Sensual brunette passionately fucks her new Spanish lover
Beyond the point of worrying, she was going to destroy it with the molten heat that formed in it. In her black bikini and thong and sarong, she felt a power pass through her limbs that she had never felt before. She felt vital and strong, and more alive than she had felt in months. And it was all Diego’s fault, from the revealing tremor in his hands to the throbbing urge of desire deep within his body. It was his fault for entering a room – for the way he turned his eyes like a wet obsidian on her – for the way the corner of his mouth rose in that wry and twisted smile when he pretended not to notice how pungent the electricity looked whenever they were close at hand.
And now that they were alone in the apartment belonging to her father’s business, she was going to devastate him with all the burning delights that her body had to offer.
The tingling had started four days before when he had picked it up at the airport. It was not what she expected from her father’s office manager in Malaga. She also couldn’t imagine what to expect while waiting for the boss’s daughter to clear customs, but there had been an unmistakable glimmer of surprise in her eyes.
She was there for a much needed vacation. After the breakup with Michael, her father practically forced her to leave. He had bought her his ticket, reserved the company apartment and arranged for Diego to pick her up and show her around. It was a mission of the boss, but she couldn’t be so untrained that she mistook her look. Still, he had been so distressingly cautious around her as if she were out of bounds.
However, the more time they spent together – sitting in cafes and restaurants – Diego walking her in century-old places – the more she was determined to erase her caution. There was something at stake. Something between them was thick enough to be cut, and it was bigger than either of their circumstances.
By the time he had entered the cafe forty minutes earlier in his beach shorts and this tortuously tight shirt, she knew it was now or never. They were supposed to be walking on the beach, but without exchanging a word on which direction they were heading, they headed straight for the apartment.
As the door closed behind them, the air-conditioned coolness of the room only accentuated the feeling of warmth that rose from Lena’s skin. As she turned her back on him, listening to the sounds of him locking them inside, she searched her mind twirling the right words. She knew he had seen the truth of the chemistry smoldering between them. It was too strong. But words failed him as if they had been scattered all over the world by the storm of his pounding pulse.
He touched her shoulder from behind and it turned into the space between his strong, sturdy arms. Beyond the point of worrying, she leaned over to kiss him.
Diego was already bent over to kiss her and their lips merged in a wet collision. Denial collapsed to dust under the force of their mutual need. She moaned into her open mouth as her hands scanned the tightly muscled form under her sticky shirt.
Large hands roamed the silky surface of his arms and shoulders, finally on his back and bottom of his chest, naked, except for the slight interruption of the bikini thong. God. He finally touched her as she needed. The way she knew he needed it just as much.
When the kiss broke, it was only for their mutual need to breathe, but those eyes that had tormented her dreams the past few nights were barely a few inches away. He stared at her while the light pulse of his breath brushed his lips. His hands glided over his rib cage until he touched her breasts through the lean tissue of her bikini, the pads of her large thumbs passing and coming through the rigid points of her nipples.
“I’m taking you, Diego,” she said finally. “You can no longer play your game Mr. Manners with me. I take you as if I have the right, whether I am or not, and there is nothing you can do about it.”
“Is it true?” He replied in his strongly accented English.
“Oh yes. You teased me long enough. It’s time to make yourself pay for your arrogant little sins.”
Her nipples became harder and throbbed under the regular brush of her thumbs, but there was still an air of hesitation in her touch. Her fingers never moved to push under her bikini, only serving to send that flame burning in her heart higher than ever.
He sneered. “I don’t think so,” he said, pinning his nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. “Besides, it’s supposed to be the other way around. The man takes the woman.”
“Not today,” she said, her hands taking the tight chest bulges in her shirt. “Today, you’re just going to have to put all of these macho notions aside. I know you want me, but you are going to have to face me to claim you or you will never have another chance. “
Lena had never spoken to a man that way, and in the end, she didn’t even mean it. Michael would have looked at her as if she had lost her mind. But Diego looked at her as if he had just received a piece of strawberry shortcake the size of a woman, dripping with cream.
“You talk like a spoiled rich girl who needs spanking.”
Lena felt her eyes burn and her face redden with heat. She didn’t know whether to slap him or rip his shorts off. He squeezed her nipples tighter and her pussy blushed in agonizing heat.
“Maybe I am, and maybe I do.” She grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the sofa, pushing him back. “But there is only one way that you are going to find out … and that’s it.”
With a clever movement of her wrist, she loosened her pareo and dropped it. Then she climbed onto the sofa, straddling her hips. She leaned in to kiss him again while she stretched out her back to undo the top of her bikini, exposing her sore breasts as she pressed her pussy against the prominent bulge of Diego’s shorts.
