“Make me feel like a
woman…”
Piña’s
words collided with the male prowess in me. It wasn’t necessarily the words; it
was the way she had said them. It was as if she was pleading with me, tugging
at the animalistic sexual desire that she’d stirred up from the moment she
responded to my email.
“Your
poem yesterday,” she said as I pulled her in close to me.
“What
about it?” I asked.
“Did
you mean it?”
“Which
part?”
“You
said you wanted to touch me and stir something within my soul.”
I
wrapped my arms around her, placed my hands intimately atop her backside, then
slid them down to palm and grip her with enough aggression to let her know I
wanted her. She moaned a bit, more like purred. I felt the shiver that settled
within her. She smelled damn good, like brown sugar with a hint of something
else I couldn’t place.
My
eyes never left hers. The more she talked, the more I wanted her. I knew she
could feel my arousal pressed against her.
“I
meant it, but in a sense that once I got the chance to be inside of you, I
wouldn’t let up until I knew you were satisfied. I wouldn’t leave you
unfulfilled like you told me he does.”
“Do
you feel anything for me, Rome?”
“Yes,
and you can feel it, too,” I answered honestly, referring to my hardening
manhood that I was sure she could feel.
She
giggled softly. She was here with me, but I could clearly tell when he would
creep into her thoughts. No matter what she said, she loved him.
“Donovan.”
“What?”
“My
husband’s name…his name is Donovan.”
“Oh,”
was all I said.
We’d
said we would never mention their names. It would be easier that way. If we
kept them nameless it would be easier. Since she’d disclosed that information,
I knew that after tonight, both of us would have to move on. However, there was
no way I could or would mention my wife’s name.
“Why
couldn’t it have been us who’d met one another instead of them?”
I
didn’t think she was asking me that question more than she was just speaking
aloud. I kept my hands on her ass. Leaned down to let my nose trail from her
neck to her shoulder. Her skin was so smooth and soft. If one had ever felt
cashmere against their skin, then they would know what Piña’s skin felt like.
I
moved my hands from her shapely rump, led them up to her waist. She inhaled
deeply. I’d found another one of her spots. As she gazed at me, I brought my
lips to hers. That first kiss was like a hit to the veins. I squeezed her waist
as a guttural groan escaped me. Piña had bragged about her ability to bring a
man to his knees with her kiss. Her velvety tongue traced the outline of my
lips before she urged me to open my mouth.
She
took her time seeking out my tongue. When she found it, she played with it,
toyed with the nerve endings there. The sensation traveled down and settled in
the pit of my stomach. She was trying to bring out something in me that should
have only been reserved for the woman I’d taken vows to. That scared me a bit,
so I turned the tables on her. Brought my hand up to cup the back of her neck
then the back of her head. I took control of the kiss.
Aggressively,
I tongued her down as I backed her up against the wall. I caged her between my
arms. Let my hand slip underneath her dress. I needed to feel what she’d teased
me with days before. I took my time searching it out until I realized she had
nothing on under that dress. I pulled back from the kiss. Looked at her. Her
lips were kiss swollen. Eyes watering.
“What’s
wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing.
Please touch me,” she asked softly.
I
gave her what she wanted. After all, we were two adulterous sinners doing that
old song and dance. What we were doing had been going on since the dawn of
time. Cheating wasn’t some new phenomenon sweeping the country. Did we know it
was wrong? Yes. But what were two people to do when the people they had at home
wouldn’t give them what they longed for. After all the fights, fussing,
cussing, and talks of counseling, what was left to do when one didn’t want to
leave their spouse, but needed to feel something, anything, even if it didn’t
come from them?
I
slipped my fingers between her folds. Toyed with her that way until my thumb
found her pearl. Her head fell back when I slipped a finger inside of her at
the same time. She was so wet…so gotdamn wet. I couldn’t remember a time when
my wife had been this wet for me. It almost angered me to know that I could
turn Piña on this way but couldn’t get my wife to even wet my dick with her
saliva.
I
kissed Piña’s neck while I finger-loved her. I bit down hard enough to make her
arch and ask me to bite harder. Heavy breathing serenaded us. Piña desperately
searched for the zipper of my slacks. I wasn’t going to help her. I wanted her
to show me how badly she wanted me. For the first time in a long time, I felt
needed the way a man should have been needed by a woman. That carnal pleasure
that told a man he had a big ego that the woman in his life didn’t mind
stroking.
Piña
found my zipper, found that opening in my boxer briefs and pulled me out. Her
hand was warm as she caressed me, stroked slowly, and used her fingers to
saturate the head of my dick with my pre-excitement. I popped her breasts from
the thin fabric that had been caging them in and suckled on one while using my
free hand to massage the other. I switched back and forth between the two,
making sure to show both equal attention.
