Southern Belles 4 Blissmas (2 page)

He knelt down beside her, slid his hand
across her thigh and looked straight into her eyes.
"
Preciosa
, I'm sorry for what happened today, you are right,
Ellie should never talk to you like that. You are my wife and she
will respect you as my wife. It all happened so quickly, I
was...uhh...shocked. Shocked and appalled, I didn't know what to
say."

He hesitated a moment and went on. "I have
already spoken to her and it will not happen again. No-one, and I
mean no-one in this world will speak to my wife like that.
Especially in our house." He snaked his arm around her waist, then
teased her back with his fingers. He leaned in to kiss her. Chills
ran down her spine. She loved his tender touch, but if she wanted
to stay strong, she desperately needed to control not only her
emotions, but her involuntary reactions as well.

Sitting up straight and stiffening up her
posture was the best she could do. She spoke short and curt, not
meeting his eyes. "Alrighty, then." His hand continued to stroke
its way up her camisole, fondling her breast. She grabbed his arm
and pulled it away. "It had better not happen again, because if it
does, and you find her laid out on the floor unconscious, don't be
pissed at me, I'm giving you fair warning about that bitch. And if
she does say something and you don't stick up for me...we're done.
I won't put up with any more of her shit, I've had enough."

"Okay,
Princesa
, whatever you want,
whatever you need, you got it." He slid his hand up her cami again.
She moaned, "Nick..." he did this to her every time, "Nick," she
choked out the word. "We're fighting here, stop....you answer
everything with se - " as he toyed with her breast, bouncing it and
then rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Her body trembled as a small whimper escaped
her lips. She reached over, cupping his cheeks, pulling his face to
her and slid her tongue between his lips. His hot breath gave her
the chills and she parted her legs just a bit, wanting to feel his
strong hands all over her. He moved one hand between her thighs,
finding her panty-covered pearl hidden between the folds of her
lips. He stroked her sex through the silky wetness, leaning his
face into her neck. He knew just the right spot to nuzzle and plant
his kisses. "Oh, God, Nick." She trembled; this wasn't supposed to
happen, not tonight, anyway.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! She wanted him, his thick
cock, his tender kisses, his roaming hands massaging her clit, the
stingy smacks on her ass cheeks. Fuck! Even the old movies and
Cheetos, she wanted all of him, FUUUCCKKK!

This would be the last time she ever made
love to him. It had to be. This was no life for her. She was
sunshine, flip flops and cut off shorts. He was charming, champagne
and caviar. And Ellie was just a flat out bitch. Marti wasn't about
to argue with her every day for the rest of her life.

But tonight, she would give him a night to
remember, something he would never forget. "Come here, baby," she
crooned as she took his hand. He rose from the carpet and her plump
ass jiggled in his face. He slid his hand across a cheek and
followed her to their bed. His cock already hard and aching for
her.

Pulling the heavy blanket back, she looked
around their room and sighed, she would miss this room, the smell,
the light, the soft comfort of his bed. And all that had happened
in this room, the memories of making love until dawn. She sighed
and turned to him, her arms reached up around his neck and her head
on his chest. She could feel his heart thumping in his chest.

He held her in his arms for a moment before
reaching down to the bottom of her camisole, lifting it over her
head, letting her breasts bounce free. He trailed his fingertips
down her neck, over her shoulders and finally to her breasts,
cupping them in his hands as he bent down to tease a nipple with
his soft tongue. "God, Marti, you are so beautiful," he whispered
as his tongue gently lapped at her nipple, feeling it pebble at his
touch.

His hand slid down her hips to remove her
panties and a knowing finger gently grazed her wetness. Her legs
trembled. She felt like she would faint. She held onto his arm to
steady herself as she crawled into the bed, under the cool sheets;
her eyes watching him as he removed his clothes. He was a tall,
strong, mocha-skinned, black haired Hispanic sex god and she wanted
him, now.

He quickly slid into bed next to her and ran
his hand across her tummy. She reached for his hardness, stroking
it up and down, scooting down the bed to take him into her mouth.
He let out a sharp breath. Marti knew how to please. She stroked a
little faster, a steady up and down rhythm while her mouth sucked
and licked the mushroom tip. With each suck, she took him into her
mouth deeper and deeper. Looking up at him, her eyes smiled while
holding his cock in her mouth, careful not to scrape her teeth.

