by Yvette Hines
“Always sassy.” His husky voice held a warning tone.
The sound of something snapping open should have warned her.
His hands palmed her ass, squeezing, massaging. One of his fingers slid inside of her tight bottom, cold and slick then was gone, to return its icy wetness as two fingers entered her. The invasion was forbidden and exciting, causing her to press into his questing fingers as they moved to and from her body.
When the third finger entered, she felt nervous anticipation build inside of her.
With his free hand, Roberto pushed her hair away from her face and gazed intently.
The sight of his hand moving between her spread cheeks caused her desire to increase. Her sex pulsed and her juices flowed anew.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered without hesitation.
Winking at her, he removed his hand once again then leaned toward her, guiding his cock into her. Resuming the rhythm of his hand, he pressed into her, stretching her virgin flesh in small increments before retreating. He pushed a little deeper each time, opening her to the foreign and wicked penetration.
She wanted to scream, resist and beg for more each time.
Reaching around her body, he began to caress her clit and the slippery lips of her sex in time with his strokes. Giving into his fondling, she relaxed into him, splaying her legs wider. She arched her hips and rotated against his groin until he was seated deep inside.
She panted and moaned, feeling both sinful and excited from the hedonistic act, but fully enjoying his full thrust.
By the time he encouraged her to press her shoulders toward the mattress, she was begging for him to take her hard. She cried out for more as he pumped into her, inflaming her ass as two of his fingers continued to strum a tune along her sex. Those same torturous fingers entered her drenched center and fucked her along with his hard, engorged cock, and she went wild. Delilah bucked and slammed herself against him.
Until she came violently, screaming out her release. As she clenched and flexed both of her walls around him, it pushed him over the edge with her, and together they collapsed breathlessly on the bed.
Gently, he slipped out of her, gathered her quivering body against his and kissed her on the side of her brow. “I do believe you may be the death of me.”
Exhausted, she laughed and smiled at him. “You can’t get out of it that easy. You promised me more than just one night, and I’m going to hold you to it.”
“It will be my pleasure to fulfill our agreement, mi cereza oscura hermosa.”
Epilogue
“Oh, my goodness, Roberto, I am beat.” Delilah stepped off the elevator into the executive suite on the top floor of Torres Towers.
Wiping his hand on the dish towel, he tossed it to the counter and moved across the room to her. Wordless, he took her suitcase from her and set it down then pulled her into his arms. Claiming her lips he allowed his kiss to show her how much she had been missed.
When the kiss ended, he licked his lips, tasting more of her minty sweetness as he watched her open her lovely eyes slowly.
“Wow, what a welcome.” She smiled.
“Mi cacao de cereza, it is good to have you home.” A few months after they had begun dating, Delilah rented out her home and moved in with him. In the last six months, he had felt more fulfilled than at any time in his life. Last month they had taken two weeks off, visited his family, who loved her, and then spent a week with hers. While they were with her family, a lot smaller than his, he and her father had a few man to man discussions.
“How was Atlanta?”
“Hot, and it’s still a month away from summer.” She unbuttoned her blazer.
Stepping behind her, he slipped it from her arms.
“How did the meetings go?”Draping her jacket over his forearm, he carried it and her suitcase into their room.
“Amazing,” she called after him. “Hmm, something smells delicious.”
When he returned to the front room she was peeping into the pot on the stove and about to pull the oven open.
“It’s conejo al vino tinto.”
She giggled. “I have no clue what you just said.”
“It is rabbit in red wine sauce. I also have homemade rosemary bread in the oven.”
“You know I love your cooking.”
“I wanted to treat my lady with a special night, help you relax.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the side of her neck.
“You are so sweet.” She turned her head to the side and kissed him.
“If you keep kissing me, dinner will burn.”
She caressed his cheek. “That would not be fair after all the hard work you’ve been doing in the kitchen. You know I love your cooking.”
“Thank mi madre. She made sure we all knew our way around the kitchen.”
“With eleven children, she had enough help.” She smiled.
The grin on her beautiful lips sent a jolt to his heart. He loved everything about her.
“So, come.” He took her hand and led her into the living room. “Dinner still has about forty minutes before we can eat.”
Once he had her settled on the couch he slipped her shoes off, pulled her feet into his lap and began massaging them.
“Oh, that feels so good,” she moaned as she leaned back against the opposite arm of the coach.
“Tell me of your trip. How was meeting Mr. Perry?”
“He and his entire staff were wonderful.” Her face was glowing as she filled him in on her meeting with the entrepreneur, director and film star. He was looking at building a satellite office in Charlotte for a few upcoming films he would be shooting in the area as well as a few other projects. Through mutual contacts of Roberto’s, Timothy had found out Précis Touch and was looking at contracting them for the design work.
Since their romance had become public, something that for once, Roberto did not attempt to hide, Delilah’s company name had begun to reach various business tycoons' ears. Many of them had begun to arrange meetings.
