"Shhh." he whispers, his finger against his lips and my heart skips a beat. His hands move down my chest, cupping my breasts, kneading the flesh. His fingers roll my nipples softly, expertly. His lips brush mine, still chaffed from last night. I fight back, just for a second.
"It's just..." I begin to protest but I'm kissing him before I know better. Our tongues dance a brief tango. His teeth graze my lower lip, bite softly into it. A tiny bit of pain, then a gentle kiss. The man plays me like a cheap violin. I part my legs for him, wrap them around his waist. "This is wrong..." I moan as I feel his welling manhood against me, sliding across my slit, the entire length teasing my nub, sliding from tip to base. I shiver and grip the sheets. I want him inside me right now. I feel his tip enter me, tease my opening and I brace myself for him. Secretly, I wish he'd do it: let me feel him one last time, get it over and done with, end it so I can slip back to my little remorse and then forget about it. Over and done. Wham bam thank you Ma'am.
Roberto grins knowingly. He can read me like an open book. He pulls away at the last second, teasing. The sound that comes out of me is a tiny, animal whine: the denial's driving me crazy with desire but I can't help but be mad at him. Robarto kisses his way down my neck, grasps my breasts, mashes them together. He sucks at my nipples, nibbles at them. They're still tender from last night, but his hot breath feel soothing. His tongue laps at them, tracing my aureolae. He makes me wetter than I've ever been before. His lips smack, let go of the flesh with an audible pop, teeth sink into my flesh once again. Alternating pleasure for just that tiny amount of pain, driving me near the edge.
"Please..." I whimper as his hands move down my body, cup my behind in his hands. He sinks his nails inside the flesh, raking across it, spreading me wide. I wince in pain. I'm still raw from where he smacked me last night, when I let him ride me like an animal on the bed, biting into the pillow to keep myself from howling as he plowed me. His fingers trail up the smooth curve where my hips and my behind meet, parts my lips wide for him. I can feel every vein on his member sliding across me and I want him more than ever now. "Please tell me you've got protection." I whisper, the eyes rolling to the back of my head but I know I don't really care if he does or not I just want it so bad it hurts. When he slips inside me again, teasing my entrance, his manhood dipping into my honeypot a jolt of electricity shoots up all over my body. He's got me right where he wants me.
The phone vibrates beside on the floor, the muffled text sound ringing across the carpet. My hands reach out to get it, but move down his back at the last second, grasping his buttocks in my hands, squeezing the firm flesh. I want him to do it. I want to feel him fill me. Another inch slides inside me and I welcome him gladly, want it more than anything else in the world. When he pulls out again my eyes go wide and I bite my lip. I know exactly what he's going to say.
"You have to beg for it..." he whispers in my ear, kissing down my neck. The phone rings again, another text message. Who could it possibly be at this hour? Why won't someone come and save me? I've juggled CEOs and I've stared down uppity prosecutors but this man right now has me wrapped around his little finger, dangling me on a string wrapped around my neck. I open my mouth to speak, swaying my hips against him. I make the kind of noises I never made with Kyle.
"Please...give it to meee..." I whimper. The phone rings again; Dean Martin's singing sway 'Sway' from the speakers. Kyle's calling me and I turn to look, just as Roberto lets me have every last inch, lets me feel his bare flesh enter me, every vein on his member throbbing as I feel his tip slide deeply inside me, stopping half an inch from my cervix. I hang my mouth open, trying to speak. Taking a deep breath, I let out a deep, guttural moan. Roberto lenas against me, pushes my legs up and apart effortlessly and the last gap is bridged. When he finally reaches my cervix, a lighting storm breaks out inside my skull, thrunderbolts crackling across the folds of my brain. His expression tells me he's savoring my naked pleasure. When he begins to move, grinding deep inside me, my honeypot grips him tightly. My breasts are squeezed between my legs and I reach my hands out, reake my nails across his chest uselessly. I buck my hips against him, but he establishes dominance with a simple thrust. He's the one in control now.
Dean Martin sings how he's got the 'magic technique' and my God, he's right. He pulls out of me, giving me an inch before he drives himself deep inside me, establishing a languid rhythm. Halfway out, letting me feel every inch before he slams back inside me all at once, again and again. Letting go of one leg, he reaches down and flicks my nub with his thumb, watching my entire body quiver with each thrust. The sensations overwhelm me, send me into an overload. I try to hold back in a desperate show of defiance as my orgasm builds up, try to fight it but already I can feel it building up in my belly, trickling past my defenses. My thighs begin to shiver first, my legs jerk. He pulls out all the way to the tip, lets me linger in that small pre-orgasmic moment and then lets me have every inch. The orgasm hits me like a hurricane, overwhelms every nerve in my body. I scream in pleasure, shuddering all over his member, against his hands. Blindly, I dig my nails into his chiseled chest. He winces, but doesn't let go. He lets me have my tiny victory, even as he rides my orgasm, moving inside me in perfect sync with my every spasm. 'Sway me smooth, sway me now' says the velvet voice from the speakers and I'd let this man fly me to the damn moon if he asked me too right now. The guitar rhythm dies down in sync with my orgasm and then it starts all over again.
"I need to get that..." I mumble. Roberto pulls out of me slowly, letting me feel every inch pulling out. I look at his member, glistening with my juices and my eyes go wide. Was he always this big? I roll on the bed and struggle to pick up the phone. From the screen, I can see Kyle's face pressed against the glass, a silly little game.
Makes it look like he's trying to get out of the phone and get where I am. I thought it looked silly but now I dread even the thought of it happening. "Good morning, sweetheart." I mumble on the phone, feigning grogginess. I'm still riding on the afterglow, so I sound convincing.
"Hey babe, where have you been? Been looking for you all morning!" Kyle says, exaggerating as usual. I struggle with the words, looking for a reasonable excuse. Behind me, Roberto's hands wander over my behind, spread it wide. I slap away at his wrist.
"Oh I was...umm...I was dead tired, baby. The whole office party thing dragged on...ugh!" I barely keep my yelp in as Roberto's hands wrap around my legs and he pulls me up effortlessly, making me bend over. I'm hanging halfway off the bed, my shoulders propping me up against the carpet but I'm presenting myself to Roberto like an animal. "...sorry it's just...we had a lot to drink..." I bite my lip as Roberto's tongue runs across me, from mynub all the way across my slip, tastes my juices and enters me. His hands grip my behind, pressing me against his face. Oh my God, now?
