My hand reached my navel and went down to that part of me that longs for him the most. I reached under the hem of my underwear, already feeling the slick dampness caused by thinking about him. I rubbed delicately, torturing myself as I think about the times he planted butterfly kisses on my mound, filling me with so much delight. My hand worked my clit as I imagine his own rugged hands touching me, fondling me like a hungry lover. He’d always touch me there as he looks deep into my eyes, his expression filled with deep yearning and affection. My body always crave for his big strong hands, loving the way he’d wrap them around my waist as we lie naked beside each other, my back against his hard chest and thighs. I rubbed more intently now, parting my kitty lips, and in my head it is his tongue licking me. I can see his face as he licks me sensually, his tongue reaching all the right spots that make me scream with pleasure. He’s a very giving man, always catering to my needs first, making sure I felt love before he takes what’s for him. He would lick my legs all the way down to my toes and go back to my centre that would now be begging for him. His tongue would go deeper and deeper and soon enough, all my juices will be out, moistening my mound for his much anticipated entrance.
He would always enter me slowly, making sure I am ready for him. He would tease my clit with his rod, silkiness rubbing smoothly against my flesh. As I slide a finger inside me, I imagine his thick cock sliding inch by inch, filling me gradually until I am overflowing with pleasure. I would often whisper for him to be gentle, knowing that he will be even without saying a word. I just like the thought of me being under his mercy, my body in total surrender. He would move slowly inside me, coaxing me to open up for him and let him play. I would follow his rhythm, like an ancient dance, where his lead takes me to new and greater heights.
I moan as I slid another finger inside me and increased the pace of my fondling. Before I knew it, I was no longer alone. I can feel him above me, his tongue flicking my earlobes as he moved in and out of me. Our bodies start to rub together in wild frenzy, the sensations multiplying by the second. He holds me close and moves his hips, challenging me to meet him, to move with him and be his match in this coupling. I surrender to his challenge, each and every time, leaving behind the coy woman that I am and bewitching him with the hidden vamp inside me. Always, like always, he would come hot and full blast inside me. As he poured all of him in, I would explode in full vivid colours making me even crazier about him and beg for more.
Three’s Just Fine
Clara like going out to party all night long, dressing up in sexy little outfits that would make men’s eyes pop out of their sockets and women jealous. Besides, her fun and outgoing personality was well matched by her well-toned body and Michelle Pfeiffer features – at least, when Michelle Pfeiffer was still in her 20s.
But her boyfriend of four and a half months, Jarvis, was one huge bore. He currently works as a paralegal - all suits, ties and serious.
But that doesn’t mean that she can’t go out just because he doesn’t want to, though. And anyway, Jarvis is currently in some week-long seminar in Seattle. He wouldn’t know that she’d be dancing the night away in one of the newly-opened New York clubs and drinking margarita the whole evening.
She chuckled to herself, just thinking about it.
So she grabbed her cell phone from her bag – one of those nice little blackberries – and started dialing her friend Jeanette’s number. She answered just after the second ring.
“Hey, Clara!” her voice was deep and still sleepy.
“You’re still in bed?” Clara asked, looking at her wristwatch. It was just four in the afternoon.
She giggled. “Ric tired me out.”
“Ric who?!” I asked, quite astonished because I’ve never heard of this guy before.
“Oh, just some guy I met in the bus last night as I was going home.” she answered flippantly. “Clara, you wouldn’t believe how great he was!”
She sure couldn’t imagine that, Clara thought to herself. It has been almost a month since Jarvis came to her bed.
Damn, is he cheating on her?! That idea pissed her off but she waved the negative thought away and settled on listening to her friend’s giddy ramblings. She heard the words Italian, macho, tall, dark and handsome in passing coupled with oohs and aahs.
When she stopped for a breath, Clara immediately asked her, “So, are you free tonight?”
“What day is it today?” Jeanette asked.
Clara tried to stifle an irritated sigh. “It’s a Friday.”
“Oh, OK. At eight then?”
“Sure, sure!” she agreed, “Oh, by the way, you think I can bring Ric along? I know it’s our night out and all but-”
No! She wanted to scream at her. She wanted a girls’ night out later. But Clara knew all too well when Jeanette used that whiny, insistent voice. So she said, “Fine,” instead.
“Are you sure, honey?”
No! Her mind screamed out. “Yeah, why not,” she heard herself say.
“You’ll have loads of fun, I tell you!” Jeanette assured her in her silky, sexy voice.
When they both hung up, Clara started to fix all the papers in her desk, hide the rest inside the drawers and stuff some inside her bag. All throughout the ride home, she was thinking about the dress she was going to wear. Damn Jeanette. If she was going to be a third wheel, she should at least look great.
