He grabbed her hand and they went to take a taxi:
So cold here. How are you living here?
Living in waiting for hot Latinos
They laughed. He hugs her shoulders and kissed her hair. He smelled her and whispered- I'm feeling so hungry, hungry of you. I'm afraid my jeans zipper can break in any second. Just let us stay alone- Vicki felt how her ears and chicks getting red and hot. She was burning from inside of shy and of the wish which starts boring inside her with new strength. His zipper, she was thinking, his zipper is something she paid her attention in the first second she saw him. And now he is so near and so hot.
They took a taxi. On the way to the hotel where Amado rents a suite, they were talking about everything and nothing. she couldn’t look into his eyes. Amado grabbed Vicki in his hugs. All way she was absorbing his smell by her nose, her skin, by all of her feelings, she was wanting him to be inside her. She was trying to remember each moment.
When they arrived at the place first they went to have some lunch in the restaurant in down part. Vicki was shy to eat. She said that she is not hungry, who knows why, supposedly it is a cultural pressure, even when the woman was hungry in front of the man she was never showing it. Planning a little bird who is almost not eating anything and just drinking a tea. They drunk a glass of wine for a meeting. The wine plays its role and relax a Vicki. Her eyes changed to more calm and soft. Now Amado could ready clearly all her true wishes without her polite masks. He touches her leg by his leg under the table. He saw how her chicks became red. After wine, she starts to feel better and more free in her wishes and actions.
Her shyness was a special pleasure for him. He took her hand and held it on his chin, then touched his lips, gently pressed her fingers to them and kissed it. Then Vicki felt the degree of her excitement jump and she couldn’t control herself more. He continued to look into her eyes. She felt something very hot slip between her fingers, it was his tongue. He was playing with her. He watched her reaction, her embarrassment and excitement, which was read through her face. He portrayed how he would caress her there, down in her most sensitive part, and only from these frivolous games she grew unusually hot and she was ready to surrender to him there at the same moment.
He paid for a lunch and they went upstairs. They were not talking anymore just looking at each other.
He opened a door and throw the bag on the floor. Vicki enters to the apartment suite full of different thoughts trying to predict the nearest future. Suddenly Amado interrupted her by his hugs from behind and kisses. He leaned over, pressing his lips to her cheek with a light touch - and this slight touch sent a shiver through her nerves, a shiver that made her whole body tremble: "If you want to stop me, say it now," – he whispered. When she couldn't say anything, he touched her lips with a hollow in her temple. He ran a line through her chin. – “maybe now?” – His lips were dangerously close to her lips. – “ or now...just tell me” – But she pulled him to her, and the end of his words was lost at her lips. She was ready, ready to that action. She understood clearly in her head “ now or never”. He kissed her gently, gently, but she was not wanting softness, not now, not after all this waiting and expecting.
A little bit drunk with wine, he pushed her on the bed as soon as they crossed the threshold of his apartment suite. Vicki did not resist, she was wanted him not less. A furious smile curved her lips - they did it without letting each other out of their embrace! She didn’t know why she thought it was so important, but it was as if somehow it proved that nothing could ever separate them.
A low growl, a rough grunt more animal than the human, was the only sound that Amado issued when he rolled her and tightly pressed his mouth to hers. His rock-hard body pressed against her softness, his thighs were rubbed into the cradle of her hips, and through the beat of her heart, she was already choking with lust. It was enough for the man to look at her so that she felt weak from desire, but when the hot, thick firmness of his flesh settled between her legs, she became super crazy from it. How much she was needed that. Each time it dried up in her mouth, and she felt her shiver shake from head to toe in anticipation of all those delicious things that he would do with her. In all the ways he touched her and tasted her, with all the special demands that he presented to her and which she loved to do. He was constantly whispering to her in Spanish: "Te gusta, dime, amor...”
