“Well actually this question relates to my other career—you know, the music thing,” he corrected her. “As a female fan, I really need your opinion on my new stage costume. I designed it myself, with the sole intent of teasing and pleasing the ladies.”
Plopping down on the modest, wood paneled day bed that formed the center of her living area, Nicole rolled her eyes heavenward as she told him, “Well somehow I think your model groupies may have been better qualified to pass judgment on your smexy costume choices. But since you’ve come all this way to get my apparently crucial viewpoint, I guess I’ll have a look see.”
Meeting her words with a devilish white toothed smile, Spyder used slow, deliberate moves to unbutton the coat; finally whipping it open with a slick, smooth flourish to show her his new costume.
“One that could come dangerously close to doubling as his birthday suit,” she mused, gasping outright as Spyder revealed his body to her.
Her rebellious gaze took a leisurely walk down the length of his tall muscled form; pausing to admire his chiseled bronzed pecs, his taut washboard abs and his long, trim legs.
She also admired the way that his long, silken waves of ebony hair cascaded across his bare bulging shoulders and down his planed back. Indeed, the only part of his gorgeous sculpted body that remained a mystery lie somewhere in between these especially distinguished features; and this evening this apparently long, hard feature came encased in a G-string of ebony silk that showed it off to best effect.
“Do you like?” Spyder asked her, voice soft and sultry. “I mean, I hope you do. I designed my new costume to appeal to the female gaze; so now when I thrust my hips and gyrate, they’ll really get the message.”
With these words he thrust his hard, trim hips forth in a single smooth gyration, flexing his pecs and rolling his chiseled abs as he watched close for her reaction.
Nicole pursed her lips.
“Spyder,” she said finally, even as her ardent gaze continued to devour him, “Can I take a crazy guess and assume that you’re trying to seduce me?”
Spyder let loose with a low, smooth chuckle that sent shivers down her spine.
“Uh huh, sure am,” he affirmed.
Nicole nodded.
“Yeah well it worked,” she released on a sigh, adding as she beckoned to him, “Get over here, Sexy.”
Soon Nicole stared down in sheer wonder as her seductive rocker fell to his knees before her; kissing and licking his way up her strong legs as his warm, soft hands worked his way beneath her nightgown to massage her fully made hips.
Throwing her head back, she parted her thighs with a drunken grin as he leaned his body inward; kissing and nipping her sensitive thighs as the smooth tendrils of his long dark hair caressed her skin.
“Relax baby,” he growled, adding as he leaned still farther inward, “I want to satisfy that wild desire I’ve sensed within you since the moment we met. Let me make you feel good.”
Eager to fulfill this sensual promise, Spyder surged upward to seize the border of her white cotton panties in flawless white teeth and drag them down the length of her legs; returning to the site of her desire to lay a resounding lick across the surface of her feminine folds.
Fixing his warm, sumptuous lips across the surface of her bulging nub, he licked and suckled her aroused clit as she moaned her ecstasy.
Reaching downward to entwine her fingers in the strands of his silken dark hair, she hoisted her hips forward to intensify the feeling; basking in the pure erotic sparks that shot upward through every part of her body.
Seemingly eager to intensify the feeling, her lover shifted his head from side to side as his magical lips suckled her femininity; his long, wet tongue darting forth to lave her skin as she squirmed beneath the effects of his tender ministrations.
Finally and with a resounding lick he sent her over the edge, her being trembling outright as she careened across the bounds of an incredible orgasm.
Crying out with pleasure, she consumed the lover who now joined her on the day bed in a hot, binding embrace; clutching his strong muscled body to hers as they collapsed together in the softness beneath them.
Their arms and legs entangled in a mad frenzy as their lips collided in a heated kiss; their mouths smacking together and their tongues entangling as their bodies merged together.
Gently stripping off the soft cotton nightgown that covered her fevered body, Spyder nipped her sensitive nape before bowing his head to her breasts; suckling her nipples until they rose to hard points beneath the weight of his full, sweet lips.