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She heard a slight knock in her door as she was inspecting the brief, black dress she was going to wear later. It had thick straps, a modest neckline and back but it was really short. The thought that some men would try and peek under that dress made her smile.
Clara looked at her wristwatch again and saw that it was only 7:30pm. Odd, Jeanette was always late. Their eight o’clock meeting would always be moved to 8:30 or 9:00 even.
She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, wearing only a matching pair of baby pink lacy bra and panties plus the black strappy stilettos. Her hair, blonde and pre-curled half an hour a while ago, looked perfect. Her make-up was subdued and flawless. The striking red lip color completed the whole look.
As she walked to open the door, she hoped that Jeanette would get envious. Actually, she was counting on that. That’s what she gets for bringing a date on their supposed girls’ night out.
Clara unlocked the door and opened it to find a gorgeous hunk standing there. When his gaze moved lazily from her shocked face to her lace-clad, nearly naked body, he grinned appreciatively.
Other girls would have shrieked and hid themselves, but Clara was proud of the way she looked. Instead, she raised her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him.
“Who are you?” she snapped.
“I’m Ricardo de Luca,” he answered in a deep grumble.
She recalled Jeanette’s ramblings earlier and came up with ‘wow’.
So this is the man who fucked her friend really good last night. He had a well-fitting dark grey, pinstriped suit and pants on. The black cotton shirt stretched across his hard chest. But the striking simplicity of that was nothing compared to his Adonis-like face. He looked Italian. And he was not the type of Italian who lived in New York. With the way he pronounced his name, the accent still apparent, he really came from Italy.
Now, she understood why Jeanette missed work and was still in bed at 4 in the afternoon.
She felt excitement coupled with desire thundering in her belly but tried not to let that show in her face. “Where’s Jeanette?” she asked, still not allowing him inside her apartment.
“Someone called.” he stated, patiently standing in the corridor. “Are you inviting me in or will you let other people see you in just that?”
His words had a disapproving note to it but his eyes kept skimming down to her cleavage. She held her grin back but the butterflies in her stomach intensified.
“Fine, get in.” she assented, pulling the door wider and letting him in. “Wait there,” she said as she pointed to the wide, comfortable sofa. “I’ll
finish inside.”
She didn’t give him that flirty, backward glance because she was tingling in places already. That man, with his dark seductive eyes and sensual mouth, will make anyone’s breathing erratic. And hers already is in a bad state. She needed to find control. And going inside the room, away from him, will help.
She slipped the dress on, pulling it down her hips. The clock didn’t tick a minute yet when Clara heard his voice – and it was quite near.
“I prefer looking at you in pink lingerie,” he started, his voice deep and husky, “But that dress looks beautiful on you as well.”
She whipped her head, the red flush creeping up her neck and face. “I remember telling you to wait out.” she told him irritably. But he sauntered towards her until his chest was almost touching her face. Clara had to look up at him making her think, wow, he’s tall!
Then his hand moved up to cup her face. “I couldn’t take the picture of you in lace. You have to understand, I’m just a man, cara.” he admitted softly, his thumb gently caressing her cheek.
As seduction goes, that was the best she ever had. She can feel her juice pooling in her vagina. And he was just touching her face. She swallowed visibly – that was all she could do, unable to talk and all. The grin he was wearing got wider.
Then he stepped back. “Hungry?” he asked in a low voice.
“Quite.”
“Me too,” and then he patted his crotch. “For both this and food,”
Her gaze zoomed in on the thick ridge hidden beneath his pants. He was amazingly hung. Clara’s throat tightened and she cleared it, trying to take her gaze off the impressive sight. “I just need to get my coat.” she said, edging away from him and moving towards her dresser.
She got a thick, tan-colored coat from the rack, wore it and walked towards the door, leaving Ricardo behind to follow her. Looking at him will be her undoing.
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“In you go, cara.” he said as he opened the door of a gleaming black Mercedes Benz parked just in front of the steps of the apartment where she rented.
She was both surprised and impressed, although she tried not to let it show. “Nice ride.” she commented.
He ignored that.
“Luis, to De Luca, please.” he told the uniformed driver instead.
He even had a chauffeur! De Luca was one of the ritziest restaurants in Manhattan and he was bringing her there. Although she promised to treat herself there when she gets a fat paycheck, this is not part of her current plan. But she held her tongue from making any more comments.
“So what time will she be joining us?” she asked, referring to Jeanette.
He shrugged those wide, muscular shoulders as an answer. “Clara. That’s a beautiful name.” he remarked, obviously veering away from the conversation about their common friend.
But she won’t be party to that. “Jeanette and I were supposed to go to this new bar, Zing.” she told him, stressing her friend’s name. “And we aren’t going there.”