She yielded, greedily taking it all, clasping her hands around his strong neck, plunging her fingers into his wet hair. With a mouth tightly pressed to her mouth, his kiss was dominant and yet very tempting, demanding and begging yet. He greedily pulled off this fucking green dress from her. When he slid his hands under her red bra, unbuttoning it, he took her breasts in his huge muscling palms, she heaved a breath in his lips. There, she thought vaguely, oh, yes. He played with her nipples, rolled them between his fingers, gently sipped, and she felt her breasts swell under his hands, becoming painfully sensitive.
When he suddenly broke away from her, she screamed, reaching for him, trying to pull him back on herself, but he broke out of her grasp and sat, leaning on the heels at her feet. – "Please," – she breathed. He gave her a merciless smile – "Please, what?" – His weight was so heavy over her that she could barely breathe. When his lips slide on the back of her neck, she whimpered. When his teeth closed on her in a small love bite, she practically screamed. She was dizzy excited, hot. Then his big hand was again on her face, oh, how she like it, if he only knew, his finger slipped between her lips, and she sucked it in, wanting to take and try any part of him that she could only reach. With his other hand, he slides down, directly under her panties and his fingers ruthlessly began to explore her defenseless tender folds, distributing moisture, smoothly sliding and stroking. While his hardened masculinity was pushed into her ass, he put a finger in her and deeply plunged it.
Vicky screamed and pressed his hand. Yes, oh, yes - that was what she needed! Weak, intermittent sounds flew from her lips as he skilfully slipped the second finger into her until he reached her peaks of vivid sensations. Gently, but ruthlessly, he enters inside, covering her naked neck and shoulders with searing, greedy, open-mouth kisses, alternating with small bites. He was her most intimate fantasy in the last months, turned into reality. She dreamed of this, about him, mastering her as if there was no such power on the Earth that could prevent it.
Then he pressed himself, thick and hard as steel, to those soft, gentle folds, and she let out a sweet painful, helpless sound. She saw him. She knew that she was approaching, but she did not think that he was so big and paved – "Sh-sh",– he whispered to her ear, making his way further – "I cannot," – she sobbed as he began to push inside. The pressure of his trying to enter it was too strong:
"You can."
"No!"
"Hush, honey."
He enters inside. Although she desperately wanted to get him inside herself, her body resisted the invasion. He was too big, and she just did not do anything like that for a long time and, frankly speaking, she never had sex with anyone like that. He put under her hips the pillow, lifting her up above and she lay like that at the right angle.
Then his full weight was again on her. With one strong hand, he wrapped her shoulders, the other with her hips.
He rubbed her back and forth between her legs until she began to hug him violently. Under this new angle, she felt defenseless and vulnerable, like a girl, but knew that it would be so much easier for him to enter it. He pushed her inside, feeling a kind of relief coming over him, his breathing with hissing escaped through clenched teeth. She gasped, trying with all of her to contain the piercing thickness of his flesh. And when she was already sure that he had plunged to the limit, that she had got him all, he made the last jerk with a roar, even deeper, and she whimpered helplessly. – "I'm in you, my dear…" – His voice was a deep roar in her ear. – "I am a part of you now…Enough of romance, now I will I'll fuck you the way I need. So, as I dreamed about it from the moment I saw you. "
Vict
oria felt how much she want him to move and did what he promised. She wanted everything: tenderness and savagery, a man and a beast at the same moment.
He laughed hoarsely, his hand slipped between her pelvis and the crumpled cloth underneath him, penetrated into her folds, exposing her taut bud. He lightly struck it with his finger, and she almost cried out. Heartbeat, two more. He gently hit again. "Is this what you want?" He said in a velvety voice. His touch was skillful, painful, real torture, not entirely sufficient, measured with the unquestionable skill of a man who knew a woman's body as well as she.
"Yes," – she gasped.
"Soon," – he growled, "I'll taste you here." He gently touched the thumb pad of her hard bud.
Vicky hit the bed with her hands and closed her eyes tightly.
He pressed his lips to her ear and whispered in a passionate, sensual voice:
Do you feel like you can not breathe without me inside of you?
