The sky has turned dark and the stars appear more noticeable on the beach because of the lack of light coming from cars and shops. The sand between my toes is still warm and the breeze that sweeps through my hair feels refreshing.

We walk side by side, our hands touching now and then. I take him to an even more secluded area of the beach, where there's a small cave kind of hidden at the end of the shore. You can reach it if you keep walking straight. Not many people know of its existence and certainly not tourists. It's the perfect place to do what I'm hoping we're going to do.

I walk until my feet hit the water. The temperature is not too cold from the hot sun the entire day. Luca stands at the beginning of the cave, watching me. I amble up to him and look into his eyes. His gaze is not hungry and filled with lust, like those times we kissed, but with something softer, more gentle. My chest tightens as I smile at him.

His hand reaches out and he plucks a strand of hair behind my ear after twirling it between his fingers. He caresses my cheek while his other palm rests on my jaw. His eyes roam my face, like he's looking for something. But I'm not sure what.

My eyes focus on his dark ones. I could get hypnotized by them and I wouldn't mind. They're so dark but yet it feels like I can see through them.

I grab his shirt by his waist, wanting to pull him closer to me but I don't. I simply just hold him.

His thumb sweeps over my parted lips and I hold my breath, wanting him to make a move this time. He studies my face for a beat, then drops his arms and looks out at the cave.

"This is really cool." His voice is hoarse, so he clears his throat.

I pull myself out of the daze he put me in. "I know, right? You should be here during sunset."

He walks a little further inside the cave, but I stay rooted in my place.

There is something I can't figure out about him.

I recall the times we kissed, he always is the one to make the move, but I'm the one who actually takes the last step to connect our lips every time. I wonder why.

Walking back to the water, I splash it with my foot.

"Is it cold?" He is back at the start of the cave. I take a couple of steps towards him and smile while nodding. "So, will you answer my earlier question?''

I survey my surroundings, making sure no one is around. When the coast is clear, I take off my shirt, leaving my bikini top on.His eye seem to widen a little, thinking that I was just bluffing.

I stand in front of him and wrap my shirt around his eyes and tie it at the side. He tries to swat my hands away, but I don't let him.

"No peeking until I say so." I whisper in his ear, trying to get him a little riled up.

He huffs but then nods. I smirk even though he can't see me.

I take off my shorts and then my bikini bra. I slightly hesitate when I reach for my bottoms. But I shake my head and pull them down before I can begin overthinking this.

I walk backwards to make sure he doesn't peek. He calls my name, but I don't answer. His arm reaches outwards but doesn't reach me. He takes steps forward and I turn around and quickly cross the six feet of sand and into the water. A shiver runs down my spine when the water touches my stomach.

I see him take his blindfull off before I tell him to. My breasts are above water level, but from where he's standing and in the dark, it's not very noticeable.

He walks and undresses at the same time, making him almost fall. I stifle a laugh and get deeper in the water, until it reaches my shoulders. When he hooks his thumb into his boxer briefs, I sink my head under water.

When my head breaches the water surface again, he's standing a foot away from me, a sexy smile tilting his lips. His hands grab my waist and he pulls me flush to his chest. I wrap my arms around his neck, my grin matching his.

"I didn't think you would actually do it." He bites the corner of his plump lips, his eyes quickly trailing my neck.

I fake a pout. "You have little faith in me."

He pushes some hair away from my face, grinning when he looks back into my eyes. He seems so innocent, yet full of sin. Just like the angel and devil that sit on one's shoulder, but he's the two wrapped in one person. I want to get to know both sides.

His curls have become tighter and I take a curly strand near his brow and bounce it in my fingers. He chuckles and shakes his head like a little puppy, and the water droplets come flying. I close my eyes, giggling, and try to push away from him, but his hold tightens and he walks us deeper in the ocean.

Since he's taller than me, the water reaches his shoulders now while I have to jump up and down on my toes to keep from swallowing salty water. He seems to enjoy my struggle and continues even deeper. The water is up to my chin while it only reaches the hollow of his throat

His hands float down to the back of my thighs and he hoists me up so we're eye level and I don't have to struggle to keep breathing anymore. My hardened nipples come out of the water and make an appearance for a second, but he doesn't miss it. The devilish sparkle in his eyes confirms it.

He has gotten a bit of stubble since I last saw him, and I run my hands on his cheeks to see how it feels on the palm of my hand. My hand trails down to his broad shoulders, his chest. He's looking at me through hooded eyes. I bring my hands back around his neck and wiggle a little to sit more comfortably.

In the process, his hardening dick pokes my stomach. His adam's apple works as he swallows and his gaze dips down to my lips.

There's no sound around us except for the sound of waves crashing and our shallow breathing.

I lean forward, and when our lips are about to touch, I stop. He looks up into my eyes, and I catch the hungry filled look before he connects our lips in the most delicious way possible. He instantly pushes his tongue against my lips and I open my mouth so his tongue can caress my mouth. I can feel my core getting wetter, and it's not because I'm in the water.

I moan into his mouth when he squeezes my ass. His hands can't seem to stay in one area; they keep roaming my back, waist, butt and legs.

He grows harder against me so I tighten my legs around him. His groan reverberates against my lips when my tits rub against his chest.

Slowing down the movement of our lips, we pull away a little to catch our breath. It's a good thing we're in the water to keep our bodies cooled off, because what we're doing is hot as fuck.

