A secret and hot meeting
A secret and hot meeting
A secret and hot meeting : The tram rattled along the city tracks, a metallic undercurrent that blended with the evening buzz. Elena drummed her fingers nervously on the edge of her black leather bag, her heart pounding in her chest. She wore a beige trench coat that came just above her knee, cinched at the waist with a belt that accentuated her curves. Underneath, a secret that made her blush just thinking about it: a black lace set, bold and transparent, that she had carefully chosen for that night, for a secret and hot encounter.
She had received the message that afternoon. Few words, but enough to make her hands tremble as she read it: “Tonight, 10:00 p.m. The apartment on Via dei Fiori. Don’t let anyone see you.” No name, no signature, but she knew who it was. Luca. His dark, magnetic gaze had remained imprinted on her since the first time they had met, months earlier, at a business dinner. A silent spark had struck between them, an attraction that had been nourished by stolen glances and ambiguous conversations, up until that moment.
She got off the tram two blocks away, as he had asked. The cool March air caressed her bare legs under her trench coat, making her shiver. She walked quickly, her heels clicking on the damp pavement, the hood of her trench coat pulled up to hide her face. When she reached the door of Via dei Fiori, an elegant but discreet building, she punched in the code he had sent her. The lock clicked with a buzz, and she entered.
The elevator was old, with opaque mirrors that reflected her trench-clad form. She looked at herself for a moment, tucking a lock of brown hair that had escaped from her high ponytail. Her cheeks were already flushed, and her green eyes shone with a mix of excitement and fear. It was madness, she knew. Luca was a man she shouldn't have wanted: married, powerful, dangerously handsome. But the thought of him had consumed her days and nights, and now here she was, unable to resist.
When she reached the seventh floor, the apartment door was ajar. A sliver of warm light filtered in from inside, along with the scent of burning wood and deep red wine. Elena pushed open the door carefully, her heart pounding in her ears.
“You’re right on time,” a deep, velvety voice said from the shadows of the living room. Luca was there, standing by the blazing fireplace, a glass of wine in his hand. He was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the top buttons undone, revealing his sculpted chest. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, and his eyes stared at her with an intensity that almost made her knees buckle.
“I couldn’t risk making you wait,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady as she closed the door behind her. But her voice trembled, and Luca noticed. A slow, predatory smile curved her lips.
“Come here,” he said, setting his glass down on a marble table. It wasn’t a request, it was an order, and something in his tone made her obey without hesitation. Elena approached, her heels clicking on the polished parquet, and when she was a step away from him, Luca brushed his fingers across her face, a light touch that made her close her eyes.
“Do you have any idea how much I’ve been thinking about you?” he murmured, his voice a raspy whisper that caressed her skin. His hands trailed down her neck, then to her trench coat, undoing her belt with deliberate slowness. “Every time I saw you, in those chaste little dresses of yours and the way you looked at me… you drove me crazy.”
The trench coat rustled to the floor, revealing the black lace suit that clung to her body like a second skin. Luca inhaled sharply, his eyes darkening as he watched her. “Christ, Elena,” he said, his voice cracking with desire. “You’re a damn masterpiece.”
Before she could respond, he grabbed her hips and pulled her to him, pressing her body against his. Their lips collided in a hungry, desperate kiss, as if they had both held on to the moment for too long. Luca’s tongue explored her mouth with a passion that made her moan, his hands sliding down her back, under the lace, until he was squeezing her ass tightly.
Elena gave herself completely, her fingers sinking into his hair as she let the heat of his body wash over her. She could feel his erection pressing against her through his pants, hard and throbbing, and a wave of desire ran through her belly. “Luca…” she whispered against his lips, but he silenced her with another kiss, deeper, more possessive.
He pushed her against the wall beside the fireplace, the heat of the flames warming her skin as he lifted one of her legs, wrapping it around his waist. His hands were everywhere: on her breasts, pinching through the lace until she gasped; along her thighs, caressing them with a pressure that made her shiver; and then further down, where the fabric of her thong was already wet with desire.
“I want you now,” he growled, his voice hoarse with lust. His fingers pulled the lace aside in one swift motion, touching her where she wanted him most. Elena threw her head back, a moan escaping her lips as he touched her, first slowly, then with a rhythm that made her writhe against the wall.
“Luca… please…” she begged, her hands trying to undo his belt. He grabbed her wrists with one hand, pinning them above her head, while with the other he continued to torment her, his fingers sliding inside her with devastating precision. Elena bit her lip, the pleasure rising like an uncontrollable wave.
“Not yet,” he said, leaning down to nibble on her neck, his teeth leaving little marks on her skin. “I want to hear you scream my name first.”
And she did. When his fingers found that perfect spot inside her, combined with his thumb caressing her clit, Elena let go, screaming his name as her orgasm washed over her, making her tremble against him. Luca held her still, his hot breath against her ear as she recovered, her legs going limp and her heart racing.
But it wasn’t over. He knelt before her, his hands spreading her thighs with a determination that made her blush. “You look beautiful like this,” he murmured, before placing his mouth on hers. His tongue was relentless, hot and insistent, and Elena clutched the wall to keep from collapsing, moans escaping her uncontrollably.
When he felt himself coming again, he stood up, undoing his pants in one swift motion. He lifted her in his arms as if she weighed nothing, carrying her to the dark leather couch in the center of the room. He laid her down, his body towering over her as he shrugged off his shirt, revealing a sculpted torso covered in a light layer of dark hair.
“Look at me,” he commanded, and she obeyed, their eyes locked as he entered her in one slow motion. They both moaned in unison, pleasure washing over them like a storm. Luca began to move, slowly at first, then faster and faster, their bodies fitting together perfectly, the sound of their passion filling the room.
Elena clawed at his back, her nails leaving red marks as she pulled him deeper, their breaths mixing in a chaos of gasps and moans. “Harder,” she begged, and he obliged, pushing her to the edge until a second orgasm hit her, more intense than the first, making her scream his name again.
Luca followed shortly after, his body tensing as he sank into her, a guttural growl escaping his throat. They stayed like that for a long moment, wrapped around each other, the fire crackling softly in the background as their breathing slowly returned to normal.
“This must remain a secret,” he murmured at last, stroking her hair with a tenderness that contrasted with his earlier passion.
Elena smiled, still dizzy with pleasure. “It will be,” she promised, already knowing she would be counting the minutes until their next meeting.
