Mi Carino (13 page)

It would have been more appetizing if he undressed her. She actually yearned for his touch. So far he hadn’t even kissed her. Her hands felt sweaty and warm as they sometimes did when she was nervous or anxious. She closed and opened them in a feeble attempt to relax the unrelenting beat of her racing heart. Diego’s foot began to sway casually; the other remained firmly planted to the floor. It was the way he watched her. His unhurried but authoritative manner had left her yearning. Strange that the word ‘submit’ kept popping in her head each time she locked eyes with him. Strange that she found the mere idea repulsive on merit, but tempting now.

Diego’s brows lowered. Did he sense her reluctance? Would he walk out in a huff if she refused to be ordered around by him? The mere thought of the night ending before it began forced her to act. She did as requested. With a slow hand she pushed in the button to the top of her skirt, arms behind her back, and ran the zipper south. The tightness of the band of material loosened about her waist. The skirt began to peel from her hips as she pushed it down. She stepped out of it, thankful her silk blouse extended to shield her sex, although her hips pushed out from the sides.

“
The bra
bonita
, I’d like to see it next.”

Diego moistened his lips and tried hard to restrain himself. He observed with quiet stillness as she untied the scarf from her neck and tossed it. Next came her hands to the top button of her blouse, little pearl drop buttons that pushed through the softest fabric he’d ever touched. And the lace bra beneath was unveiled against her brown skin. Watching her had become his favorite sport. From the moment he saw her at El Jay’s, rushing from the restaurant, he watched her movements. Their subsequent collision had been no accident, though one look into her soft brown eyes had robbed him of his nerve. Then he caught a glimpse of her again at the restaurant, and he decided watching her would be the first part. The next? Exploring every desire, every fiery burn he carried for a woman with her unique beauty and strength. He’d consume her.

Marcella’s eyes flashed her smile, her lips parted slightly and he inhaled her through the gulf that separated them. Such femininity should be dealt with carefully. A woman who appreciated the need for garters, along with the lacy intimate wrappings that a man hungered for, should be rewarded for her efforts. He was the man for the job.

“
Closer.” He whispered.

Marcella did as she was told. Not her best sexy walk, she was too busy concentrating on not tripping since he made her so nervous. But she went to him willingly. She imagined there would be many things she did for him this day and night, willingly.  

Finally, he stood.

His shadow fell over her sealing his presence into her space. He lifted her chin gently with his finger, causing her head to drop back. Would he kiss her now? At last? It should be the natural order of things. If a man desired a woman the way he evidently did her, he should make his move with gentle kisses, to make her pliable. It’s part of the mating dance. His tongue grazed hers, their breaths mingling; it became an exchange that opened doors to greater intimacy. The kind neither could turn away from.

Yes, it was the first kiss that could enslave her, make her want to be his for as long as this was to last. So why did he prolong it? Maybe she should kiss him instead, she wondered.

“
Which one is your bedroom?” he asked.

Marcella’s left arm went out at her side and she pointed to the partially opened door without breaking his stare.

A dark secretive smile formed on his lips. “Show me.”

Without question she turned and did as he asked. Diego caught her hand to slow her. She cast her gaze over her shoulder. Her hand slipped into his and she led the way. Unprepared for a visitor she grimaced at her unmade bed. Thankfully her room was darker so it didn’t highlight her untidiness. The windows all had the draperies drawn. Ginger lay on her bed, and lifted her head. The feline hopped down and slipped out. Marcella let go of his hand. “My bed’s usually made. The sheets are fresh though I changed the linen last night.” She gave a nervous chuckle.

Diego closed the door.

“
I want you to know I’m not in the habit of doing things like this.”

He stepped from the door toward her.

“
We’re consenting adults, my friend thinks I need some kind of affair, um, a date…to date again. So I’m um…I’m willing to date.”

“
You talk a lot when you are nervous Marcella. I’m going to enjoy you,” he said again.

That was a relief because she felt like a rambling idiot. At least he was polite enough to not call her one. She closed her shirt over her nudity out of reflex.

“
Don’t,” he said.

Marcella hadn’t realized what she had done. Even stranger, she obeyed. Her hands fell away. She blushed and dropped her eyes, she couldn’t think looking into his. He was before her now. His hands rested gently on her shoulders then he turned her away from him. She looked up with a jerky breath. The sight of the two of them reflected off the mirror above her dresser, it was surprisingly erotic. She was half naked and trembling with anticipation, nothing but her opened blouse and a wisp of her lacy underwear covering her dark nipples and the crest of her sex. He was tall, imposing, fully clothed and completely in control behind her.  

Strong hands peeled away her shirt. The material left her skin and a layer of her inhibitions dropped away. His hands then cupped her breasts. The muscles in her stomach clenched. His thumbs stroked the sensitive skin of her hard peaks, and she would swear to anyone who asked, that at that point it was over. The attraction between them was beyond recovering, she would go the distance, physically and hopefully emotionally.

Marcella swallowed.

His fingers moved away, to the back of her bra, and it was unclamped. The cups loosened and fell away. She didn’t have large breasts, they were quite petite, but they were firm and perky and she was certain that men found them attractive.

Their eyes met in the mirrored glass and she knew for certain, he found them attractive.

“
You’re exquisite.” He breathed.

