The touch of Luca’s lips on mine was like a drink at an oasis after a long walk through a desert. Until that touch, until his tongue slipped into my mouth, I don’t think I was fully aware of how much I had desired him all that time, even when it had seemed that he had hated me. It was a feeling of relief, as much as anything else, that finally this was happening. I kissed him back ardently, but made sure not to press too hard or move too fast. I knew what I wanted, and I thought he wanted the same, but after the story he had just told me, I would not have been comfortable moving as demandingly as I might have with another man.

But my worries appeared to be groundless, for while I touched him only lightly on his chest and leg, his arms enfolded me and picked me up from the straw bale on which I had been sitting. We continued to kiss as Luca carried me across the room, where he set me down beside the pile of loose hay against one wall. He removed the sword he wore across his back and dropped it to one side. Then, he swung off his cloak and laid it down on the hay, creating a makeshift bed for us. I lay down and held out a hand for him to join me.

For a moment, Luca looked down at me, the heat in his eyes tempered by wonder – perhaps at me, perhaps at the fact that he was here, doing this, with another woman. I wondered if he might pull away, if perhaps this was still all too much, too soon. But in the next heartbeat, he joined me, crushing his lips against mine as I accepted his pleasant weight on top of me, running my hands through his blond hair. His own hands now explored my body, caressing me through my clothes till one slid beneath my blouse to skid across my belly and up to the soft roundness of my breasts. I moaned into Luca’s mouth as he stroked my nipples to full arousal, till my whole body felt flushed. One of his strong thighs had made its way between my legs and I worked my core frustratingly against him, relishing the friction that gave me some of the satisfaction I craved.

But by now, I needed more, and did not feel that I could wait much longer. I began to tug at Luca’s clothes with urgent hands, desperate to see more of the man on top of me. But Luca pulled back. Again, I wondered if I had gone too fast, but instead, he drew me up with him into a sitting position so he could pull my blouse up over my head. His eyes widened as he took in the breasts he had already been caressing. Now, his mouth joined his hands and I gasped in pleasure as his lips and tongue embarked on a tour of my breasts, leaving no spot unkissed, his tongue feathering with agile strokes across my skin, lapping at my tight nipples till I could have screamed.

By now, my hands had left his body and I was pulling my skirt down my legs. Perhaps I was moving quickly but I knew the direction in which I wanted matters to move, and this seemed the quickest way there. Luca seemed to have similar ideas, as his soft yet hungry kisses made their way down my body, traversing my belly, one peck at a time. But then, finally, I felt his hands steadying my hips and, moments later, his tongue speared into me. I cried out, my head shooting backwards into the softness of the straw, even as I pressed my hips forward.

Luca was not to be rushed. He explored my pussy as diligently as he had my breasts, his tongue finding every corner, ironing out every fold, his face buried against me as I dug my heels into the giving straw, trying to work my loins into him. By the time he pulled back, I was hanging on the ragged edge of sanity, my mind a fractured mess of sharp pleasure, and he knew exactly what to do next.

As he popped my clit from its protective hood, my mind seemed to shatter into a thousand crystal fragments, spinning off into infinity. I clutched at his head, gasping and whining. But Luca had picked his pace and was sticking to it. Slow and delicate as ever, he drew the rough edge of his tongue down my sensitive button, making me writhe like a snake before the last orgasm was even done kicking my ass.

His fingers sought out my heated center and proved just as adept as his tongue, gently working and stretching me as his tongue turned my clit into its private plaything. I flung my legs over his broad back, my heels drumming against his muscles as he drove me wild with pleasure. Another orgasm crashed over me as tongue, lips, teeth and fingers took complete control of my downstairs. He was like a puppeteer, able to make my body do anything he wanted with just a wiggle of his finger, and luckily for me, what he wanted was to make me drown in my own ecstasy.

But, however good this was and however much I might have kept enjoying it all night long, this wasn’t just about me. I suddenly felt that I had been placed here to help Luca move on from the greatest trauma of his life.

As my wonderful man prepared to bury his face in my heated core once again, I held him back with a foot on his shoulder. My other foot stole down between his legs to rub firmly at the hard cock trapped there.

Our eyes met and I saw Luca’s hesitation.

“It’s okay,” I whispered as I sat up to face him and kiss him, tasting my own juices on his lips. Luca answered my kiss and then sat back on his haunches. As I watched, he tugged his tunic up over his head, revealing the smooth, clean contours of his torso. Like the other guys, his body was marred here and there with scars, but these only added to the character of his impressive physique – it was a body he had earned through graft, and one he needed just to stay alive. I took in the broad expanse of his pecs, my eyes travelling slowly down to the lean outline of his abs. A knotted drawstring at his waist held up the loose leggings he wore under the tunic, and even in the low light of the stable, I could not miss the significant bulge in it. Luca stood up, and my eyes flicked up at his as he undid the string and took off his pants.

I couldn’t quite hold back a gasp as Luca revealed the long, smooth shaft of his cock, which seemed to gleam in the light. The uncertainty had vanished from Luca’s eyes and was replaced with something else. Like he could not quite believe his luck, and it warmed me from the inside out.

