101 EROTICA STORIES (69 page)

She raised an eyebrow. “That doesn’t mean there is not one. Besides,” she added, turning her gaze back to the road. “You’re going out with Jeanette.”

At that, his dark, straight eyebrows bunched together, “I just met your friend yesterday. That does not mean we’re together.” he concluded, using the same words she used in her argument about Jarvis.

“I don’t know what you Italian romanticos believe, but here, women don’t poach on another woman’s territory.” she sneered.

He chuckled at that. “Just because I gave your friend a good romp in bed last night does not mean that we are a couple, si?”

She couldn’t argue with that especially after hearing that he gave her friend a ‘good romp’ indeed. Besides that, Clara led a very active sex life with different men every now and then, especially before Jarvis.

“But then, it doesn’t matter what you are trying to believe right now.” he stated, looking straight at her flaring blue eyes, as he pushed a button which slowly raised a dark glass divider in between the front seat and the back. “Because what matters is that I want you and you can’t help but feel the same way.”

Clara’s eyes widened, her nostrils flaring in anger. She was about to retort something when his hands clutched the carefully curled hair and his mouth plundered hers.

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Clara was stunned but she couldn’t deny the fact that she liked the way he kissed. He was a fast mover, she noticed as well. He took her coat off and threw it carelessly on the floor then he gently pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulder and pulled the dress down to reveal her pink bra.

“You’re good enough to eat in this bra, cara.” he said, cupping the large mounds in his hands. Her rose-hued nipples, which can be seen through the lacy garment, hardened immediately. His fingers flicked over each nipple then gently rolled it.

“Ricardo,” she moaned his name, trying to make her voice low and inaudible. She didn’t want the chauffeur to hear that they were making out at the back of the car.

But it would seem that he had other plans. Ric gently pushed her shoulders down so she was leaning against the door of the car. Her legs were splayed wide and he was positioned in between them.

His roving lips found the sensitive crook in her neck and, flicking his tongue out, made her writhe in pleasure. Clara’s hand went to his hair while her other harm snaked around his nape, just so she can grab onto something.

It was surprising that this man whom she just met would know what makes her moan and groan in delight. It took Jarvis a few months before he found one of her g-spots and he sometimes forgets where it is – which makes her think that it might be luck on his part.

Then Ricardo steered her from thinking of something else by drawing the lacy bra away and exposing her breasts. Although hers were high and up-thrust, they weren’t as big as Jeanette’s, she knew that. But Ricardo’s expression of awe made her feel as if it was a better sight.

And he proved that by sucking on one of the reddened nipples.

She nearly screamed out. That’s g-spot number two. She clutched his head so that his mouth would stay there and that made Ricardo chuckle. He took his mouth off from his breast, grinning down at her.

“Ah, Clara, you are so responsive.” he whispered against her ear, wetting the lobe with his tongue. His skillful lovers’ hands were gently running up and down her legs.

She wanted them right there on her clit, so she pulled his hands towards it. Ricardo gave that low laugh once more.

“No, no, cara mia.” he murmured, taking both her hands and locking it with one of his atop her head. “I am not yet done with your other tasty parts.”

She groaned, wanting more. “But I am ready!” she protested, raising her hips higher and grinding her crotch against his flat stomach.

He answered that by palming her. He immediately felt the dampness in her panties. That made him smile, adding a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Patience is a virtue, cara.” he murmured.

“Damn you, Ricardo!” she hissed in demand, but her blue gaze held a pleading expression. “Please, please,” she whispered.

Ric shook his head, a grin still plastered in his handsome countenance. But one of his hands started to gently knead her breasts, making sure that his palm scraped against the already sensitized nipples.

His other hand bunched the tight black skirt around her waist and her legs automatically bent to accommodate whatever he is planning to do. And she hoped that he’d tear her panties off her and thrust his large penis into her already lubricated passage.

But that wasn’t in his plans yet. He did lift the lace off her mound with his forefinger and ran it over her swollen labia. She moaned once more, wanting more than that. Her juices were already trickling out, wetting his fingers readily.