She made to turn, wanting to touch him but wasn’t allowed. “Look at yourself.” He held one breast and her neck so she could remain against him. It was hard to look her self in the eye when he fondled her nipple the way he did, but she managed. “I see you.”

What did he mean? If he truly saw her then he knew how nervous, yet turned on she was. That wasn’t a bad thing. Soon his hand began to stroke her neck slowly. He gave what could only be made out as a chuckle in her ear, as he ran his finger over her lip. “Do you see me?” He then brushed his lips across her cheek.

 “
Yes.” She answered though the words barely escaped. She cleared her throat. “What are you doing?”

 
Diego nuzzled his nose in her ear, his breath feathering her cheek.

“
I want you, now, please.” She said in the sexiest voice she could summon. Enough of his games, she needed more. His hand travelled down from her breasts over her abdomen. “Spread your feet.” He told her as his hand travelled lower. She did and he had full access to her. He palmed her pussy, his middle finger rubbing at her covered slit.

“
I am going to lick this pussy dry,” he groaned.

She attempted to turn her head to look at him over her shoulder but he inserted two fingers into her channel almost causing her to lose balance. Then he removed his fingers just as swiftly and her knees buckled. She whirled on him. Marcella grabbed his face and demanded a kiss, locking her lips with his. He didn’t resist. Their lips met and the shockwaves went all the way to her toes. His pillow soft lips parted, her tongue darted in, tasting, then delving in a swoop over his, drawing it forth. The kiss was so good she heard herself humming. Diego gripped her by both halves of her butt cheeks and crushed her into his pelvis so she could feel the might of his erection. And he claimed her mouth as his. Her eyes rolled over the masterful way his tongue moved against her own, sweeping the roof of her mouth and exploring. He tasted as she imagined, spicy.

Marcella wasn’t big on kissing but she wanted to curl up and die in his arms, with this kiss taking her under. She felt weightless as her feet left the ground. He had scooped her up into his arms, and carried her toward the bed. She held on to him not wanting to release.

The bed greeted her, the sheets pushed away. Diego plied his mouth from hers to separate. Marcella panted, thirsty, so very thirsty for more of him. She’d never felt such strong currents of hunger for a man before. It literally gave her the shakes. She watched him closely fearing he’d go for more games and leave. Diego undid his cuffs, and then removed a pocket watch that he dropped on the side nightstand. Her gaze leveled on the watch then swung back up to him as he shed his suit jacket and vest. And she waited. He undid the buttons to his shirt next—slowly opening it for her. Her eyes devoured his firm muscled chest. A sprinkle of dark wavy hair thinned over a taut six-pack and arrowed down to his groin. His trousers did nothing to hide the strength of his arousal. His cock bulged against the front.

“
I want you inside of me.”

Good lord had that come out of her mouth? It just did, and in a voice she didn’t recognize. Her focus narrowed down to his hand as it undid his zipper, and then flipped up to his hooded stare and she realized she had indeed. She had actually asked the man for sex. The kind that would rock her world and break down every mental chain for restraint she’d used the past months. After all she could indulge in sex. It didn’t have to mean love.

Diego dropped his pants and his underwear. Marcella scooted further back into the pillows. He pressed a knee into the bed and his cock swayed under a mass of thick curled pubic hair. She lowered back into her pillows like a good girl, as his hands went on either side of her and pinned her down. “Say it again.”

She stared up at him and smiled. “I want you inside of me.”

“
I intend to be—and soon. You must be patient Marcella, trust me I desire you. But I need to have you completely, do you understand. No more questioning what is destined to happen in this bed between you and I. It is time for acceptance.”

She blinked up at him that she understood.

A secretive sly smile curled along his lips.
“
Am I too forward?”

“
Um, no, it’s refreshing. Having a person, um, man, speak his mind the way you do. I like it.”

He flicked the tip of his tongue at her lips, and then bit her chin. She winced, clenching her fist. He came down on her; his chest hair abraded her nipples while his tongue did devilish things inside of her mouth. She writhed against the storm of sensations. The heat and length of his cock pressed against her thigh, she parted her legs wanting him to honor her request. She needed no further foreplay; she just wanted the longing to end. Then the thought of a condom flared to the front of her mind and she stiffened. Turning her mouth from the kiss she panted and captured enough breath to speak. “Condom.”

It wasn’t going down without one.

Diego turned her chin so she could look him in the eye. “I won’t hurt you, I have it under control.” He fastened his lips on hers, his tongue increasingly insistent, tangling with hers as his hands slipped to the band of her panty and began to tug them down her hips. He moved away, breaking the kiss. She lifted beneath him, her ass rising from the sheet so he could draw the panty further down. Moving past her garter stocking covered legs, the kind of stockings with the lace band at the top of her thighs that didn’t require a belt, he did away with the panty. Diego lifted one leg and removed her heeled pump. Then rolled the stocking down her thigh and off, it was torture. Marcella dug her nails into the sheets as he took his time and removed her other shoe and stocking, before returning to her. His lips came back to hers, insistent fingers slipping into the swollen folds of her core. She shuddered viciously as he probed, pushing his finger in and out of liquid heat, before inserting another. His thumb circled the burning nub of her clitoris and then stroked hard. She jerked and cried out against his mouth and darting tongue, flooding his hand with her essence.