He sighed, brushing his hair back with his hand. “Ah, cara.” he said, his accent making her shiver. “I just thought we need privacy. De Luca is my sister’s restaurant. We can have that there.”
“OK, just so we’re very clear on this,” she said, turning her whole body to look at him, suddenly remembering Jarvis. “I have a boyfriend so this,” she waved her finger five times between them, “is not gonna happen.”
His mouth tilted upward at the corners. “I do not see a boyfriend anywhere, Clara.”
She raised an eyebrow. “That doesn’t mean there is not one. Besides,” she added, turning her gaze back to the road. “You’re going out with Jeanette.”
At that, his dark, straight eyebrows bunched together, “I just met your friend yesterday. That does not mean we’re together.” he concluded, using the same words she used in her argument about Jarvis.
“I don’t know what you Italian romanticos believe, but here, women don’t poach on another woman’s territory.” she sneered.
He chuckled at that. “Just because I gave your friend a good romp in bed last night does not mean that we are a couple, si?”
She couldn’t argue with that especially after hearing that he gave her friend a ‘good romp’ indeed. Besides that, Clara led a very active sex life with different men every now and then, especially before Jarvis.
“But then, it doesn’t matter what you are trying to believe right now.” he stated, looking straight at her flaring blue eyes, as he pushed a button which slowly raised a dark glass divider in between the front seat and the back. “Because what matters is that I want you and you can’t help but feel the same way.”
Clara’s eyes widened, her nostrils flaring in anger. She was about to retort something when his hands clutched the carefully curled hair and his mouth plundered hers.
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Clara was stunned but she couldn’t deny the fact that she liked the way he kissed. He was a fast mover, she noticed as well. He took her coat off and threw it carelessly on the floor then he gently pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulder and pulled the dress down to reveal her pink bra.
“You’re good enough to eat in this bra, cara.” he said, cupping the large mounds in his hands. Her rose-hued nipples, which can be seen through the lacy garment, hardened immediately. His fingers flicked over each nipple then gently rolled it.
“Ricardo,” she moaned his name, trying to make her voice low and inaudible. She didn’t want the chauffeur to hear that they were making out at the back of the car.
But it would seem that he had other plans. Ric gently pushed her shoulders down so she was leaning against the door of the car. Her legs were splayed wide and he was positioned in between them.
His roving lips found the sensitive crook in her neck and, flicking his tongue out, made her writhe in pleasure. Clara’s hand went to his hair while her other harm snaked around his nape, just so she can grab onto something.
It was surprising that this man whom she just met would know what makes her moan and groan in delight. It took Jarvis a few months before he found one of her g-spots and he sometimes forgets where it is – which makes her think that it might be luck on his part.
Then Ricardo steered her from thinking of something else by drawing the lacy bra away and exposing her breasts. Although hers were high and up-thrust, they weren’t as big as Jeanette’s, she knew that. But Ricardo’s expression of awe made her feel as if it was a better sight.
And he proved that by sucking on one of the reddened nipples.
She nearly screamed out. That’s g-spot number two. She clutched his head so that his mouth would stay there and that made Ricardo chuckle. He took his mouth off from his breast, grinning down at her.
“Ah, Clara, you are so responsive.” he whispered against her ear, wetting the lobe with his tongue. His skillful lovers’ hands were gently running up and down her legs.
She wanted them right there on her clit, so she pulled his hands towards it. Ricardo gave that low laugh once more.
“No, no, cara mia.” he murmured, taking both her hands and locking it with one of his atop her head. “I am not yet done with your other tasty parts.”
She groaned, wanting more. “But I am ready!” she protested, raising her hips higher and grinding her crotch against his flat stomach.
He answered that by palming her. He immediately felt the dampness in her panties. That made him smile, adding a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Patience is a virtue, cara.” he murmured.
“Damn you, Ricardo!” she hissed in demand, but her blue gaze held a pleading expression. “Please, please,” she whispered.
Ric shook his head, a grin still plastered in his handsome countenance. But one of his hands started to gently knead her breasts, making sure that his palm scraped against the already sensitized nipples.
His other hand bunched the tight black skirt around her waist and her legs automatically bent to accommodate whatever he is planning to do. And she hoped that he’d tear
her panties off her and thrust his large penis into her already lubricated passage.
But that wasn’t in his plans yet. He did lift the lace off her mound with his forefinger and ran it over her swollen labia. She moaned once more, wanting more than that. Her juices were already trickling out, wetting his fingers readily.
“You’re so ready, aren’t you,” he said in observation, and putting that finger in his mouth, added, “You are delectable, too.”
Before she could say anything in further protest of his teasing, his head bent lower. His other hand jerked the lacy underwear, tearing it on one side, and his mouth went straight to her kiss the newly exposed flesh.
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