He cocked his head to one side and looked at her in silence, a small smile playing around his mouth.
‘Oh! Yes, of course.’ That was what she was here for, after all.
‘Unless you’d rather watch television or something.’
‘No.’ She shook her head.
‘Good,’ Luca said, standing and pulling her up with him. ‘Because I don’t have a television.’
In the bedroom Luca began kissing her. He took his time awakening all her senses, just kissing and touching her until every nerve ending in her body was tingling and she was weak with desire. Their kisses became more heated until she was so worked up that she was acting purely on instinct, clawing mindlessly at his clothes, frantic to feel his bare skin against hers, her hips rocking into his, desperate for more. She tugged at the hem of his T-shirt, and he lifted his arms so she could pull it off over his head, and then she ran her hands over his chest, loving the feel of his firm, warm flesh. Lost in a fog of lust, she was hardly aware of her clothes coming off until Luca pulled away from her to remove his jeans and she realised she was only wearing her knickers. Then he pulled off his boxers and stood before her naked, and Claire just stared, her eyes raking over his taut, muscular body, taking it all in. She knew she was gawping, but Luca didn’t seem to mind. Why would he, when he was so… beautiful?
‘Can I?’ she asked, reaching a hand tentatively towards his cock, hard and straining against his stomach.
‘I’m all yours.’ He spread his arms wide, and Claire couldn’t believe her luck that she had free rein with his amazing body to practice on.
She wrapped her hand lightly around his cock, and felt it twitch and grow beneath her fingers. Luca sucked in a breath, his teeth clamping down on his lower lip.
‘Sorry,’ she gasped, pulling her hand away.
‘Okay, teachable moment.’ He smiled, grabbing her hand and wrapping it around his shaft again, firmer this time, his hand warm over hers as he held it there. ‘Don’t apologise for getting a guy hard. That’s generally considered agoodthing.’
Claire felt strangely proud that she had done this tohim, and grateful that he hadn’t made her feel weird and clueless for not knowing how to touch him.
She was glad they were both naked this time when they lay down on the bed and Luca pulled her close. His bare skin felt so amazing against the length of her naked body, her nipples hardening where they rubbed against his chest, the hardness of his erection digging into her stomach.
They made love slowly, and there was none of the awkwardness or uncertainty of Claire’s previous experiences. Luca showed her what to do when she hesitated, sometimes taking her hand and guiding her, patiently teaching her how to touch him. He told her what felt good, and his whispered words of praise and groans of pleasure spurred her on, giving her confidence, making her feel powerful and in control. She understood exactly what they were striving for, both intent on their own pleasure and each other’s, and they worked together to make it happen – Luca changing angles as he moved inside her; Claire thrusting her hips upwards to increase friction, seeking her own pleasure; Luca reaching between them to stroke her clit so she came around his dick before he finally lost it, and collapsed on top of her with a helpless groan.
Claire woke the next morning and glanced at the clock – eight fifteen. It was only half an hour since she had last woken up. She had had a restless night. Luca was a messy sleeper, and he had sprawled over her side of the bed, constantly throwing a leg or an arm across her in his sleep. Now she was trapped beneath him, one heavy arm flung across her, pinning her to the bed, his legs entangled with hers. Her limbs were getting numb, and she was aching to move, but she didn’t want to wake him. She had tried gently rolling him off her in the night, but it was like tryingto lift a fridge. Sleeping with someone else wasn’t as easy as it sounded.
She was relieved when he opened his eyes, looking at her dazedly, but then he just sighed and nestled closer into her, his eyes drooping closed. He was asleep again in seconds. She lay there for what felt like hours waiting for him to wake up again, but finally she could bear it no longer. She really needed to pee, and she was getting restless, lying there under Luca. She slid out from underneath him and darted for the bathroom.