He looked down at her and fisted his fingers
in her hair,
"Pri - Pri - hijo de - Ay! Diosito Santo!"
He
was trembling, not wanting to climax, but her mouth and tongue
worked in unison with her fingers until finally, with a loud groan,
he thrust his hips into her face. His whole body shivered as his
cock pulsed and shot his hot, salty cum down her throat. She could
barely swallow fast enough as she sucked faster and harder,
slurping and sucking every drop as his body jerked in pure
pleasure.

He held her head tight, barely able to talk
as he mumbled in Spanish, his babbling finally quieted, the
thrashing slowed, he lay there…his body still for a moment, as he
finally let out a long breath.

"
Ven
, come up here." Pulling her up to
him, he kissed her hair, pulling the clip out of the mess he made
of her curls and sliding her hair away from her face. His arm
snaked around her curvy body, his fingers teasing her soft flesh.
Panting. His heart beating with each breath. "I love you,
Princesa
, I'm sorry."

She lay next to him, stroking his chest. She
knew she had to stay strong; this life was not what she wanted.
Stifling her tears, she changed the subject. Taking a deep breath,
she looked up at him, his hair was across his brow and she moved it
over, then tracing lines down his shoulder with her finger, holding
back the tears, "Honey?"

"Mm-hmm?" stroking her hair.

"I'm hungry" she said.

He laughed, "Aye,
Preciosa
, you read
my mind."

He called the housekeeper to bring up a light
meal and champagne. They sat naked eating lobster and steamed
veggies in bed while an old romantic comedy played on the TV. This
is the life she fell in love with, the intimacy, the amazing sex,
the wonderful food, but this was not her life. Unless she wanted to
cry like a baby every day, and she didn't. She didn't want to wear
those fuckin' stilettos, either.

Marti's nerves were shot, contemplating her
escape from this crazy, fucked up life. She wanted to blow his mind
with an amazingly sexy goodbye fuck to remember, but it was getting
late and she knew she would have to stay awake all night to do it.
If she could even bring herself to leave.

Looking at him, she realized he was the
perfect man. Hot, virile, amazingly rich with a package that would
make any girl squeal. Just not Marti…maybe someone else. Maybe she
was damaged. Or crazy.

But it wasn't supposed to feel like this.
Rich or poor. She was still an outsider, the girl from the wrong
side of the tracks. She tried to fit into this glamorous life. She
even tried to stick her pert little nose in the air with her fancy
clothes and thousand dollar shoes. And those shoes...she hated
them. They hurt her fuckin' feet.

"Nick," she whispered, tracing her finger
around his nipple. "Let me fuck you..." as she lifted herself up
and straddled his hips. The guilt was slowly creeping up on her,
but there was no backing out of this. Marti had made up her mind
and tonight would be her last night at the mansion. They could make
love till the sun came up, but when they weren't in bed, he was
someone else. Fucking him was the only thing they did that didn't
end in a fight or worse…tears. Her tears.

"
Preciosita
, you make me so
caliente
when you talk like that." Running his hands along
her hips as she reached up and felt along the headboard for the
bottle of champagne and took a sip. She leaned down to kiss him
with the sweet bubbly still on her lips. His lips parted as her
tongue danced along his upper lip, his breath sweet with the taste
of champagne.

His hands reached for her breasts, bouncing
them in his hands. She felt his hard manhood pressing against her.
She moved her hips up and down, slowly dragging her wet folds up
and down the shaft of his rigid cock. His hands moved down to her
sides, lightly tickling her skin. She shivered as he grabbed the
fleshy part of her ass cheeks and smacked one, the sting quickly
rushed through her body and landed straight on her clit.

Her pussy ached, wanting him, needing him
inside her. She rose to her knees, her hand stroking him one more
time as she slowly guided his shaft to her wet opening. She slid
down on him, circling her hips, getting used to his size.

He shuddered. "God Marti...you feel so
fucking good... Fuck!"