Leaning further back, I peer at him though my lashes, one hand running down his front. When I reach his length, I gently close my fingers around him. His eyes flutter close and he makes a sound in the back of his throat. I take that as encouragement and start pumping him. Pressing my thumb on the tip of him, he thrusts forward into my hand and lets out a soft curse. He grabs the back of my head and connects his lips to mine.

I feel him moving and water slabbering around our bodies. Pulling my lips away from him, I notice he moves us closer to the shallow level.

Our upper bodies are now in full view.

His fingers ghost up my torso and he gently squeezes my breast, his thumb sweeping my hard peak. I bite my lip and move my hand faster around him. He lowers his hand after pinching my nipple. When he reaches a little below my navel, he looks at me.

"Bella..." he whispers an unspoken question. I nod.

Yes. I want him to touch me.

He doesn't waste any second; his fingers sweep in one long motion from the front to my entrance.

"Fuck! You're so wet." He growls. His thumb makes circular motions and I throw my head back and let out a moan. I'm trying really hard to not be loud, in case someone is near.

"Luca," I manage to get out before his lips are on mine again. They move down to my throat and my left breast

I remember I'm still squeezing him, so I tighten my fist around him and quicken my pace. His finger enters me and it immediately curls upwards, reaching that specific spot that makes my entire body break out in shivers.

I feel like I'm about to pass out. My fingers grasp his hair, keeping me to him.

He swallows my gasp as another finger enters me. I give up on trying to get him to finish, my brain is mush as his teeth nip at my skin, his fingers thrusting into me.

The vibration of his groan as I begin to clench around his digits rumbles from my neck down to my center.

He slows down so I take this as an opportunity to resume jerking him off. I begin to pump him faster and I feel him twitch in my hand. I press a little harder on the crown, earning a sexy groan from him. He nuzzles his face in my neck and curses loudly. He bites at my neck, his hips jerking forward. He twitches against my palm, coming. I keep pumping him slowly though, trying to prolong his climax. I only stop when he lifts his head up and kisses me deeply.

His fingers that took a break while he was releasing his pleasure into my palm continue driving inside me.

"Are you gonna come on my fingers, Bella?"

"Luca. Oh." His lips leave my neck and he pulls back just enough so he can see me tip over the edge. My entire body trembles in his hold and he tightens his grip on me.

Fuck, that felt nice.

When the pleasure passes, I meet his gaze and smile at him. A satisfied hum passes through my lips and I rest my head on his shoulder.

His chest vibrates against mine when he chuckles, his hands rubbing my back. "We should get out of the water before our skin becomes all wrinkly and weird."

I giggle and unhook my legs from around him. When out of the water, I pick up my clothes and put them on but tuck my bikini in my pocket.

As I'm trying to pull my hair to one shoulder, his hands wrap around my waist and he rests his chin on my bare shoulder.

He drags the tip of his nose along the slope of my neck. When he reaches my ears he tells me, "That was fun. We should do it more often."

"Yeah, maybe we should." We definitely should. I turn around and take his outstretched hand, entwining our fingers together. I notice how my palm fits just right against his.

What should have been a ten-minute walk ends up taking over thirty minutes.

It's almost midnight and there is close to no one out on the street that leads to our building complex.

The reason why our walk back takes so long is because Luca can't seem to keep his hands off me...same as me.

Every surface we come across, he pushes me against it we make out for long minutes. Then we continue walking. Then he pushes me on a random car to kiss me. His lips sometimes travel down my neck and collarbone, his stubble tickling the sensitive skin there. My laugh echoing around the empty street.

He's behaving like a teenager, kissing me every chance he gets. Not that I mind it. The smile hasn't been wiped off his face the entire time. My grin seems to be stuck on my face, too.

We arrive at the front of my building door. I prepare for the longest kiss, the goodnight kiss.

His hands gently frame my cheeks. I wrap my arms around his waist, tugging him closer to me. He beams.

He nips my top lip, then my bottom lip. I taste his laugh as he chuckle when I groan impatiently at his teasing.

He covers his lips fully with mine, his tongue pressing against them for entry.

I expect him to go all in, but he doesn't. Instead, he gently caresses my mouth,tasting every corner he can reach. I let him kiss me however he wants, because every time he kisses me is better than the last.

I inhale a deep breath through my nose, trying to memorize his scent into my brain. Because it's intoxicating. He tastes like the sip of cherry soda he stole from my can back at the diner and like the feeling of freefalling from an airplane. Sweet and addicting.

He pecks me a few times before pulling back to meet my eyes.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" He asks. I have to bite on my lower lip to prevent my excited smile from showing.

"Nothing special. Why?"

"I want to show you something. A place." He clarifies.

I nod. "Okay."

He grins and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear before dipping his head down to meet my lips in a slow and soft kiss. Neither of us tries to deepen it.

I don't know if I enjoy the more hungry and frantic more or these softer kisses from him.

When we break away, I feel like I'm buzzed from his kiss.

Before I'm tempted to drag him inside my room so we can make out all night, I peck his cheek and pull back to open the door. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

He stands there until I close the door and secure the deadbolt lock. Peering into the peephole, I see him slowly retreating.

I have a quick rinse to get rid of all the salty water, but decide on washing my hair tomorrow morning. Because I don't want to wake Sara up from the sound of the blow dryer. Plus, my hair has already dried on the way here.

Reaching my phone with intent on sending him a good night text, my hand stops midair when I realize I don't even have his number.

I chuckle at the irony and make a mental note to ask Sara for it.

I close my eyes and I daze off into sleep while recalling what happened by the cave.

☀ ☀ ☀

A/N: 

First ever ✨spicy✨ scene... what did you think?? Let me know.