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understand why you’re attracted to him. But, if you don’t want the drama I would break it off now.”
She decided to steer the conversation away from their love lives, and they chattered about nothing while they enjoyed their drinks.
“By the way,” Sherry added as she set her empty glass down. “I found a flat that I'm going to rent for the next three to four months. Once I move in I'm going to throw a party."
"Really?” Marie’s eyes lit up. “That’s so exciting! Where is it?"
"It's on Rue Montmartre in the second district, close to my job. It's really nice. I'm going to talk to Sophie, my agent, tomorrow and hopefully I can move in by the weekend."
"Should we plan for a party on Saturday?" Marie asked, and Sherry could already see the wheels turning in her friend’s head. The woman loved to throw parties.
"I'll call you after I talk to Sophie tomorrow."
Marie looked at her watch and sighed. "I’d love to talk more, but it’s getting late and I have to work tomorrow. Do you want me to drop you off at your hotel?"
"Please."
Marie dropped her off, with the promise that they would get together again soon. Sherry showered and changed into a short blue jean skirt and white halter top that molded her breast. She put on her stilettos, grabbed an overnight bag, and went outside the hotel to flag down a cab.
When she arrived, she went to the door and rang the buzzer.
“Hello?” Roberto’s voice, low and husky, crackled out of the speaker.
“It’s me,” Sherry responded. “I’m accepting your invitation to come back.”
He buzzed her in, and when she arrived up at his suite the first thing she noticed was the heavenly aroma of Italian cooking wafting on the air. She followed the smell to his kitchen and saw that he had two plates heaped with spaghetti and meatballs set on the island. Her stomach rumbled happily—it was one of her favorite Italian dishes.
“You were expecting me,” she said as she settled herself onto a barstool.
“I was hopeful,” Roberto corrected as he sat down beside her. They ate their meal in silence, and when they were done he pushed the dishes aside, rucked her denim skirt up over her hips, and lifted her onto the island.
“Is this dessert?” Sherry asked breathlessly as he spread her legs and leaned his head down between them.”
“You could say that,” he agreed, and then started licking and sucking at her pussy. She writhed and moaned, her bare ass sliding against the marble counter—she hadn’t worn anything beneath the skirt, knowing that it would all be coming off.
“Roberto,” she gasped as he tongue-fucked her, then sucked her clit hard. “Oh, Jesus.” She came hard, and he lapped up her juices like a cat licking up a bowl of cream.
“Mmm, bellisima, you taste so good,” he growled, unzipping his pants. He leaned her back until her legs were high in the air; her knees hooked over his shoulders, and then slid his cock inside her. She cried out as he fucked her, first slowly, then picking up the pace until the dishes on the counter next to them rattled and her entire body was shaking and shivering in ecstasy. As soon as she came, he pulled out of her and squirted his seed onto her stomach.
“We’re like fucking rabbits,” she panted when her head had cleared, reaching for a paper towel from the nearby dispenser so she could clean herself off.
“I hope I’m at least better than a rabbit,” he muttered, and she laughed.
“Baby, believe me, you’re the best I’ve ever had.” She circled her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. “But if you feel you’ve got to prove it, you have all night to do so. I’m not going anywhere.”
He grinned and picked her up before carrying her off to the bedroom. They didn’t get very much sleep that night.
Chapter 7
The sound of the door opening awoke her, and she rolled over to look at the clock, as was her habit. When she focused her eyes and got a good look at the time, she shot
She decided to steer the conversation away from their love lives, and they chattered about nothing while they enjoyed their drinks.
“By the way,” Sherry added as she set her empty glass down. “I found a flat that I'm going to rent for the next three to four months. Once I move in I'm going to throw a party."
"Really?” Marie’s eyes lit up. “That’s so exciting! Where is it?"
"It's on Rue Montmartre in the second district, close to my job. It's really nice. I'm going to talk to Sophie, my agent, tomorrow and hopefully I can move in by the weekend."
"Should we plan for a party on Saturday?" Marie asked, and Sherry could already see the wheels turning in her friend’s head. The woman loved to throw parties.
"I'll call you after I talk to Sophie tomorrow."
Marie looked at her watch and sighed. "I’d love to talk more, but it’s getting late and I have to work tomorrow. Do you want me to drop you off at your hotel?"
"Please."
Marie dropped her off, with the promise that they would get together again soon. Sherry showered and changed into a short blue jean skirt and white halter top that molded her breast. She put on her stilettos, grabbed an overnight bag, and went outside the hotel to flag down a cab.
When she arrived, she went to the door and rang the buzzer.
“Hello?” Roberto’s voice, low and husky, crackled out of the speaker.
“It’s me,” Sherry responded. “I’m accepting your invitation to come back.”
He buzzed her in, and when she arrived up at his suite the first thing she noticed was the heavenly aroma of Italian cooking wafting on the air. She followed the smell to his kitchen and saw that he had two plates heaped with spaghetti and meatballs set on the island. Her stomach rumbled happily—it was one of her favorite Italian dishes.
“You were expecting me,” she said as she settled herself onto a barstool.
“I was hopeful,” Roberto corrected as he sat down beside her. They ate their meal in silence, and when they were done he pushed the dishes aside, rucked her denim skirt up over her hips, and lifted her onto the island.
“Is this dessert?” Sherry asked breathlessly as he spread her legs and leaned his head down between them.”
“You could say that,” he agreed, and then started licking and sucking at her pussy. She writhed and moaned, her bare ass sliding against the marble counter—she hadn’t worn anything beneath the skirt, knowing that it would all be coming off.
“Roberto,” she gasped as he tongue-fucked her, then sucked her clit hard. “Oh, Jesus.” She came hard, and he lapped up her juices like a cat licking up a bowl of cream.
“Mmm, bellisima, you taste so good,” he growled, unzipping his pants. He leaned her back until her legs were high in the air; her knees hooked over his shoulders, and then slid his cock inside her. She cried out as he fucked her, first slowly, then picking up the pace until the dishes on the counter next to them rattled and her entire body was shaking and shivering in ecstasy. As soon as she came, he pulled out of her and squirted his seed onto her stomach.
“We’re like fucking rabbits,” she panted when her head had cleared, reaching for a paper towel from the nearby dispenser so she could clean herself off.
“I hope I’m at least better than a rabbit,” he muttered, and she laughed.
“Baby, believe me, you’re the best I’ve ever had.” She circled her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. “But if you feel you’ve got to prove it, you have all night to do so. I’m not going anywhere.”
He grinned and picked her up before carrying her off to the bedroom. They didn’t get very much sleep that night.
Chapter 7
The sound of the door opening awoke her, and she rolled over to look at the clock, as was her habit. When she focused her eyes and got a good look at the time, she shot
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