Unsuitable Obsession - Part One

by Trisha Fuentes

  So much confidence in the way one arm remained level behind her head, while the other slid across her bottom without hesitation. Responding naturally to his commands, she spread her legs further apart while Eduardo lifted up her skirt and his hand slid beneath her underwear and caressed her bare skin, bringing her buttocks fully into him subsequently kissing and grinding her erotically.

  Finally yes, oh finally, Eduardo’s hands were entirely on her breasts now, kneading and tweaking her nipples through her blouse. Without breaking his connection with her lips, he anxiously unbuttoned the silky fabric grasping to get to the skin underneath her bra. Amber assisted his hands and watched in awe as her camisole and bra escaped her upper body in one clever effortless flow.

  Eduardo brought his eyes down to her bosom. No longer nervous, Amber had arched her back slightly to display her tantalizing crest. Stunning even a female aficionado like him, her points were marvelous and proportionately perfect. Impulsive and oh so interested, he touched the soft under belly of her satiny mounds with his knuckles.

  “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he quietly mouthed. “I’m so attracted to you.”

  “You are?”

  “Can’t you tell?” He commented in jest, bringing her hand down to grope his heightened erection.

  Amber blushed and bit down on her lower lip. That did it, hook, line and sinker. Amber had never been more aroused, her heat quickly swelled to a torrid point. He was that talented.

  Sampling her kiss repeatedly, with the palms of his hands, Eduardo delicately glided over her hardened nipples. With his thumb and forefinger, he began to play with the tips of her nubs, rubbing and tweaking them in pure awe of their form and texture. The thunderous sensation caused Amber to moan as she lightly eased his face away from her mouth and down to her bust.

  Amber was enthralled. His words, his manner, they were just too much to adopt...and oh...Good Lord...his tongue, so savage and animalistic, licked and kissed without inhibition. She gazed down at his head and ran her fingers through his nut-brown locks and watched him trying to devour every dimension of her upper body. Oh...dear God...her husband never exploited his tongue the way her brother-in-law pleasurably demonstrated. Her restraint set aside; she pulled down his pants at length. Never in her life had she felt so completely willing to pleasure someone in return. She wanted to consume him—his mouth, his wonderful fingers, his enormous formation.

  Eduardo’s never been this stimulated by a female before. His heart raced—never been this high strung. He’s usually invariant, regulating every sensation, but with Amber, Good God his sensitivity over powered him and he was out of control. He was on the brink of absolute rapture when Amber held him off for a moment. Did she lose her fucking mind? “What—what’s wrong?”

  Both breathing rapidly, her eyes lock with his. “Allow me,” Amber confessed, placing space between them, “...to know all of you,” she revealed in a soothing timbre. Amber unraveled his tie, tugged at the button of his collar and unbuttoned his shirt—exposing that firm sexy chest of his—and viola—that gold chain she remembered seeing the very first day they met. A crucifix, she realized, brushing her fingers above the cross and straightening it so it hung directly in the center of his ribs. How many times had she dreamt of doing that very same thing? Hundreds upon hundreds of restless nights, tossing and turning until she woke up in a cold sweat? Amber’s never desired someone as much as she did this man. She bent forward and kissed the cross, kissed his chest. Her heart was about burst as she ran her fingers up and around his muscles...Oh God…HE was beautiful...his chest hair, his shoulders. She gradually shed his shirt from his upper body, trying to memorize every ruffle of his rigid bronzed skin. Grazed his flat stomach first then progressively ran her fingers towards his groin, leisurely withdrawing his boxers.

  Amber brought her eyes down to all the glory between his legs. She didn’t know what to expect (or even believe Leticia’s comment about Eduardo being large) but as soon as she witnessed his grandeur firsthand, she knew instantly that he was bigger than Victor...greater by far.

  “You’re,” Amber whispered, bringing her eyes up from his incredible body, “Magnificent.”

  Eduardo was about to detonate. Amber’s examination of his manhood and what he was about to extend only increased his urge to please her.

  “You’re the one who’s beautiful Amber,” he tenderly expressed, running his hand through her tresses to the base of her neck, deeply kissing her. He guided their bodies towards the bed. Amber laid down first, allowing Eduardo to kick off the rest of his clothes and pull down Amber’s skirt and underwear and lie across her at last.