She wasn’t sure what to do with herself when she had finished. She didn’t think she’d sleep any more if she went back to bed and, anyway, she didn’t want to risk getting trapped under Luca again. She’d been hoping he’d make good on his promise of showering together this morning. She’d been thinking about that since she’d first woken up. But it didn’t look like he was going to be awake anytime soon, and in the meantime, she would have to get dressed. She hadn’t brought a dressing gown and it was too cold to hang around naked, waiting for him to get up. She toyed with the idea of throwing on one of his shirts, but she didn’t know how he’d feel about that. It might seem like something a girlfriend would do.
Her rumbling stomach settled the matter. She decided to shower and get dressed. Hopefully Luca would be awake by then and they could have breakfast together. Maybe they could do shower sex tomorrow. As she stood under the spray, Claire thought back to last night. Luca was a fantastic teacher. He was so patient and gentle, and she was so lucky to have found him. She had thought it was unbelievably big-headed of him at the time, but maybe it was a good thing he’d warned her off falling for him. It would be all too easy to think you were in love with someone who could make you feel that amazing. Of course, she hadMark to think of, so there should be no danger of that. She towelled herself dry, then threw on her clothes and went into the kitchen. She flicked the switch on the kettle and glanced at her watch. It was nearly ten. She’d have a cup of tea and wait for breakfast until Luca was up so they could have it together. Surely he couldn’t sleep much longer. She was just pouring boiling water over a teabag when she heard noise at the door and froze. She knew Luca had some pretty ropey neighbours, and she hoped it wasn’t someone trying to break in.
But then the door opened easily, and it was obvious that whoever it was had a key.
‘Luca!’ a light female voice called, and then a very petite girl with an elfin face and huge brown eyes was standing in the doorway pulling a little wheelie case after her. ‘Oh!’ She stopped in her tracks, clearly surprised to find Claire there.
Not as surprised as Claire was to see her.Shit!Fuck Luca! She had been adamant that she didn’t want to intrude on his personal life, determined to avoid a situation like this, but he had insisted there were no girlfriends she needed to be aware of. So why was she now confronted with this girl who had akey, who looked for all the world like shelivedhere, and who was clearly shocked to find Claire in Luca’s kitchen first thing in the morning, her hair still wet from the shower. She looked at the girl’s case, so like the one she had brought last night. Was this the day shift arriving? Had he cleared a drawer for her too? Whatever – Claire didn’t want to know. She just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.
‘Um… I was just going,’ she said, dropping the spoon with a clatter and racing past the girl into the living room.
‘Don’t go on my account,’ the girl said, following her. ‘Where’s Luca?’
‘He’s still asleep,’ Claire said, grabbing her bag. She pulled on her coat hurriedly while the girl stood watching her with a bemused smile. Then she raced for the door.
‘Bye!’ the girl called after her, laughter in her voice. ‘Lovely meeting you!’
Luca was disappointed when he woke up to find that Claire wasn’t in the bed. He’d enjoyed the best sleep he’d had in ages, and he felt refreshed and ready for more. He wouldn’t mind spending the rest of the morning in bed with Claire, tutoring her. He sat up and heard noises coming from the kitchen. Now that he was awake, he realised he was hungry… and Claire had brought all that food. Maybe they could have a big breakfast first and then he’d lure her back to bed for the rest of the day. Or maybe they could have a quickie and then breakfast…
He swung out of bed and headed for the kitchen, planning to surprise her. She’d probably be shocked at first, and a bit embarrassed about seeing him naked in broad daylight, but he’d win her round, he thought, grinning to himself. He loved overcoming her inhibitions. He padded through the living room and stood naked in the doorway of the kitchen, to find?—
‘Jesus! Ali!’ He crouched, covering his dick with his hands. ‘Fuck!’
‘Luca!’ His sister turned her back quickly, shielding her eyes with her hand. ‘Please put that away.’ She giggled.
‘What are you doing here?’ Luca called over his shoulder angrily, as he retreated to his bedroom. He quickly pulled on a T-shirt and a pair of jeans, then stomped back to the kitchen. There was no sign of Claire anywhere. ‘Was there a girl here when you arrived?’ he asked, scowling at her.