“I want to make love to you so badly tonight, baby,” he whispered against her skin, all the while lowering his hands to rub her rounded tummy. “Teach me tonight, baby. Teach your student just what turns you on, so he knows just how to please his teacher.”
Inflamed by his words, a ravenous Nicole reached down to yank off the confining G-string that concealed her secret gift: the long, hard cock that now rose to salute her arrival.
“You are so bloody beautiful,” she praised him, throwing herself into his arms as her breasts crushed his chest and the couple stared deep into one another’s eyes.
“You’re beautiful too,” Spyder whispered, running his hands through her soft mass of mussy dark hair. “You’re so…oh babe, you’re so much better than I am with words. Just let me show you.”
Sweeping her up in a tight clench, he clutched her body to his as their hips and thighs locked between them; their lips also joining in a timeless kiss as their hands roamed free over one another’s bodies.
An ecstatic Nicole reveled in the feel of his chiseled chest and washboard abs; finally wrapping her legs around his trim waist and spreading her soft, fleshy thighs to invite him deeper inward.
With a heated growl Spyder joined them as one, his long, hard shaft penetrating her soaking wet pussy in a smooth flourish, probing forth to her very core as his sumptuous tongue mocked the rhythm of his cock.
Both moved back and forth in a hypnotic motion as he filled and pleased his lady; his gentle hands running her back like a stream of warm water as he continued to kiss her senseless.
Wrapping her arms around his muscled shoulders and sinking with a sigh in his arms, Nicole plied his lips with the sweetest kisses as their hips merged and swayed together; launching the couple into a forbidden dance as their bodies rolled free across the surface of the day bed.
Finally and with a hard, probing thrust Spyder surged forth to her very core; this time sending them both across the bounds of an incredible shared climax.
The couple gasped and trembled as their sweat lined bodies bound together in a cocoon of pure passion as ecstasy overcame them; their eyes flying open to also join in a warm, loving gaze.
“Nicole, you don’t know how much you mean to me,” Spyder whispered, cupping her flushed cheeks in two gentle hands as he added, “This night has been so magical for me. I just loved looking out into that crowd and seeing you there to help and support me—just like you do during our tutoring sessions. And I want to be there for you too,” he paused here, adding in a tone of deep sincerity, “”I want you to be my girl, Nicole. Please say you will.”
Nicole thought a moment, then nodded.
“Yes, Spyder,” she whispered, adding as she graced his lips with the tenderest of kisses. “Yes, I will.”
Chapter Five
The rays of the morning sun served to pull Nicole from the depths of a luxurious slumber awakening her from a dream of an evening as she reclined easy in the arms of her lover.
Shifting her head to gaze upon the whole of his bronzed, angelic beauty, she raised her fingers to touch and outline his carved cheekbones and full, moist lips; smiling as his wide dark eyes flew open to sear her with a loving look.
“So it wasn’t a dream,” he whispered, adding as he flicked forth a sexy tongue to lap her agile finger. “You really are mine now.”
Nicole nodded.
“Last night was better than a dream,” she affirm
ed, adding as she bit her lip, “I’m just not sure, though, if the dream can continue. I’m sorry, babe, but you heard the way your guitarist talked to me.”
Spyder shook his head.
“If he says one more rude word to you,” he vowed, “I swear to you that he’s out of the band.”
Nicole smiled, but only briefly.
“Thanks for that, baby,” she praised with a nod, “but realistically, you won’t be able to throw out every fellow musician, every fan, and—when the time comes—every snarky music journalist who pokes fun at the fat, ordinary looking girlfriend. I’m a strong woman, sure enough, but I’m not altogether certain that I want to live with that sort of constant scrutiny.”
Spyder thought a moment, then nodded.