  Eduardo pulled up on his arms and awarded Amber a sensuous kiss, delving deeper and earnest with every twist and turn of his tongue and hunger.

  Her breasts throbbed, her stomach churned, the heat between her legs burned with an uncomfortable pang—all this from one incredible kiss. Within closing her eyes, Amber felt the sensitive graze of his rare expertise. Eduardo Sanchez was hers for one night, and Amber required every sensation, each and every delectable touch of his mouth, his solid muscles, the sweet taste of his skin, his masculine aroma and openly welcomed the intrusion of his ingenuity. On the verge of lunacy she desired his domination. Opening her legs wider, she awaited his invasion—where was it? Instead, Eduardo allowed his stiff cock to brush against her inner thigh, teasing and tormenting her as he continued to feast on her midriff, legs and bare side.

  “My condom,” he spoke short of breath.

  “You don’t need it,” Amber quietly affirmed roaming his sinewy buttocks.

  “I don’t?”

  His hesitancy alerted her conscious, “Unless there’s something you don’t want me to have,” she voiced, continuing to revel at his uncommon virility and glorious pressure against her cleft.

  “The only thing I want you to have dear girl is a blissful expression.”

  Amber caressed the stubble on his cheeks and kissed his velvety soft lips, “Then trust me, you don’t.”

  Eduardo does trust her. There shouldn’t be a reason not to trust her, Amber was in the same predicament as he was. If they got pregnant, she would be as much to blame, but he didn’t want to even think about such an outcome when all that revolved in his brain was this one opportunity of being with her. Her humor, her allure, her friendship, her incredible body, he’s never been more certain of a woman. He loved everything about her. Good God, what was missing?

  Without variation, Amber tried desperately to entice him into her silky warmth. She bounced her hips up, she arched her back, she grabbed and pawed at his buttocks, but he didn’t budge. “Eduardo,” she pleaded, noticing he was ignoring her solicitation.

  Eduardo leaned in and consistently fluttered over her skin with agonizing gratifying action. “Not yet.”

  Amber grabbed his face within her hands, “Please,” she begged, looking down at him continuing to feed her insanity.

  With both hands fully cupping her breasts, Eduardo positioned his mouth between her legs, blowing and tonguing the sides of her thighs. He didn’t rush in, but rather unbalanced her with the sensation of a possible attack. Each subtle impact coiled her stomach causing her buttocks to buck with anticipation.

  “Oh God, you don’t have to do that,” Amber cried, bringing her hands up to her forehead disbelieving how knowledgeable he was of the female anatomy. “Eduardo, please.”

  Eduardo pulled up slightly and swirled his tongue in and around her navel, leaving a wake of moisture towards the tips of her rosy peaks then engulfed them fully with his wet heat.

  Wound up and scorched, Amber pulled his head away from her bosom and urged her tongue inside his mouth. Eduardo met her swallow with enthusiasm, wild and anxious, grabbed the small of her back and lifted her hips up nudging her legs wider with his knee and independently impelled his solid flesh into her. Astonished from the surprise blockade, Amber fathomed how bulky he was and let out a pleasurable moan, adjusting to meet him rhythm f
or rhythm. Eduardo remained pressing his tongue-wet inside her mouth, dynamic gratification; it only makes her groan for more. Feeling him practically buried to her womb, she clutched his tail end and wrapped both hands around his rear, meshing them hip-to-hip.

  “Good God, you feel so good,” Eduardo stressed through clenched teeth.

  A wild, unfamiliar, insatiable lust surfaced that Amber could not control. The farther she explored his outburst for her, the further it was met and Amber too was on the threshold of climax. “Oh God!” She exclaimed as well, throwing her head back in stimulation, suffering an intense, ongoing climax, blooming and tingling down to the tips of her toes.

  Savoring the sound of her sweet ecstasy, Eduardo strained his fit arms and searched her eyes for fulfillment. Once satisfied, he held his post for a few more seconds thereupon released the explosion that’s fully plagued him.