She didn’t think it was possible to taste enough of her mouth or to have enough of the sensation of their tongues dancing between their parted lips. Her hands gripped her hips, savoring the feel of her skin as they moved to grab the shapely spheres of her ass. When she finally got rid of her top, she straightened, letting the sharp, stiff cups of tea from her naked breasts hang over her face.
A throaty moan rose from her throat as her hands slid from her ass to the cup and squeezed her breasts. He only lay down long enough to let her unbutton his shirt before getting up to taste her breasts. She could feel the painful tension of his cock inside his shorts as he caressed his body with his face and hands, his tongue wetting his nipples.
In a way, even trapped under the clip of her thighs and pussy, the power of her desire made the facade of her alleged control tremble. Her hands were strong, caressing her tightly, and the insistent pressure of his cock through the gusset of her bikini made her soak in the fabric.
She removed her shirt from her shoulders and pushed it back against the soft cushions. Moving further on his legs, she untied his shorts and pulled him lower as he lifted his buttocks. Her heart was pounding when she saw the sturdy, beautifully thick rooster close against her tense belly.
She nailed him as she leaned over and took his incredibly hard flesh in her hand, pulling it straight to lower her mouth to her oozing dome. He moaned the second his breath hit him. She had never had anything so thick in her mouth before, but the throaty growl that he released as his lips locked his head made him feel like he wasn’t there was nothing she couldn’t do.
Suddenly his mouth was full of rich, tart flesh. With her hand wrapped around the base, she kept her eyes on her grimacing face as she caressed the upper half of her cock with her moist lips. He moaned deeper, louder, reaching his face and pushing his dark, luxurious hair aside as he watched her suck his cock.
Feeling her eyes on her as she caressed her tree with her mouth only beat her pulse harder and faster. The creaking void of her pussy scratched the walls of her consciousness. She could have sucked him until he filled his mouth with his cream, but she realized that it was she who couldn’t take any more.
She finally released his pulsating cock from her mouth, removed her shorts the rest of the way and ripped off her bikini bottom. Her eyes were constantly on her as she backed away from him to sit astride his hips. Holding her tail in place, she finally lowered her gently waxed pussy onto her rigid shaft.
They groaned at the same time, and he pulled her forward to kiss her as she started to roll down her length with the swing of her hips. He gripped his ass firmly, opening it as he encountered the rock of his hips with his cock growing.
She felt the power in his hips, in the relentless push and pull of his incredibly thick cock as he kissed her with a hunger that made his head swim. She started to cum, but he held on, holding back his explosion as he entered her deeper and faster.
Finally, he rolled, taking her with him, until she found herself lying under him. His dick was still deep in her pussy as he watched her. She was no longer the boss’s daughter. No more obligation to fulfill. It was his. The essence of who she was and everything she wanted belonged to him as he pressed his throbbing rod deep into his body.
The smooth and transparent friction of its solid circumference transformed it into something brutal and twisted. Some helpless organisms fed on their own needs and wants. Just as she felt the revealing ripples of another highlight, he straightened up and pulled his cock from her body, leaving her gasping and inflamed.
“I want you from behind,” he said simply.
Between her rumbling tone and her wild look of need, she couldn’t speak. She took one, staring at his cock for a long time while he got up, glistening with his honey, then she turned around and slid her knees under his body, lifting her ass for him.
He grabbed and clutched his cheeks as his wet tail came back into the sheath between his swollen lips.
“Oh, damn, Diego … yes,” she meowed as he pushed deep and deep into her pussy.
“Show me how you like your edge, dirty rich little girl” he groaned.
Lena’s eyes filled with tears. Her pussy kept waving from the inside as he pushed her hard to the edge. Her heart was pounding when she leaned back between her own cheeks and stroked the edge. Despite her unpleasant words, she felt anything but dirty. She felt beautiful and the awful force of her necessary boost showed how much she was wanted beyond anything she had ever known.
As she started to cum, Diego grabbed her hips and pushed with a force that shook her whole body. Its large stem exploded with flowers of moist heat in it as it groaned and gasped for precious air.
When it was over, he slowly pulled his cock out of her pussy, and they lay down together on the couch. It took her a long time to speak, but the softness of her lips on her neck told her everything she needed to know.
“I guess I should have asked if you have someone,” she finally said. “A girlfriend … or …”
“No one,” he replied. And then he smiled. “But there is someone I have my eye on and it is the most incredible thing I have ever seen.”