“Well, do you think that you might want to live with a regular diet of constant and very satisfying sex,” he asked her, tone matter of fact, “with all of your fantasies and desires fulfilled? And if you like, we could get started on this rigorous schedule of passionate lovemaking. Here. And now.”
Soon a resigned and highly aroused Nicole sank deep into her lover’s arms; losing herself once again in a timeless embrace as they kissed and cuddled in the light of sweet sunshine.
Their arms and legs entangled as they rolled free and wild across the day bed; their mouths colliding and their tongues entwined as her bare breasts crushed his firm, hard chest.
Almost immediately his trim, firm hips gyrated hard and shameless against her own; and even as his long, stiff member flew upward to grace her wet femininity, he cradled her back with a caressing hand—his free hand, meanwhile, disappeared between her legs to caress and open her feminine folds.
Nicole gasped outright as her lover touched and rubbed her enflamed nub; stroking and kneading as he whispered in her ear, “Do allow me to demonstrate, my lady, just why you belong in my arms—and remind you of just what it’s like to be loved by a rocker.”
With these words he pulled her closer than close and surged his magnificent cock to the depths of her soaking wet pussy, their sweat lined bodies writhing and slithering against one another as he danced inside her.
“I love you,” the couple released in unison and on a heavenly whisper; throwing themselves against each other as their lips sealed in a binding kiss.
Spyder continued to knead Nicole’s throbbing clit as waves of pure erotic sensation surged upward to kiss every fiber of her being, causing her to squirm against him as he surged deeper still within her.
Finally and with a resounding kiss the couple came together, their joined bodies exploding in the heat of an incredible mutual orgasm.
Pitching his head back, Spyder whipped his hair gently across Nicole’s breasts as he parted his full, moist lips; letting loose with yet another sonorous, deep-voiced serenade.
And to the ears of a besotted Nicole, this ditty sounded like a surefire hit.
THE END
PASSION IN ITALY
Alpha Male Romance
Chapter One
The fantasy that had filled her dreams for so long was about to become a radiant reality.
Since the time of her childhood, 30-year-old Naomi Baker had dreamed of visiting the exotic, romantic land called Italy.
As a young girl she’d listened enrapt as her beloved Aunt Mamie, a true woman of the world, had told her at length about her own travels to this jewel of the Mediterranean; emphasizing the beauty, history and culture of the European country where their family claimed several ancestors.
“I’m one part African, one part Italian, one part American,” she often told people, adding with the toss of her shoulder length dreads, “And all parts absolutely and apologetically ornery.”
In college she had studied international culture, seeing as she did endless photos and slideshows that depicted even more vividly the glories of Italy - the majesty and miracle that was the city of Rome; the crystalline waters of Venice and the historical Coliseum. She often lost herself in these timeless images, which seemed to summon and call out to her.
“Well not literally,” she mused with a smirk. “That’d just be weird. Let’s just say that looking at those images really, really made me want to visit Italy.”
Soon after graduation she’d accepted a position as a docent at Even Littler Italy, a museum and bistro located—conveniently and appropriately, she supposed—in the Little Italy district of New York.
And as much as she enjoyed maintaining and presenting exhibits of photos, posters, scale models, and audio visual presentations that dealt with various aspects of Italian life and culture, the job only made her more eager and anxious to experience a real life Italian adventure.
Then finally, the day arrived; the time when she realized that she had saved up the money and the vacation time to plan a luxurious one-week sojourn in the land of her fantasy.
“See ya, all!” she declared at one point, and with a hearty salute. “I am off to Italia!”
Chapter Two
“Later, y’all. I’m headed back to Italy.”
When Naomi finally arrived at Leonardo da Vinci International Airport, a grand total of 10 hours after she’d taken flight from JFK in NYC, she once again felt entranced in something of a dreamlike state; one very different from the vibrant rhapsody that had inspired her to make this trip in the first place.
Indeed, the only thing she dreamt of at that moment was a bed in which to dream. And collapse. And check out from any and all planes of reality as she tried to deal with the massive, near debilitating case of jet lag that threatened to knock her off her feet.