“Damn,
that feels good, Rome. You feel so good,” she praised me.
“You’re
so wet,” I told her.
We
were eye-to-eye as we spoke. Bated breaths showed how intense the moment was
for us.
“You
have no idea how badly I want you right now. I needed this,” she moaned when I
dipped two fingers inside of her.
Her
head fell back against the wall and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
“Let
me show you something,” she crooned out.
Piña
dropped down to her knees, sucked me into her hot mouth like she’d been
thinking about doing it all day. I placed both hands on the wall so my body was
angled at a position to hide her, give her privacy, while she gave me super
head.
“Jesus
Christ,” I mumbled.
The
bass in the club thumped around us. People milled about, but they couldn’t see
us in the VIP area I was in. I saw the waitress coming back. Tried to pull Piña
up, but she wouldn’t budge. She kept sucking like my dick was her lifeline. The
waitress smiled then stopped abruptly. It was too late to try to hide anything.
She’d seen an eyeful, but surprisingly, all she did was lay my card down next
to the drinks on the table.
Piña
had control of the moment. Her slobber coated my dick as she took me to the back
of her throat. It felt too good for me to be ashamed of the moment. Piña moaned
and made that vibration tickle the head of my dick that almost took me to my
knees. The waitress watched until a red light flashed on her waist. Somebody
else in another VIP section needed her. She had to go, but didn’t want to.
I
smiled at her as Piña stood. Piña turned to face the wall. Arched her ass back perfectly.
I knew what she wanted. She’d told me taking dick from the back was her
favorite position. I pulled a condom from my pocket, ripped the golden foil off
and expertly slid the condom on. I pushed her dress up around her waist and shook
my head at how perfect her ass was.
This
was no doubt what all the conversations between the two of us had been about,
ultimately. Our voyeur had disappeared. One could only hope she kept what she
had seen to herself. I held my dick in my hand and rubbed the head of it up and
down Piña’s slit. She was anxious. Each time I got close to dipping inside of
her, she moaned a little deeper, cooed a little sweeter. The only reason, I
didn’t slip right in was because I wanted to pace myself, lest I come in four
strokes and embarrass myself.
I
took my time touching her and teasing; massaging each ass cheek, touching her
breasts, pinching her nipples. Just when she thought she wouldn’t be able to
handle the wait any longer, I gave her what she wanted. The low throaty sound
she gave me was music to my ears. I stopped a moment to enjoy the vibrations of
her song. Damn. Piña was hot, tight, and wet. It had been so long since I’d
felt the insides of a woman, too long since I’d made one moan in the name of
me.
“Shit,
Rome…shit,” she cried out. “Wait, don’t make me come yet.”
I
heard her, but I didn’t hear her. I was in a zone. Too caught up to even care
that she was begging me not to make her tap out. There was nothing gentle about
what I was doing to her. I handled her roughly with a hand full of her hair
while deep, hard, penetrating thrusts had her nails scraping the wall. I
slapped my hand against her ass as hard as I could, leaving prints I’m sure her
husband would question if he saw them.
I
needed this. I didn’t think Sheila knew how much I, as a man, needed her to
want me, but Piña did. Piña knew how to throw her ass back, catch those thrusts
and throw them back to me just as good as I gave. As badly as I didn’t want to,
I knew we had to stop. We were in a crowded club. At any moment, the waitress
could come back with security. Even with all that running through my head, I
didn’t care. The only people in the club at that moment were me and Piña.
I could feel my manhood swell. I was on the
verge of release. Sweat beads coated my forehead as my throaty growls and lusty
grunts joined in with Piña’s purrs and seductive moans.
“I’m
coming, Rome. Come with me, baby. Fuck this pussy and come with me,” she egged
me on.
My
hand snaked around her neck; a firm grip in place to show that she had indeed
awakened the beast in me.
“You
like that?” I asked in a low throaty growl.
“Yes.
I like that shit. Harder,” she aggressively whispered.
I
gave her what she wanted. I dipped my hips and fucked her harder. I knew when I
hit her spot. She quivered and her vaginal muscles contracted around me. It had
been so long since I’d come inside of a woman. Why, Sheila? Why did she make do this? The more I thought about my
wife, the harder I fucked Piña. The more I thought about the fact that Sheila
had been neglecting me, the more my dick grew, the harder it became.
“Oh
shit, Rome. Oh shit,” Piña cried as my nails dug into her throat.
She
threw her head back. Bouncing her perfect brown ass back into my thrusts. She
angled her head just enough to take my mouth. That simple move, a simple yet
sloppy kiss was the straw to break the camel’s back. I let loose my pent-up
aggression so hard that I was sure it probably blew a hole in the condom and
her stomach.
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