His big chocolate eyes never left hers, she
looked down at him, her eyes hooded, her mouth slightly open,
panting as she ground her hips onto his, filling her pussy inch by
inch with his hard, juicy cock.

He squeezed her heavy breasts together,
kneading the fleshy orbs, pinching and rolling her nipples between
his fingers before lifting and sucking one into his mouth.

She moaned. His tongue flicked mercilessly on
her nipple as he palmed her other breast. Her hips gyrated in
circles as she rode his thick cock, her hot clit melting into the
base below.

"Fuck me," she bounced. "Fuck….me…" he
grabbed her hips and pounded into her, she screamed, "Yesss,
Nick…Nick…oh, God…I'm fu - fucking coming!" as he pumped and rocked
his cock into her, her back arched, her arms flew out, grabbing for
anything as her orgasm screamed through her body, reaching every
nerve. Bouncing and grinding her hips, taking him all in.
"Ahhh…it…won't…it….won't…fuck…ing…..stop…" as she rode the
exquisitely sexy waves of her multiple orgasms.

With each word, she went deeper and deeper
into oblivion. His cock jerked inside her as she bucked her hips on
top of him. With a loud guttural groan, he grabbed her hips tight
and spewed his seed deep inside her, the hot bursts filling her, as
they rode the waves together...just like they had done so many
times before.

Their bodies shook and heaved, she grabbed
his shoulders tight as their bodies thrashed through a mind blowing
climax, her head spinning as she lost all control. The intensity
subsided and she lay her head on his chest. He leaned down, kissing
the top of her head, holding her tight, "I love you,
Princesa
," he whispered, spent, tired and satiated, as he
drifted off to sleep.

She lay next to him, listening to his steady
breathing. Looking over at him, her guilt began eating away at her
heart, wondering if she was doing the right thing by leaving in the
middle of the night. That kind of cowardly behavior wasn't her
style, but he would never let her just walk out of there. If she
was going to do this, she had to do it now, before she changed her
mind.

What seemed like hours was just a few moments
as she lay there listening to the rain. Dammit, the rain! The rain
was pouring down and she really didn't want to be standing in the
cool autumn air, in the middle of the night, waiting for a taxi,
getting soaking wet. If she took the car, she would have to leave
it at the airport and Nick would have to find it. It was bad enough
she was leaving, but stealing his car was a whole 'nother set of
problems.

Another few minutes passed... I gotta go now!
I gotta do this. Glancing at Nick, whispering her love for him, she
slowly slid out of the bed, careful not to wake him. Holding her
breath, she quietly fumbled around in the dark, reaching behind the
chair to grab the tote she filled earlier. She glanced at him again
and tiptoed into the bathroom, gently closing the door. Her heart
pounded as she turned on the light, quickly pinning up her hair and
pulling on her jeans and a sweater.

Sitting on the side of the tub, she quickly
slid her favorite boots on before reaching up to turn off the
light. Waiting for a moment, to allow her eyes to become accustomed
to the dark, she prayed a silent prayer. Taking another deep
breath, she crept out into the bedroom toward the door.

The door handle squeaked as she pulled it.
She sucked in a breath, silently biting her lip as she heard Nick
rustling in their bed. Her stomach felt like it was in her throat
as she slowly opened the door. The relentless pounding of her heart
and with her throat dry, she stifled a cough and turned to take one
last look at the man she thought she loved. With a sigh, she closed
the door behind her for the last time.

It was 2am, the rest of the household staff
were sleeping as she silently crept down the stairs. She tiptoed
her way to the alarm panel by the front door, disabled it and went
outside. She exhaled as the door clicked shut. She was out. He
didn't wake up.
Shit!
She realized she had no way of getting
back into the house, even if she wanted to. But, her mind was made
up…she was leaving. This was no life for her. She was going
home.

As she stood in the huge wrap-around porch,
she took a few moments to breathe and calm her nerves. The rain was
pouring down and the night air was freezing. Thank God she
remembered her coat by the door.

Her heart thumped wildly. Tears welled up in
her eyes. She sighed again and fumbled in her purse for her iPhone.
Saying a quick prayer, she tiptoed across the porch to the dark
side. The light in front made her nervous. What if someone saw her?
A quick Google search for a cab brought up a few that were close
by.