Dressed that day in a sweater and jeans that covered and flattered her rubenesque curves, she felt hotter than hot and just a bit sticky as she dragged her luggage through the airport’s airy, silvery corridors; in the process taking a mental catalogue of everything that she’d brought along for the trip.
Then she made another, far longer list of everything that she’d neglected to bring for the trip.
“Just how in the blazes do you ask, ‘Where can I buy toothpaste and antacid tablets?’ in Italian?” she pondered, adding with a noncommittal shrug, “The moment I get to my hotel room, I’ll look it up in my English to Italian translation guide -unless, of course, I left the guide behind at home. Oh, Jesus. I think I did.”
She shook her head with a sigh as she at least tried to conjure the Italian word for “Taxi!”; the word that would get her to the hotel where she had booked a suite for the week—and that, from what she understood, featured a bed where she could collapse and relax.
“What a novel feature for a hotel suite,” she snorted, finally clearing the expansive front entrance of Leonardo da Vinci International Airport. “I guess some things are universal.”
Her mood shifted the moment that she stepped outside; crossing the portal into the pure nature made glory that illuminated and defined the Roman landscape.
Immediately she felt warmed by the golden, radiant sun that lent light and bounty to this timeless landscape, which featured a hilly, mountain terrain that—in the illustrious city of Rome—bordered a unique cityscape featuring a diverse menagerie of ultra-modern office buildings and flawlessly preserved historical landmarks.
All of this beauty served as a glowing reminder of why she’d made that long, long (did she happen to mention it was long?) journey to the land of dreams. Jet lagged or otherwise.
“Yep,” she concluded, regaining the smile that had managed to elude her for the past 10 hours. “This is the place.”
And just then, she remembered the Italian word for taxi.
“Taxi!” she just barely managed between the pure peals of self-depreciating laughter that nearly claimed her whole.
This positive mood seemed reinforced moments later, as her driver delivered her to the crystalline, brass knobbed doors that fronted the Villagio; the four star hotel that bore a closer resemblance to an Italian villa.
A lush pastiche of ivory, marble textured stone complete with arched windows kissed with stained gl
ass, sloping roofs, and an overall look that bespoke and harkened the majesty of the old world, the hotel seemed like something from another time.
And if its stately arched entrance seemed like a portal to another place and era, the lobby likened the setting of countless romance novels that claimed Italy as its primary setting; tomes she’d read only for research purposes, of course.
Overlooked by a candle lined brass chandelier that illuminated the room beneath, the lobby area came bordered with cream hued walls topped by elegant crown moldings and lined by both brass bordered antique mirrors and examples of fine Italian artwork; including a high quality print of the one and only Mona Lisa.
“No wonder the chicksta grinned so much all the blasted time,” she mused, her gaze continuing to devour her new surroundings in a near ravenous manner. “She resides in style.”
In the corner of the lobby stood a stone cast fireplace that came complete with scrolled engravings and a blazing fire within; a blaze that lent a radiant cast to the brilliant red jacquard chairs that flanked this beautiful luminary.
“And those chairs even have clawed feet,” she said aloud. “Christ. I never thought that actual real life furniture came with clawed feet included. I’m impressed!”
She started as these absently spoken words were met with a deep, sonorous round of smooth masculine laughter; one that resounded from just beside her as she tore her gaze from the chair.
Within moments this gaze landed on yet another beautiful vision; this one boasting radiance that far surpassed anything and everything she’d seen before it.
The man before her stood tall and statuesque beside the fireplace; and although dressed in a sharp cut suit resplendent in a tone of ruby red velvet, his bronzed muscularity managing to dwarf his delicate, ethereal surroundings.
“Of course, he just happens to be pretty darned ethereal himself,” she mused, grinning in spite of herself as she answered in silence—thankfully, “They sure do grow ‘em good over here.”
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