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looked puzzled. “But why? Don’t you want everybody to know?”
She shook her head. “Not yet,” she said. “First, I want to tell my father. I don’t want it to be a surprise for him. You understand what I mean?”
Frans nodded. “Yes,” he said. “I know that you treasure your father, and I think that’s good.”
“Yes,” Bianca agreed. “He brought me up by himself, and I think I owe it to him.” Then she added, “Plus, this is Niki’s birthday, and I don’t want to steal any of her thunder, you know?”
“I understand,” he said. “She’s the big boss, and it’s her party.”
“Exactly,” Bianca said.
Azad pulled up in front of the Upper East Side high-rise. “Oh, we’re home,” she said.
“We can celebrate,” Frans said, winking at her.
Bianca looked at her watch. “There’s just enough time.”
In the vast monochromatic expanse of Bianca’s bedroom, Frans slid a Luther Vandross CD into the player and turned the volume down low. Bianca pushed a button built in to her bedside table, and hundreds of yards of beige silk draperies automatically slid across the floor-to-ceiling windows that composed two walls of the beautiful room. The views of Manhattan and Queens were spectacular from her aerie, but she preferred the insular protection of a womblike enclosure for their lovemaking.
Frans crossed the thick, soft carpeting to her, his sensuous lips framed in a smile. Encircling her with his arms, he drew her close. Bianca returned his kiss as she put her arms around him, running her hands up and down his long, muscular back and up into his tousled blond hair. His tongue delved between her lips and explored her with desire while his hands trailed down her back and cupped her firm, rounded cheeks, then pulled her against his hard, powerful body.
Bianca sighed with pleasure. She could already feel the swell in his leather jeans, and she held on to him tightly, as if to a lifeline. Frans began kissing and licking her ears, then traced a feathery pattern around her long, slender neck with his tongue. His hands moved up her spine, massaging her along the way before coming to rest on her breasts. He began caressing them through her clothing, and Bianca felt her body tremble with desire.
Frans drew back and gazed into her eyes. “Let me undress you,” he whispered.
She let him slip the black cashmere sweater she wore over her head. Her black shoulder-length hair was a mess, but she didn’t care. He drew her close and kissed the cleavage between her ample breasts while undoing the single hook that kept her black bra in place. When her breasts sprang free, Frans moaned with passion, first caressing them with his hands, then bending to them and kissing and licking each one. Bianca mewled with carnal delight when she felt his tongue on her nipples, thrumming them in turn, until they hardened with desire. She felt jolts of electric pleasure rush through her body, from her spine to her extremities.
Straightening up, Frans kissed her lips again, then went down on his knees and unzipped her high-heeled boots one at a time. After he freed her of her skirt, he remained on his knees and slid her panty hose off. He looked up into her eyes again while placing his hands on her buttocks, stroking them gently. When he buried his face between her thighs, Bianca cried out and held his head once more, her fingers intertwined with his long blond hair. She felt his lips kiss her, his tongue enter her, and the pleasure was exquisite.
“Frans,” she whispered.“Oh, Frans . . . I . . . I . . . oh . . .”
He quickly stood up and wrapped his arms around her nakedness. “Oh, Bianca,” he said, “I love you. I love you so much.”
“And I love you,” she rasped. “I love you, too.”
He pulled off his heavy sweater in one swift motion, tossing it to the floor, then slipped his T-shirt over his head and flung it away. He kicked off his scuffed boots, pulled off his socks, and undid his belt. He
She shook her head. “Not yet,” she said. “First, I want to tell my father. I don’t want it to be a surprise for him. You understand what I mean?”
Frans nodded. “Yes,” he said. “I know that you treasure your father, and I think that’s good.”
“Yes,” Bianca agreed. “He brought me up by himself, and I think I owe it to him.” Then she added, “Plus, this is Niki’s birthday, and I don’t want to steal any of her thunder, you know?”
“I understand,” he said. “She’s the big boss, and it’s her party.”
“Exactly,” Bianca said.
Azad pulled up in front of the Upper East Side high-rise. “Oh, we’re home,” she said.
“We can celebrate,” Frans said, winking at her.
Bianca looked at her watch. “There’s just enough time.”
In the vast monochromatic expanse of Bianca’s bedroom, Frans slid a Luther Vandross CD into the player and turned the volume down low. Bianca pushed a button built in to her bedside table, and hundreds of yards of beige silk draperies automatically slid across the floor-to-ceiling windows that composed two walls of the beautiful room. The views of Manhattan and Queens were spectacular from her aerie, but she preferred the insular protection of a womblike enclosure for their lovemaking.
Frans crossed the thick, soft carpeting to her, his sensuous lips framed in a smile. Encircling her with his arms, he drew her close. Bianca returned his kiss as she put her arms around him, running her hands up and down his long, muscular back and up into his tousled blond hair. His tongue delved between her lips and explored her with desire while his hands trailed down her back and cupped her firm, rounded cheeks, then pulled her against his hard, powerful body.
Bianca sighed with pleasure. She could already feel the swell in his leather jeans, and she held on to him tightly, as if to a lifeline. Frans began kissing and licking her ears, then traced a feathery pattern around her long, slender neck with his tongue. His hands moved up her spine, massaging her along the way before coming to rest on her breasts. He began caressing them through her clothing, and Bianca felt her body tremble with desire.
Frans drew back and gazed into her eyes. “Let me undress you,” he whispered.
She let him slip the black cashmere sweater she wore over her head. Her black shoulder-length hair was a mess, but she didn’t care. He drew her close and kissed the cleavage between her ample breasts while undoing the single hook that kept her black bra in place. When her breasts sprang free, Frans moaned with passion, first caressing them with his hands, then bending to them and kissing and licking each one. Bianca mewled with carnal delight when she felt his tongue on her nipples, thrumming them in turn, until they hardened with desire. She felt jolts of electric pleasure rush through her body, from her spine to her extremities.
Straightening up, Frans kissed her lips again, then went down on his knees and unzipped her high-heeled boots one at a time. After he freed her of her skirt, he remained on his knees and slid her panty hose off. He looked up into her eyes again while placing his hands on her buttocks, stroking them gently. When he buried his face between her thighs, Bianca cried out and held his head once more, her fingers intertwined with his long blond hair. She felt his lips kiss her, his tongue enter her, and the pleasure was exquisite.
“Frans,” she whispered.“Oh, Frans . . . I . . . I . . . oh . . .”
He quickly stood up and wrapped his arms around her nakedness. “Oh, Bianca,” he said, “I love you. I love you so much.”
“And I love you,” she rasped. “I love you, too.”
He pulled off his heavy sweater in one swift motion, tossing it to the floor, then slipped his T-shirt over his head and flung it away. He kicked off his scuffed boots, pulled off his socks, and undid his belt. He
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