“You’re so ready, aren’t you,” he said in observation, and putting that finger in his mouth, added, “You are delectable, too.”

Before she could say anything in further protest of his teasing, his head bent lower. His other hand jerked the lacy underwear, tearing it on one side, and his mouth went straight to her kiss the newly exposed flesh.

At first, he just ran his lips over the slit of her vagina. And then he flicked his tongue out, tasting her, finding the throbbing clitoris. She bucked her hips up, wanting, needing more of him. While his other hand held one of her legs still, he inserted a finger into her soaked passage.

It went in very easily and he experimentally rotated it around inside, widening her. After a while, his tongue replaced the finger, going deep inside her. That drew another deep groan from her throat, loving the slight roughness and silkiness of it inside her.

He continued laving and tasting her, going out and up her clitoris then down and inside the passage once more. When he felt the small contractions around his tongue, he inserted two fingers inside her, milking more of her sweet and salty fluids out. Ric’s mouth and tongue stayed on her clit, blowing warm breath on her.

And then she climaxed, spewing more of her juices into his hand and face. He continued licking her clean, until the moisture she felt in her vagina was his saliva.

When she was spent, he raised his head. Clara saw, through the haze of desire, his face glistening with her sap. He licked his lips and his own fingers clean. Seeing that erotic scene nearly made her come again.

“Your panties are ruined.” he remarked, a satisfied smile displayed on his face.

She angled her head to the floor of the car and saw her pink lacy underwear, was indeed, in tatters. She didn’t know how to react to that so she closed her eyes, needing to rest. All rational thoughts, it would seem, have fled her mind.

“No, no, cara,” he whispered, taking her into his arms and pulling her up. Her body, pliant and utterly relaxed, just leaned into him for support. She felt him fumbling around, fixing her clothes and hair which were in disarray.

“Come, Clara.” she heard him tell her. “We’re here.”

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As soon as her grilled spicy sausage with hollandaise sauce and his sautéed beef tenderloin was laid on their table, Ricardo started to enjoy his meal. He looked up questioningly when Clara stopped eating and just continued to stare at her order only after five forkfuls.

“Is something wrong, cara?” he asked, looking thoroughly concerned.

Clara shook her head but continued to look intently at her ultra tender, amazingly aromatic dish. They are, after all, in one of the best restaurants in New York. Of course, there is nothing wrong.

“We can order something else, if you want.”

“No, don’t.” was all she answered.

“I’d like to know why you are bothered.” he told her.

Being put on the spot again brought a flush to her cheeks. “Not having panties is a bit of a discomfort you know,” she grumbled, unable to look him straight in the eyes. Despite the fact that she kept her gaze away from him, she can feel his eyes on her. It was slightly disconcerting. But it made her belly flutter in delight.

“Ah, bella Clara,” he cut in, gently dropping his fork and knife on the plate and then crossing his arms in front of him. “But it gives me great pleasure to know that you are not wearing anything under your dress.”

He chuckled when she overdid a huff and rolled her eyes.

“So you’ve lost your appetite?” he asked her.

Just to spite him, she forked the whole sausage in the middle, dipped it in the hollandaise and licked the sauce off the rounded tip slowly. She did that several times, dipping it in the sauce and sucking it off with her whole mouth.

And then she stuffed her mouth with it, showing him how much of the five inch sausage can fit in her mouth, pushing the tip of it in the side of her cheeks. Then she took it out and nibbled a small bite.

Ricardo’s breathing seemed to stop. She closed her eyes, savoring the spices of the sausage so she didn’t see him fumbling a bit under the table.

“This is really good, Ricardo,” she remarked, meaning it. Clara bit off a bigger piece, chewing it, moaning a bit at the flavors bursting in her mouth. When she opened her eyes, she saw him reaching out across the table.

Ricardo tilted her chin up. “Are you done, Clara?”

The sausage was really good that she can finish the whole thing, but something in his eyes made her say, “Yes, I think so.”

At that, he pushed his chair away from the table and stood up. That is when she saw the glorious, seven-inch, very thick cock springing out of his opened zip.