  Languidly lying back down on her body, Eduardo buried his head in the crux of her neck, kissing her throat with fluttering joy.

  Good Lord...that was absolutely wonderful, Amber thought wandering the muscles on his back with her eyes back closed. There was absolutely no concentration on my part; he was not only an expert in enhancement, but in formula. I’m gonna need him more than once, Amber realized while forcing her eyes open.

  Eduardo stared down at Amber as her eyes slowly opened. He couldn’t comprehend what emotions were fulfilled. Was it lust? Was it a necessity? Was he...in love? That, by far, was the finest sexual encounter he ever owned. Whatever the emotion he felt only increased his appetite to be with her.

  Amber grabbed his face, his heightened green eyes had transformed back to softness and light. He was serious...too grim, and she...well, she was overwhelmed with love. She spat out the first thing that popped in her head. “That was simply terrible Eduardo,” she teased, kissing him lightly on the lips. “I thought you’d be better than that.”

  Eduardo tsked at her temporary insanity. “On the contrary dear girl,” he playfully confessed, intimately bringing her in. “I expected more from someone I’ve dreamt of making love too since meeting her.” He wrapped his arms behind her shoulders and tenderly kissed her on her cheek. “This counsel motions the court for an extension to plead his case,” he whispered vehemently.

  “We have to go home,” she heard herself say.

  “I am home,” he quietly voiced, circling his mouth on the base of her throat.

  Amber smiled inwardly and closed her eyes. Eduardo’s thickness moved within her and obsession briskly flowered. Feeling secure surrounded by him, she allowed him to make love to her a second time as comfort, ease, warmth and euphoria lingered all around.

  “Absolutely Mr. Sanchez,” she expressed, roaming his muscular backside once again, “Your motion is hereby granted.”

  Twenty-One

  In The Palm Of Her Hand

  “Are you avoiding me?”

  Amber swiveled around in her office chair and glared into the eyes of the most handsome lover she ever had. She knew now that Eduardo’s upper body was glossy silk spread over rigid muscles. His chest hair thinned downhill and lay atop a phenomenal reward. His legs strong, his tongue and mouth sinful, and when he climaxed, he closed his eyes as if in agony and the most arousing expression materialized.

  Eduardo stood nonchalant with a tint of irritation spread over his raised eyebrows.

  She rather liked seeing him perturbed. Amber tried to disguise her grin by biting down on her lower lip. “Whatever gave you that idea?” She teased.

  “I tried calling your house,” Eduardo hushed down, “Over the weekend, tried several times in fact, but I was strained to hear the answering machine.”

  Amber thought how convenient it was to keep Eduardo guessing by having Adrian’s soccer game on Saturday, dinner out with her mother and sister Saturday night and Valentina’s Mommy and Me classes on Sunday to help occupy her time. “I had things to do.”

  Eduardo heavily sighed; her sturdy body posture, along with her swift attitude disheartened his certainty. “Having second thoughts?”

  Amber marveled at his woebegone façade, “About what?”

  Eduardo pensively looked down at the floor, “Never thought I’d be so easy to forget.”

  Amber smiled, “Refresh my memory?”

  Eduardo met her exuberance; “You look dazzling by the way.”

  “You don’t have to continue to say things like that.”

  “Attention from me is rare Amber, when you have it, enjoy it.”

  Amber crossed her legs mechanically and caught his eyes snagged by her allure. “Then...thank you.”

  “Do you wish to pick up where we left off? Or do we both claim amnesia?”

  Amber noted his glib temperament and gazed around them and noticed two Attorneys in the wings conversing with one another. They don’t bother to look their way and she decided to mess about with Eduardo’s consideration. “Common sense tells me not to get involved with someone like you.”

  Eduardo laughed sickly at her comment and gazed over at the two associates now arguing. “What can I do to convince you of my sincerity?”

  Amber let go a winning grin, her flirtatious game had succeeded. Apparently, she held all the Aces and held Eduardo Sanchez by the balls.

