Sighing contentedly, Clara murmured something and snuggled back into the source of heat behind her.
Lazy hands were running up and down the front of her body, learning each hollow and secret she had. Soft kisses, licks, and nips explored the nape of her neck, shoulder, back. Drowsily Clara lifted her eyes, already swimming in desire.
She was in a huge bed, bigger than the one in the room she rented in the village. Soft white sheets caressed her body, blending with the hands and lips drifting over her.
Lifting her eyes from the bed, she saw the mosquito net surrounding the bed that helped to keep out the bugs, which was good because she was not responsible for her actions when face to face with a real, live cockroach.
Wooden floors blended in with the rustic and homey décor. Vibrant-colored plush looking carpets were placed to cushion ones feet. Chestnut colored chests and drawers decorated one wall, a big mirror hung on the one she was facing. Various other pieces of furniture, a window, lamps, candles, a shelf full of dvd's…
whoa, what the fuck? Why would Tarzan need mov
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oh my god
.
Sucking in a deep breath, her surroundings were forgotten. The roaming hands were no longer lazy and soothing. They were demanding, turning her body to putty, molding it and shaping it to their desire.
Gasping as a hard, hot body pressed up against her back, she felt the unmistakable evidence of her bed partners' arousal.
Turning her head to look back at her lover, she didn't know who she expected to see. But it was her wild man, looking at her with such an intense expression of lust and tenderness.
Looking directly into her eyes, Manolito shifted his leg in between hers, scissoring their legs so that she was completely open to him. Pressing his cock into her elicited a low groan and had her head spinning, dragging her focus to the place between her legs.
Strumming her clit and taunting her with teasing thrusts, hinting of what was to come, Manolito trailed his lips from her shoulder to the sensitive skin of her neck, latching on and sucking the tender and responsive flesh.
Stimulating her clit to the point of pain, Clara started to whimper and squirm away from his touch.
"It's too much. Please, Manolito. I can't, oh my god…" she was groaning and bucking against his hand, thrusting her hips back against his to get what she wanted, needed most.
She felt so empty and needed him to fill her. His love bites were driving her crazy and Clara knew, in some part of her brain that was still unaffected somehow by the lust clouding most of it, that she would be sporting a wicked hickey when Mannie was finished.
Slipping his arm from beneath her, Manolito levered himself up so that he could admire his handiwork. There was a bright red mark of his ownership on her neck that marked her as his.
Grinning at this, Manolito took mercy on his Clara, and started to press her clit harder, faster. While doing this he slipped into her and started to shallowly thrust in and out giving her only a little of what she needed.
Moaning and thrashing back and forth she didn't even notice when he bent back to her neck and started to suck and lave her neck again to produce another hickey.
"Manolito," she gasped out as she flew apart. Pushing back she tried to force more of him into her, hungry for more even after her release.
On a growl Manolito brushed her ear with his lips and ground out, "Look."
Instantly her eyes went to the mirror on the wall in front of her. What she saw shocked the hell out of her.
Somehow the sheet had landed on the floor, kicked or pushed off in one of her thrashing fits no doubt.
But seeing their reflection, bodies entwined, totally wrapped around each other was what shocked her most.
He was dark where she was light. Nibbling on her shoulder, his long, curling black hair caressed her breasts, hardening her nipples into hard little pebbles. His skin was dark, almost a mahogany that contrasted against her pale, translucent skin. They were stunning:
he
was stunning.
Catching her gaze through the mirror, Manolito softly rumbled, "Clara," and suddenly plunged into her all the way.
Caught off guard, Clara moaned and let her head fall back against his chest as she accepted his entire length, stretching her, making her take all of him. He was big, thick, and definitely lived up to the impressive bulge that had tented his loincloth.
"Look, Clara. Watch us," Manolito commanded. Keeping his eyes locked with hers in the mirror, refusing to let her close her eyes against him. He wanted her to see who was doing this to her, who was making her feel like she would die from frustration.
Sliding her leg up further, Manolito thrust into Clara faster and deeper, claiming her in an age old rhythm. Gripping her hips he helped her move with him, penetrating her over and over until she was begging him again for release.
Watching him fuck her, seeing his cock, slick with her juices, slide in and out of her pussy made her tremble.
