across to the hollow of his throat, and flicked her tongue out to taste his skin as she pushed the shirt from his shoulders, down his arms. She slid her hands back up, tracing the defined muscles in his arms, and drew in a breath to see a tattoo of an intricate cross on his upper arm, almost identical to her necklace.
"I never thought you'd have a tattoo."
"No?” He covered her hand tracing the tattoo with his own hand, keeping his gaze on her. “Why not?"
"You're kind of ... serious."
"And tattoos are not?"
"Mm-mm.” She brushed her mouth over the cap of his shoulder. Why did the sight of a tattoo on his skin make her want to lick his entire body?
Okay, to be fair, she wanted to do that before she saw the tattoo.
She glided her hands down his chest, following them with her mouth. He traced his fingers in circles on her thighs as she slipped his belt free from the buckle and unfastened his pants. His cock strained against his briefs, and she stroked a teasing caress down the length of him before peeling the fabric away. She couldn't resist another tease, blowing warmly over him, touching her tongue to the rigid head of him. He twitched under her attention, and she felt an answering throb in her cunt. She wanted him so much, but she'd waited so long to savor him, for him to savor her. She couldn't rush it now.
She urged his slacks over his hips, down his muscular legs, and could imagine the roughness of the hair of them between her thighs.
"You have me naked,” he said, bracing his hands behind him on the table, his cock thrusting up, thick and dark, reflected in the screen on the wall. “Now what?"
"Now.” She scooted up beside him, smelling her own musk, feeling the wetness between her legs thicken as she curved her hand around his heavy shaft. “Now I want you to undress me. And,” the word stopped him when he reached for her hem, “I want you to speak Spanish."
"You don't understand Spanish.” His fingers were under her hem now, high on the back of her thigh.
"I don't need to know what you're saying. I just—it would really be sexy."
"Yes, okay.” He tugged her leg, urging her over him. “Just don't make me translate while we're making love. I can't switch like that."
Make love. He'd never used those words before and those turned her on more than anything. She straddled him, shoving her skirt up, the hair of his thighs brushing the tender flesh between her own. His hands caressed the outsides of her legs as she bumped her hips closer to his cock, brushing the damp fabric of her silk panties along it.
Her hair tumbled forward over her shoulder, caught in the hair of his chest, and he scooped it back over her shoulder, out of his way. Then he cupped her jaw and kissed her as he fumbled with her skirt fastener. He couldn't get it, so he dragged the garment up her body and over her head, with much wriggling that only settled her cunt closer to his erection. Her muscles clenched in longing as he slipped the blouse down her arms, unhooked her bra, letting her breasts spill free into his hands.
She curved her hand around the back of his neck and leaned close, brushing her breasts against his strong chest. He murmured Spanish words against her skin as he coursed his hands down her back, over her hips, before he flipped her onto her back and eased off of her.
"Spread your legs,” he said in Spanish, then repeated in English, nudging her knees apart, then sliding his palm down her stomach to her cunt, spreading her labia with his fingers.
"Can you see? On the screen?” he asked, burying his lips in the hollow beneath her ear as his finger stroked along her cleft, dipping inside her, circling lightly, teasingly before sliding back up to her clit.
"Mm."
Watching him make the movements across the room while feeling them was disconcerting, but she'd never seen her pussy like this, larger than life, shiny with arousal, swollen and pink. Vicente's dark fingers were a sharp contrast and he slipped one,
"I never thought you'd have a tattoo."
"No?” He covered her hand tracing the tattoo with his own hand, keeping his gaze on her. “Why not?"
"You're kind of ... serious."
"And tattoos are not?"
"Mm-mm.” She brushed her mouth over the cap of his shoulder. Why did the sight of a tattoo on his skin make her want to lick his entire body?
Okay, to be fair, she wanted to do that before she saw the tattoo.
She glided her hands down his chest, following them with her mouth. He traced his fingers in circles on her thighs as she slipped his belt free from the buckle and unfastened his pants. His cock strained against his briefs, and she stroked a teasing caress down the length of him before peeling the fabric away. She couldn't resist another tease, blowing warmly over him, touching her tongue to the rigid head of him. He twitched under her attention, and she felt an answering throb in her cunt. She wanted him so much, but she'd waited so long to savor him, for him to savor her. She couldn't rush it now.
She urged his slacks over his hips, down his muscular legs, and could imagine the roughness of the hair of them between her thighs.
"You have me naked,” he said, bracing his hands behind him on the table, his cock thrusting up, thick and dark, reflected in the screen on the wall. “Now what?"
"Now.” She scooted up beside him, smelling her own musk, feeling the wetness between her legs thicken as she curved her hand around his heavy shaft. “Now I want you to undress me. And,” the word stopped him when he reached for her hem, “I want you to speak Spanish."
"You don't understand Spanish.” His fingers were under her hem now, high on the back of her thigh.
"I don't need to know what you're saying. I just—it would really be sexy."
"Yes, okay.” He tugged her leg, urging her over him. “Just don't make me translate while we're making love. I can't switch like that."
Make love. He'd never used those words before and those turned her on more than anything. She straddled him, shoving her skirt up, the hair of his thighs brushing the tender flesh between her own. His hands caressed the outsides of her legs as she bumped her hips closer to his cock, brushing the damp fabric of her silk panties along it.
Her hair tumbled forward over her shoulder, caught in the hair of his chest, and he scooped it back over her shoulder, out of his way. Then he cupped her jaw and kissed her as he fumbled with her skirt fastener. He couldn't get it, so he dragged the garment up her body and over her head, with much wriggling that only settled her cunt closer to his erection. Her muscles clenched in longing as he slipped the blouse down her arms, unhooked her bra, letting her breasts spill free into his hands.
She curved her hand around the back of his neck and leaned close, brushing her breasts against his strong chest. He murmured Spanish words against her skin as he coursed his hands down her back, over her hips, before he flipped her onto her back and eased off of her.
"Spread your legs,” he said in Spanish, then repeated in English, nudging her knees apart, then sliding his palm down her stomach to her cunt, spreading her labia with his fingers.
"Can you see? On the screen?” he asked, burying his lips in the hollow beneath her ear as his finger stroked along her cleft, dipping inside her, circling lightly, teasingly before sliding back up to her clit.
"Mm."
Watching him make the movements across the room while feeling them was disconcerting, but she'd never seen her pussy like this, larger than life, shiny with arousal, swollen and pink. Vicente's dark fingers were a sharp contrast and he slipped one,
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