  Eduardo stood tranquilized. His restraint was unfamiliar now that he tasted her. He found a new temptation—and a keen frustration—the obstacle of not being allowed to touch her when the impulse arose. Amber was a perpetual obsession for him, he wanted to kiss her neck, her shoulders, suck in her tongue and slide his mouth over erected parts of her body. The past two days were excruciating. After their encounter, Amber said nothing else, grabbed her clothes and left without a further word. He didn’t sleep a wink on Friday only to watch the sun rise and set on Saturday. Sunday he strolled around his house like a lovesick puppy thinking up lies and scenarios for reasons for him showing up unannounced at their house and had to constrain himself from driving over to his brother’s uninvited. His whole disposition changed. The anticipation to get to Monday besieged him.

  He looked over at Tom and Jerry still squabbling, contemplated on how it would look if he got down on his knees—in the middle of the Assistant quad, no less—and begged Amber to continue their affair. But pride held him back, he was still an overconfident male and vowed never to allow another female reduce him to a groveling imbecile again, even if it was Amber. He felt like a helpless animal caught in a noose and humiliation surged his throat like vomit. “Well silence speaks volumes, doesn’t it?” He uttered in a twisted smile. “Listen Amber I thought we were friends. I thought I’d show you some preference.”

  Amber giggled, “I’m flattered.”

  Eduardo puffed up with contempt. “By your obvious nonsensical mind-set, it seems you want me to treat you indifferent.”

  Amber straight away swallowed her fun.

  “So here’s the exit I give to all my trysts,” Eduardo expressed disappointed, “Decide if you want to be on the receiving end.”

  Right before her very eyes, Eduardo showed her nothing but disrespect. His expression transformed from considerate and tender to cruel and glacial.

  “Since sex with you was all I wanted, my time with you was adequate. There won’t be a second time, so there’s no need for numbers.”

  Amber’s mouth slowly opened. She never, ever saw him so disconnected and inconsiderate! Amber watched in anxiety as Eduardo bent over to retrieve a briefcase and an overnight bag that he had hidden behind her desk. Amber’s heart began to thump. He’s leaving? All her mirth flew right out the office. Good Lord, why did she start this prank? Why did she choose to joke around instead of admitting she was happy to see him? Give in to that impulse of throwing her arms around his neck the moment he came near? Oh God, why didn’t she just answer the calls over the weekend? She heard the phone ringing but never answered it in fear it could be him. The entire weekend she found herself mourning his touch, his lips, the tranquility he supplied which left her homesick. Why di
d she feel she had to run away from the one thing that made her feel so absolutely complete?

  Tears formed at the back of her eyes, she wanted to wrap her arms around his broad shoulders and kiss him hard till his lips swelled. “That was brutal,” she voiced, blinking back tears. “I feel sorry for all those poor girls who’ve had to hear that.”

  Eduardo’s unfriendly demeanor melted at the sight of Amber wiping away the wetness. He held his belongings firmly in his hands in fear he might be throwing them at the wall anytime soon.

  “Where are you going?”

  Eduardo focused on a single tear that dripped down her cheek as she looked up, “To Sacramento to settle a case.”

  Amber wiped the moisture away from her skin only to feel others gushing out. “When you get back...will you hold me?”

  Eduardo shut his eyes in liberation. Amber just handed him that resolution. His heart leaped with joy within seeing those tears in her eyes and the regret proved further that she wanted to be with him too. “Oh I will,” he voiced huskily, “But I’ll be doing more than just holding you.”

  * * * * *

  How can she feel shame, when it felt so pure? Amber began an affair with not one-ounce of guilt. She wanted to feel remorse, she truly did, but all she felt was love, warmth, security and an undeniable connection. She was oftentimes bewildered how well her body fit within his when they were naked, how the rhythms of their kisses were identical and the pulse of their lovemaking exactly alike. It was as if she already knew how to please that man, and vice versa. There was no guesswork involved, all she had to do was just look at him and she knew exactly what he was thinking.

  Their physical attack unleashed a barrage of dormant passion and they frequented various motels up and down Sunset Boulevard who offered Daily Rates. Breaking off early each night, crashing through the motel door, barely making it to the bed, it was very challenging for either one of them to be apart for too long, their thrill for each other—on vivacity so high—it took hours to come down. They were like magnets, coming together with such concentration and such force; they barely had time to think about the aftermath.