Dramatic, Mushy, Complicated Love

mouth water.
I wasn’t thinking about having sex with him, as much as I was craving his hands and mouth on me. Jumping into sex too fast has always been my problem. The guys got what they wanted and found the boring day to day aspects of a relationship not worth their time. Showing Luca, I was more than a woman with a decent body and a healthy sex drive by not having sex with him didn’t mean we had to suffer completely. A little foreplay without going to the next step was not out of the realm of possibility. It didn’t make me a bad person; at least, that was my opinion.
Another knock sounded, hurrying me up. Racing out of the bathroom, I dashed down the hall, my feet bare of shoes and the cute sundress swishing enticingly around the tops of my thighs. March was usually chillier, the start of autumn, but this year the summer weather was hanging on, giving me the opportunity to keep wearing fewer clothes and lighter materials.
Coming to a skidding halt on the hall runner, I composed myself by taking a few deep breaths. I didn’t want Luca to see me panting and thinking the wrong thing, although he would be right. I wanted him, but I was adamant about sticking to my word and not jump right into bed with him. That night at the pub gave me a reprieve from making a possibly hasty decision. Going back to his place sounded great, but I was glad in a way it didn’t pan out that way.
Clicking off the deadbolt, I pulled open the heavy glass and oak door, and my panting that I thought I had under control started up again. Standing on the front porch with a bunch of the prettiest carnations in one hand was my Spunk Rat. Dressed in a pair of worn, ripped jeans and a tee that looked like he’d painted it on, Luca’s sexy smirk dropped, and his eyes turned hooded and dark as he swept them down starting with my face, then to my chest where he lingered long enough to make my nipples pucker painfully against the lace of my bra. By the time he reached my bare feet, smiling at my toe rings and the tattoo on my foot, I was no longer panting, more like hyperventilating.
Blue eyes so blue they could rival the ocean looked back at me, and it was at that moment I knew I was screwed.
“Fuck me,” Luca growled. The noise ripped from his throat like he had just eaten a barrel load of gravel, and suddenly I was imagining that growl while his mouth was pressed open over my pussy.
It was the only defence I had for my reply.
“Yes, please.”

The word Clear and the sound of an electric shock rippling through my chest came to mind as I stood there staring at Meadow. Not seeing her for the last three days had made focusing at the office difficult. Our phone calls late at night and talking until the early hours of the next morning were the only enjoyment of my day. I might be worried that I used to have no problem going home to an empty house, now I loathed it, and it was all Meadow’s fault.
She was stunning, standing barefoot, gawking and … panting at me. Her dress a soft shade of yellow, with tiny red cherries dotted all over it. There was nothing particularly sexy about it, not compared to the saucy number she wore on the night I first met her. No, it was the woman wearing it that made it tempting.
“Shit! I didn’t mean that,” Meadow sputtered, her cheeks covered all of a sudden in the cutest blush. No way was I going to let her take back what she blurted out, no fucking way. Whether we have sex today or not, I liked that I affected Meadow so much, but I didn’t like that she was embarrassed by it.
“No takebacks, baby,” I insisted, stepping over the threshold, crowding her.
“Luca, I meant what I said about no sex until we get to know each other more. The fact that I want to jump your bones more than I want to take my next breath doesn’t mean a thing.”
“Jump my bones, hey?” Smirking down at her, I cupped her face in my hands and held her still. “I am fully on board with waiting, baby, but mucking around on the couch instead of eating lunch is allowed, isn’t it?” My dick twitched in my pants in agreement; right now, all I wanted was my hands on her body over or under her clothes; my dick and I weren’t fussy.
“An afternoon delight without the delight?” Meadow quipped, placing her hands on my pecs. Even through the thin material of my tee, I could feel the heat coming off her palms warming me.
“Oh, there will be delight felt, trust me on that, baby.” Ducking my shoulder down, I pushed it into Meadow’s belly and lifted her up in a fireman’s hold, her giggles echoing in the large lounge room. Spying a large, overstuffed sectional sofa, I marched towards it, eager to get Meadow under me. I showed great restraint keeping my fingers firmly wrapped around the top of her thigh instead of creeping them higher as I wanted. Meadow’s pussy and I were going to get well acquainted very soon, first though, I had a hankering to feel her body pressed close under me and another long and wet taste of those beautiful lips.
Reaching the end of the sectional, I gently placed Meadow down, then ripping my shirt off and tossing it to the floor, I followed, blanketing her with my body. I didn’t miss the way her eyes dilated when I removed my tee, and I wanted her eyes on me more, but my need to taste her overrode everything else.
“No sex,” I promised huskily, “but I need you, Meadow, anything you