“I know you don’t need me to say it, but I am very proud of you.”
She blew him a kiss. “I love making you proud. I love you.”
As she stared up toward the ceiling, visualizing the different décor, as she continued to tell him about the various ideas she already had for the studio if everything came to fruition, he moved subtly. Continuing to massage her foot with one hand, he slipped his other hand beneath the side cushion of the couch until his finger wrapped around the object he stashed there early in the day.
He knew his woman; she would be able to go on for at least an hour when it came to her visions of interior design and remodeling. Popping the top open to the small box, he removed the ring and in a cunning move he slipped it onto her second toe.
Then he allowed the heel of her left foot to rest in his palm then sat and waited.
Being extremely sensitive when it came to her feet, Roberto did not have to wait long.
“So, I was thinking pale gold with a trim of—“ She raised her upper body high on her elbows, frowning. “Why does it feel like something is stuck between my…”
He smiled as he watched her mouth and eyes both stretch wide as they fixed on the pear-shaped pink diamond ring.
“You were enjoying laying out your descriptions so well, I didn’t want to disturb you,” he jested.
“Oh my God, Roberto…” her eyes began to fill with water as she sat all the way up, her gaze shifting from her foot to his eyes.
“I’ve already received permission from you father to marry you, but as much as I like him, he’s not the one I want to hear yes from.”Gently, he slipped the ring from her toes then kneeled with one knee on the floor beside her.
“Oh my God…” The tears were now rolling down her cheeks. “You talked to dad.”
He nodded. “Delilah Reynolds. I have loved you since the first moment I saw you almost five years ago.” He cupped the side of her face, as he held the rin
g before her in his other hand. “Even before I knew you, you became a part of my life. What I thought about when I was having a bad day. Who I dreamed about when everything was going well.”
Silent, she cupped his hand and pressed it tighter to her face, her tears bathing them both.
“I love you, mi hermosa cerezo. Will you marry me?”
“Sí, mi amor. Yo seré tu esposa y tú serás mi marido.” She leaned in and whispered against his lips.
His mind easily translated her words, ‘Yes, my love. I will be your wife and you will be my husband.’
He kissed her deeply then leaned back. “Someone has been practicing.”
She giggled. “Maybe a little. A girl can only hope.”
Laughing with her, he placed the ring on her left hand.
“Who says a red-head can’t wear pink?” A smile stretched her plump mouth wide.
“You’re already swamped with contract requests just dating me. It will be worse once we are married. Maybe you should just cut your losses and flee.”
“Not on your life. “ She pulled his face closer to hers. “I love you. Nothing is more important to me than becoming your wife. Not even my business.”
“I feel the same.” Wrapping his arms around her, he feasted on her lips, igniting his desire. Leaning her back against the couch he began plucking open the buttons of her blouse. When he had barely made it to the third button, revealing her black lacy bra, the timer for the bread went off.
Groaning, he stared down at her. “Don’t refasten your top. I’m going to get dinner on the table, but as soon as the meal is over, I’m going to finish showing you how much I missed you this week.”
He left her on the couch and went to the kitchen to turn off the stove and pull the homemade bread out.
“Roberto.”
He turned around at hearing the sexy drawl of his name. He almost dropped the plate in his hand when he saw Delilah standing four feet behind him wearing only her see-through lace and matching panties. The panties were so sheer he could see the plump lips of her sex clearly outlined.
“I decided I’m not so hungry right now. I’d rather celebrate my engagement to a wonderful, mysterious man who has brought love and true passion into my life.”
She turned, stepped to the table and took the bottle of wine out of the cooler bucket, showing him the thong back of the panties that emphasized the high curves of her ass.
“What do you think?” Giving him a glance over her shoulder that was more than slightly sinful, she licked her lips.
“I think rabbit reheats very well, mi cerezo.” Setting the plate on the counter, he crossed the room to the woman who showed him the true beauty in living.
About the Author
I’m just Yvette Hines. An erotica author who loves pleasurable hours between the sheets, whether it is a blended tale of interracial lovers, the clandestine bite and wicked passion of a paranormal lover or the sting of a commanding whip against tender flesh. Even better, make my day and toss in two gorgeously decadent men who only want to pleasure their woman. Oooh, yeah, now we’re talking. I write erotica because I love it.
I’m a Scorpio, so I’m sensual by nature and that just makes me naughty. I’ve been penning erotic tales, on the hedonistic side of romance genre, since 2007. I’m married to my best friend. A guy who makes me laugh ‘til I can’t breathe. A man who steals my breath every time he walks into a room.
I enjoy long walks on the beach… Well, I do, but really, I love meeting readers, going to conferences, writing with my fellow authors in a coffee shop, attending BDSM events and Christmas. What do I write? Short and Sexy, Sensual Erotica. Yup, that’s me, SASSE Yvette Hines.
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