"Please, Manolito, give me more," she begged shamelessly. "I need, ahh, more, oh, of you," she managed to groan out in between moans.
With a sudden growl Manolito flipped Clara onto her hands and knees. Coming up behind her, Manolito repositioned himself and slid the head of his cock into her. Sawing only a few inches of his cock in and out and punishing her clit with teasing flicks and pinches, Manolito ground out, "Mine. You are mine, Clara."
When she just whimpered and tried to impale herself on him, he caught her hips and continued his short, teasing thrusts. When she tried to break free of his grip, Manolito let go of one of her hips and delivered a sharp, warning slap.
Little gasps escaped her, the smack sent a bolt of lust through her, causing her pussy to ache even more and become impossibly wetter.
"Say it, Clara," Manolito bit out. He didn't know how much more of this teasing he could endure even though he was the one doing the teasing.
"Manolito. Yours, I'm yours." Why it felt good to say this, she didn't know. But it was getting too serious for her, too emotional.
This is all about the physical, some chemistry, no real emotions involved
, her rational mind said.
She had to get them back on track, back on the sexual track. "Now put up or shut up," Clara demanded, feeling her juices start to run down the inside of her thigh. His words were stoking the flames higher and hotter, making her want to burn, not caring about the consequences of her accepting words.
On a shout of triumph, Manolito pulled back until the tip of his cock was poised at the entrance of her cunt and then plunged to the hilt. In this position he went deeper than he had before, making Clara babble from the shear pleasure of it.
Laying on her forearms and pushing her ass higher into the air, Clara offered him all of her.
Holding onto her hips, Manolito fucked Clara mindlessly. He wouldn't get any points for finesse this time around but he was so consumed with desire that his quick, hard, and fast impassioned thrusts made up for it.
Feeling him plunge in and out of her, Clara could only moan into the bed beneath her as she felt she may be split in two. He was by far the biggest partner she ever had and could only push her hips back at his, craving his cock, wanting more of it.
"Faster. Faster, Manolito." Voice raspy from lust, Clara reached back and started to rub and flick her clit to reach her peak faster.
Leaning over Clara, Manolito impossibly picked up the pace and started to plunge into her faster. Finding his first love bite, Manolito laved and nibbled on it while reaching around her to roll and pinch her nipples.
All of the sensations pushed Clara over the edge and had her screaming out her pleasure. Her muscles were clenching Manolito's cock to point that he couldn't take it any longer and had no choice but to follow her.
Exhausted they fell to the bed in a tangled mass of limbs, panting and trying to just breath.
Realizing he was probably crushing her, Manolito rolled off Clara, but was loath to be separated from her. Picking her up, Manolito impaled her on his still hard cock, raising a tired but excited groan from Clara.
Placing her hands on his chest under her chin, Clara took her time to look at him.
His looked like a man who just had a bout of hot, raw sex but was ready to go another round, or four.
Maintaining eye contact, Manolito slid his hands down the contours of her back to rest on her hips. He couldn't get enough of her, couldn't stop touching her. Grabbing Clara's hips, he lifted them up and then brought her back down, impaling her on his length, over and over again.
Moaning, Clara threw her head back and let her long hair cascade over them. The feel of her silky hair drifting over his chest, nipples, neck was so unbearably erotic.
Coming up to her knees, she took over, lifting her hips up and then slamming back down on his cock, feeling him touch places inside that had never been touched.
Suddenly, Clara didn't want to just fuck him quickly, racing to the finish line. Instead she wanted to draw it out, take him on a ride that would drive him crazy with lust, possibly snapping his control.
Mmm, that would be… delightful
, she mused heatedly.
Leaning back and grabbing his legs, Clara rolled her hips sensuously, letting her head loll back and caressing his thighs with her hair.
"Mmmm Manolito. I think you've been very bad. Teasing me, making me wait for release." Pouting, Clara looked down at Manolito and gave him a faux hurt expression.
Rolling her hips slowly, taking him deeper each time, pushing him to the brink of sanity. He wanted hard, fast, now.
"I'm going to show you what one does to bad boys who prolong their lover's pleasure." Giving him a wicked smile, Clara lifted her hips and thrust down hard, shocking him.