Again, I held out a hand to invite Luca back down to our bed in the hay. Now, as naked as I was, he knelt back down beside me and, with trembling fingers, I allowed myself to take his shaft in my hand. It twitched as I touched it, letting my fingers dance up and down the column. It was even smoother than it had looked, almost like silk, and as I grew more confident and wrapped my fist about it, it grew longer still, standing tall and proud up from Luca’s hips. As I fondled him, Luca sought out my lips and we kissed again, tenderly and gently. His finger slipped back inside me and we continued to indulge each other’s bodies in perfect comfort as our mouths remained locked.

I am not sure how long we remained like that, our bodies moving in perfect synchronicity, but somehow I found myself astride Luca’s thighs, still stroking his magnificent shaft in my disbelieving hands. Luca’s hands now slid up the backs of my thighs, the skin tingling where he touched, coming to rest where my hips met my ass, and guiding me to him. The time had come and I was more than ready for it. I felt the slick, smooth head press against my wetness, and then he was in me – just a few inches to start with, but enough to make me purr with pleasure. I placed my hands on Luca’s shoulders to steady myself, then twitched my hips in small, tight circles, letting the bulbous head inside me tug pleasantly at the muscles of my pussy. The effect was apparently good for Luca, too, as he sighed and squeezed nicely at the globe of my ass cheeks.

Slowly, inch by delicious inch, I slid down Luca’s upstanding cock. It was not that he was too big or I was too tight, but I wanted to savor the experience. And it was not just me who felt that way. As I passed the halfway point, with a lovely long way still to go, our eyes locked and I saw the raw desire in Luca’s blue-eyed gaze. We held that gaze as I continued down, until our hips finally met, Luca hauling on my ass to ensure he was in me to the hilt.

Then we lost eye contact as I lost control a little, my breath fluttering in short gasps, my eyes screwed up tight, my belly palpitating as hot, quick waves undulated through my core.

Luca held me tight against him until I had stopped shaking. “Did you come already?”

“I don’t know,” I confessed. “Just felt so fucking good.”

He smiled and kissed me. “I’m glad.”

I folded my legs about his hips as he remained upright in a sitting position, tightening my hold on his body, not wanting to lose one ounce of sensation. As if at some unseen signal, we began to move, working our bodies, one against the other. Luca’s cock was buried deep inside of me, but I could feel its shaft, rubbing against my clit with each grind of our tightly locked bodies. My legs were wrapped around him, muscles straining with each move, and the feel of his hips against my thighs was almost as good as the feel of him inside me. My breasts were crushed against him, rubbing against the muscular expanse of his chest. My arms were locked about his shoulders while my mouth worked across his face, kissing and biting.

Every touch was electric, just the feel of his skin on mine was impossibly good. We were so unwilling to let each other go, to loosen our grip more than a little, that long thrusts were out of the question, and we simply ground our bodies against each other, driving ourselves towards orgasm through friction alone. I whined and keened as the hot sticky sensations stole through my body. I could feel Luca’s muscles tightening and releasing against me, but I also felt I could feel his need. This was something he had to do, and I was so glad that I had been the one who could get him to this point, after all he had been through.

“Oh… Oh… Oh…”

As the inevitable started to claim me, building like a fire in my belly, I unwrapped my legs to plant my heels in the hay and work myself back and forth deeper and more furiously against Luca. He growled in response, his fingers tightening on my ass cheeks to drag me up and down the strong length of his cock.

“Oh, Luca …” My eyes met his and I saw tears glisten in their corners. “Come with me,” I begged him.

Our bodies were now slamming together hard and fast, the friction between us eased with sweat, our need for each other trumped only by our need for release. We had reached the point of no return, the heat between us built to such a point that it had to crest or burn. Even with all the build-up, my climax still came as a shock to me, sharp and sudden, bursting from my loins and spreading through my body like wildfire. I threw back my head and howled at the roof, while the horses in their stalls looked on.

Luca was only moments behind me, and before my orgasm was over, he lurched up, dragging my hips smack into his, sheathing himself in my body and delivering his seed right up inside me, gasping in pleasure. I collapsed against him as my orgasm ran riot in my body, making me shake uncontrollably. Luca went over backwards to lie flat, pulling me with him, holding me as I was rocked by the spasms he had caused.

We lay like that, in silence, a long while, getting our breath back and waiting for our hearts to slow down again. I kissed Luca’s chest as it rose and fell before me – I couldn’t get enough of the taste of him.

When we had finally come back to earth, and that earth had stopped spinning, I spoke, cautiously. “Are you okay?”

“Better than I’ve been for a long time.” He kissed me, comforting my anxieties. “You’re incredible. And I don’t mean you’re good in bed – although, you are fucking amazing – I mean that…” He tried to find the words. “I feel fine. And I don’t think that would have happened with anyone but you. You’re perfect.”

I wanted to answer back. But even if I could have found the words to do so, I did not get the chance. Suddenly, Luca stiffened against me, sitting up straight as if he had heard something.

“What was that?”