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it? What if you don't like...it...with me? It's like I am a virgin, in a way. In terms of experience, I mean. I've never done anything. I just let Harry do what he wanted, and that was it."
    Luca's eyes were burning, with anger, but not at me, I didn't think. "Oh, Delilah. You poor girl. You have been so ill treated. That is not love, that is not even really sex. This Harry was only a selfish pig of a man who did not deserve you. You need to be taught what true pleasure is, I think." He tipped my chin up and kissed me, ever so gently. "If you are sure you want this, with me, tonight, I will be as slow an educator in the arts of love as you could wish. If not, there is always another night, and do not think I will be upset, please."
    Yes, Luca really said that. He wanted to educate me in the arts of love ? Oh Venus, still my beating heart.
    "Answer me, mia bella Delilah." His command was gentle but insistent, his finger on my chin keeping me from looking away. "I want to hear your answer."
    I forced my eyes to his. "Teach me, Luca."
    A slow, seductive smile spread across his lips, and the pad of his forefinger dragged down from my chin to my throat, to my chest and between the valley of my cleavage.
    He tugged my bra between the cups. "Take this off. I want to see you, mia bella." I reached with a hesitant hand behind me, still sitting beside him, but he stopped me. "Stand up, if you please. Make of it a dance, perhaps. You are so beautiful, Delilah. So sexy. Show me you know this."
    I shook my head. I could barely whisper, but he heard it. "I'm not."
    He looked almost sad. "Know it, in your heart. You are exquisite. Stand up." I stood up slowly, arms around myself, trying to cover my breasts and stomach. "Yes, very good. Now, put down your arms, just let me look. Feel your body. With your hands, feel yourself."
    My breath shuddered, but I managed to force my arms down, and touched my hips above the fabric of my skirt. I ran my hands up my sides, touched the heavy cups of my bra and across the exposed cleavage, then down my arms. Luca seemed to enjoy this; the lust in his eyes gave me courage. I reached behind me for the zipper of my skirt, tugged it down, hooked my thumbs in the waistband, then hesitated.
    "Yes, take it off. Show me more." Luca leaned back on his hands.
    I could see the evidence of his arousal bulging against the zipper of his jeans. My blood boiled, both at my wanton behavior and at the thought of his manhood, hard for me.
    I slipped the skirt over my hips, wiggled my backside and let my skirt pool on the floor, and then I was in only my bra and panties, and Luca clutched the bedspread in his fists, as if forcing himself to remain in place.
    "Mio dios. Così bella. Si guarda in modo morbido. Voglio toccarti."
    "What? What did you just say?"
    He laughed, a low rumble. His eyes never stopped roving my body. "I said, so beautiful. You look so soft, I want to touch you."
    A burst of courage spurted through me: "So touch me."
    He shook his head. "Not yet, but soon. First, show me more, mia bella. More."
    My hands shook, and I looked away. I couldn't. Bare my body to a man?
    "Please." It was a single soft word, said with a smile and a look of pure desire.
    It was enough.
    I reached behind me and unhooked the bra, a single eyelet at a time. I couldn't go any faster if I had wanted to. My hands were shaking like leaves in a long wind, and my heart was beating fit to burst from my chest. I was nearly hyperventilating. But, I did it. I got the bra unhooked, and, with an effort of will, crossed my hands to opposite shoulders and brushed the straps off, let the bra fall to the ground.
    My arms crossed in front automatically, and my spine hunched.
    "Stand straight. Yes, like that. Very good. Now, lower your arms. Let me see your beautiful breasts."
    I made my arms drop to my sides and stood straight. His breath was coming in deep pulls, his eyes half-lidded, his fists crumpling the bedspread.
    "Now the rest."
    This was