made out, too absorbed in the sensations to do anything else. I finally pulled away. Our foreheads and noses were pressed together, and we stood there for a moment, just breathing.

Then Luca set me down on the bed. He laid on top of me, and I could feel his stiff cock, straining against his jeans and pressing into the sensitive flesh between my legs.

We kept kissing as his hands opened my jeans. I panted and helped him wriggle them down a couple of inches. Then I stopped him. Anxiety suddenly rose inside of me. I barely knew Luca, and there was no way I was ready to have sex with him.

Luca’s desperate fingers plunged down the front of my white cotton panties, finding the hot wetness against my legs. I writhed as his fingers took me, rubbing my pulsing flesh through the wet cotton. He found my throbbing clit, and his touch suddenly made my hips and back arch upwards. His fingers danced over my swollen pearl, pushing it every which way. It felt just as good as when I touched myself, and I gave in to the pleasure. I liked having Luca’s big hand buried in my little panties, torturing me with these ecstatic sensations.

Luca whispered something in Italian and his fingers pushed aside the crotch of my panties. His fingers raked across my bare flesh, sending a wave of exquisite agony over me. I let him violate my flesh, where no one but me had ever touched before, and then, without warning, two fingers plunged deep inside me, raking against the sensitive spot where I liked to please myself with one little finger. I moaned as my body bucked, consumed with hot pleasure.

Luca’s fingers started to plunder me, pushing over and over against that same spot, which all this time I thought was my secret.

I started to moan. I knew that the floor was thin, and that Robert and Victoria were downstairs, but I couldn’t help it. I could feel Luca standing over me, his eyes drinking up the vision of my body writhing in my bed as he violated me.

A hot explosion consumed my body, and I bucked wildly, my hands squeezing his strong forearm. My mouth opened in a silent scream as my body clenched hard. Then my orgasm subsided and I collapsed into the bed. Luca’s wet fingers found my mouth, and I sucked my own lust off of them. Then he kissed me. But it wasn’t tender like before. This time, I could feel his raging desire in every little movement of his lips. He kissed me hard and then pushed me away, back down into the bed.

His hands reached for his belt buckle as I stared, transfixed. His jeans dropped to his ankles and his boxers soon followed. My fingers trembled as I reached out and touched his raging cock.

What was I supposed to do? I definitely wasn’t ready for him to fuck me, at least not yet. He guided my hand as I closed it around his throbbing shaft, helping me stroke it.

“Look up at me when you do it,” he commanded. I kept stroking him using both of my hands, looking up at his pleasure-wracked face as I did it. My eyes ran over his tightly muscled body, then back to his face. He buried one of his hands in my hair and pressed my head forward. My lips were inches from the head of his cock. His head brushed against my lips, smearing them with lust.

Should I? Should I suck the tip? It was red and swollen, dripping precum. What would it be like? I didn’t have a clue how to give a blowjob, and the idea made me nervous.

“Let me use your breasts,” Luca groaned. His whole body seemed to be pulsing with lust, his thick muscles clenching and unclenching. I took off my shirt. Luca took my breasts and squeezed them around his cock.

“Oh yeah,” he breathed. They were barely big enough, but one look at his face was enough to tell me that fucking my tits was stoking his lust in a way I couldn’t imagine.

“I like fucking your little tits,” Luca said, his voice strangled with pleasure. I grabbed my breasts with both hands and let Luca thrust between them. This was so nasty, I thought. And so hot. I sucked his fingers as he violated my chest. Luca groaned with agony, then guided one of my hands to his cock again. I stroked him until his body spasmed, and I watched as his hot cum spurted over my chest.