Yes, – she sobbed, vaguely aware of what was happening
Victoria, today I am yours, and everything you want from me is yours too. – Grabbing her face with his large palm, he turned her head to the side and, covering her mouth with his mouth, simultaneously sank deep and continued, rubbing her hips in circular movements about her ass, driving her flesh into him. When she arched up to him, he squeezed his hand around her waist and deepened the kiss, his tongue breaking into the rhythm with the lower part of the body, simultaneously piercing her. The tension that twisted her body suddenly exploded, flooding her with the most exquisite sensation she had ever felt in her entire fifty years. it was a deep tremor in her very core, immensely stronger, and she screamed his name while she finished.
He continued to pierce evenly until she loosened beneath him, then he pulled her hips up and onto himself, putting her on his knees, and began to drive her flesh into her again, the weight of his testicles hit hard against her hot, aching skin. With every piercing blow, she sobbed, unable to contain the stiff sounds that flew from her lips: "Oh, God, Vicki," – he groaned. Rolling with her on his side, he wrapped his waist around with his own hands and squeezed so tightly that she could barely breathe, and plunged. And he stabbed, his thighs vigorously arched beneath her.
He exhaled her name when he had finished, and a tear-stained note in his voice, a couple of hands, so intimately moving between her legs, plunged her into another swift orgasm. When she reached the top again, it happened with such intensity that the edges of darkness gently closed around her.
When she stepped away from the dreamy half-dream, he was still inside. And still firm. That was that first night, unbelievable night. The night she will never forget. At her fifty with this young man, she felt her alive again.
* * *
Sunday
She woke up seems like with smile on her face. Light of winter sun was entering through curtains. Vicki couldn’t believe her self, couldn't believe that all of what happened last night was true and with her. She looks around, he was not there.Then she heard steps. It was he. Full necked without anything just with cups of coffee in the hands. It was the best coffee ever. His cock was so big, already with a morning erection. He said- oh Vicki, he is saying good morning to you- that makes her laugh and feeling shy at the same time. She was drinking coffee but all her thoughts were about him. She was looking at him and imagining him as a masterpiece. So beautiful he was, she could compare only with the Greece statue. Perfect shapes and perfect proportions. A morning from her erotic dreams.they were drinking coffee and all her thoughts flew to the yesterday night - How incredibly was to feel all his weight on me. I felt him - all, him, so strong and big- He pressed to her and the snorts of his shaving cream, shampoo, and a unique aroma ... his very. The most delicious scent that I she could only imagine. She wants to breathe it, lick it, eat it, drink it ... His lips taste like honey. And although he has a small bristle on his cheeks, and she tickles her skin, everything is equal to her, She realized that she is completely all right. His hands are everywhere and it is unimportant that he actually saddled her, she felt that she Is wanting him closer, closer, closer ...
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chapter
After coffee
I am alive. Oh, my God, I'm alive. Never in my life, I haven’t felt so alive. I sit cross-legged, naked, around me crumpled cotton white sheets. Life is a sensual banquet, and I revel in it. I need only his body, his electrifying touch, those primitive, intimate things that he did to me yesterday. His hands on my body, his teeth and tongue, and especially the heavy one, between his legs. Sometimes I was kissing it. I was licking it. Then it is covered with perspiration, radiating hunger and tension under my lips. I hold his hips and tease him. It makes me feel powerful and alive.
He came back to the bed.-“You are the most beautiful man I've ever seen," – I told him. –‘’You are perfect’’.
He makes a muffled sound and mutters something, He talks a lot of mysterious things. I admire the supernatural grace of his body. Dark, strong, he walks quietly, like a huge beast, and it is evident how his muscles roll. His swarthy, tanned skin, huge ocean-colored eyes, his musky smell, burning dark hair. It's so exotic, so exciting. It's huge. For the first time, I could not even immediately take it. He fills me, sates to the limit. Until he is no longer in me, and I am again devastated. I know we have the last day today. I want to use each second.
I stand on all fours and seductively expose my butt. I know that he cannot resist my ass. When he looks at it, his expression becomes so funny. He turns into a savage, his lips tightly compressed, his gaze becomes heavy. Sometimes he looks away sharply.
Suddenly he rotated me and made me stand up. He slowly kissed, opening his mouth wide, thin, sensitive skin of my hips and upper legs. Grabbing my ass with both hands, he pulled me thighs toward him, and his velvety tongue penetrated deeply, sliding over my tense bud, and even deeper.
The legs buckled and I cried out his name. He did not let me down, but he picked me up and made me stand up, his dark head between my legs, his long hair sliding like silk over my skin. He is making me crazy.Slowly, he unfolded it in his hands, showering hot kisses every inch of me, my watering and teasing, his fingers sliding in the moisture between my hips. He is crazy, what is he doing with me. All I can - to follow him. Experiencing the desperate need to get him inside, just as his grip eased slightly, I sank to all fours on the ground and gazed affectionately at him over my shoulder, moistening my lips.
He made a muffled sound, his breathing whistling through clenched teeth.
"Oh, my dear, my Victoria, my Queen," – he said reproachfully – ‘’ I tried to be gentle, but my desires are stronger than me.’’ – and then he was on it, covering it with his big, firm body, making his way into it.
"You'll be gentle later," – she said breathlessly – ‘’ Now be tough and fast. I want to feel your power on myself, I want to feel that I don’t have enough air to breathe. I want to choke with pleasure.”
As always, her sexy latino was ready to do anything to please. He held her firmly by the hips, pulling her from behind.She hit him like a wave hits the cliff, and he met her with a fierce force of granite - my anchor amid the roaring chaos.
practically unconscious, hovering in the clouds with pleasure, held only by his hands, she screamed with a quiet, half-choked cry of a siren dragged along by the wave. And she heard his cry back, so helpless, she realized that she served him well ...
they tried to get out of the womb of the world, wet, emitting steam, with rubber from stress and passion legs and hands.
She again fell to her knees on the soft carpet, near the bed, Amado, trying to help me, fell by the side of a mountain of unconscious muscles and beauty. Helplessly giggling, drunk more from love than from wine, we fell in strong hugs and interlacing all parts of the body among themselves.
All evening we spend not going out from the bed. Repeating, again and again, our love. I was feeling us like rabbits. We fucked like two times more until we do not lose all our strength and energy.
We fell on the soft silk sheets like a yellow, tan leaves in autumn falling on the grass under the onset of hot sunlight without any power to resist them more.
We slept in hugs. He enveloped me with his flushed body, with my back I could feel his breath, his greedy, hot breath. Down on the level of my ass, I felt how his cock, still big, but softer touching my soft skin. He was sleeping between my legs, so tired, so soft, so tender. His big hands, there were sleeping my breast. I have never been feeling more protected than in his big hands.
I felt full and empty at the same time. This young man refilled me with him full. The smile is not going out from my face. I’m feeling my life is starting just now.
Of course, I am not stupid. I know, we cannot have any future. I’m too old for him. But this weekends changed me and the way of my life forever. I will save him in my heart until my last day. It is not a lie that Latinos are the best lovers. He discovered a woman in me. I am very pleasant to him.
The day was almost finished. We woke up full hungry. We called pizza and in one hour it was on our table. Cannot stop looking at him. How wild he is eating his piece. I'm looking and cannot believe this adventure is happening with me and I am here and now a part of it. How amazing was this weekend? Seems like Father Frost heard my requests. Maybe just for two days, doesn’t matter, because at list this two days I was so happy like never before. I was a real woman, how it should be.
Tomorrow early morning he will leave. I understand how fleeting time. I don’t want to lose any minute, my minute, second, hour with him. I want to enjoy our last moments. I jumped under the blanket into his hugs, as I felt his young cock was already ready again, touching me so hard from down. I sit on top. He is bursting me from within:
Yes, babe, let's do it again
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