"Tonight is a special night," Roger whispered in her ear.
"Oh?" Patricia purred pressing her back against his chest. "How's that?"
He slid his hands down her sides. The only barrier between his fingers and her skin was the silk of her dress. The tips of his fingers floated past her breasts. The lack of a bra sent electric bolts straight between her legs. His hands found her tight, round buttocks and with a gentle squeeze, he breathed into her ear. "Tonight."
Patricia was a bit confused, but that only added to her excitement. Roger took her by the hand and led her through the darkened house to the master suite. The room was bathed in candle light like a medieval castle. A fire crackled in the grate, and smooth jazz mixed with the smell of jasmine in the air.
He led her past the king-size bed into the bathroom. It too was awash in candle light, the effect multiplied in the reflection from the mirrors. The garden tub, more like a small pool, sat filled with steaming bubbles with a bottle of sparkling wine in an ice bucket and two flutes standing by.
Roger turned to face Patricia. He slid is arm around her waist and pulled her close. Her eyes were hungry. Her lips were moist and slightly parted. She could feel his eagerness between her legs. They stared for a moment, then melted into each other. First with gentle kisses. Each tasting the sweetness of the other. Growing hungrier with each second. Finally lips parted and their tongues met. A dance. A promise. His hands found the zipper at the small of her back. He drew it down, then slid his hand inside. There were no panties. She's such a little slut, he thought. Then he slid his middle finger between her tight cheeks. He slid it gently up and down a few times before moving his hand over her bare skin and giving a squeeze. Then he drew himself back and brought his hands to her shoulders. With his eyes locked on hers, he slipped his thumbs under the straps of her dress and slid them off her shoulders, letting the fabric fall to her ankles.
Stepping back, raked his eyes over her body. Her Latina features even more exotic in the candle light. Her long chestnut hair fell over her shoulders and down her back. The room was warm, but her nipples were hard, proud adornments to her full breasts. A glimmer of sweat gave her skin an ethereal effect. Her dedication to fitness shown on her cut abdominal muscles. The smooth patch between her legs was slightly hidden by the way she stood with one knee slightly bent. Her muscles flexed in her 5" spikes. The only piece of clothing still on her body.
"Like what you see, Daddy?"
"Oh FUCK yes," he croaked. His throat suddenly dry.
She gave him a wicked smile, and placed one foot out of the fabric circle at her feet, then hooking it with the toe of her other, flicked the garment into the corner of the room. She walked up to him and placed her hands on his chest. They felt like hot irons on his skin. She slipped his jacket off and lay it gently on the chair behind him. He began to unbutton his shirt, but she batted his hands away, giving him a scolding look. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly unfastened each button. Licking her lips or biting her lip as she went. Finally, it too joined the jacket.
With a mischievous smirk, Patricia grabbed Roger's belt and tugged him a bit closer. Again, without breaking eye contact, her fingers worked the leather, and then the snap, and with her tongue tucked against one of her canines, she slowly lowered the zipper. It was agonizingly slow. Like she was lowering the zipper one tooth at a time. Then she let go. His pants dropped to the floor. She moved her hands to his hard cock. The tip was practically protruding through top of his tight black boxers. One hand rubbed his shaft while the other caressed his balls.
"Oh, Daddy," she cooed. "You seem to be all bound up." With that she slipped her thumbs into his wait band and pushed the fabric down. She followed them to the ground in a squat until she was face to face with his erection. The crimson head glistened with pre-cum. She cupped his balls with her left hand. Wrapping her fingers around the top of his sack.
"Fuck!" he gasped. "Yessss!!!!!"
She spit on his shaft and used her free hand to quickly coat its entirety. Then, working from the base, she squeezed and pushed toward the top. Effectively milking his cock of any remaining pre-cum.
"Oooh, Daddy! A treat!"
She held his gaze as she used his cock like a giant tube of lipstick and spread the viscus fluid across her pouty lips. Then she snaked out her tongue and licked them clean before wrapping them around his shaft and taking it down her throat.
"Oh, FUCK!!!!!" Roger gasped. He grabbed the back of her head, but before he could thrust, she knocked his hands away, and stood.
"Not yet, Daddy." She scolded. Then she moved away from him to the edge of the tub. She sat on the edge and removed her shoes. Then swung her legs around and slipped beneath the bubbles.
Roger stood there for a second, his cock as hard as it had ever been. He wanted nothing more than to walk over to his little fuck slut and drive his aching shaft down her throat. But she was right. Not yet. He had a plan, and she only thought she knew how the night was going to go. Before it was through, she'd be begging for him in a way she never anticipated.
Roger sat in the chair and quickly removed the rest of his clothes, then joined Patricia in the water. She'd already poured the wine and was waiting with both glasses.
"What shall we drink to, Daddy?"
Roger gave her a naughty smile. "To new adventures," he said, and clinked her glass.
They took a sip then Roger placed their glasses on the tub ledge. He floated Patricia so that she was in his arms with we back against his chest. Their skin together felt hot enough to boil the water around them. She lay her head back and he ran his hands over her soapy breasts. Her nipples tickled his palms as they glided over. He cupped each breast and gave a gentle squeeze. He felt her purr in appreciation. One hand moved down her tight stomach. Her legs parted in anticipation, but he wasn't ready to please her just yet. She had, after all, left him with an aching erection.
His hand moved along the inside of her thigh. He could feel all her hours in the gym. Her muscles contracted at his touch. He slowly brought his hand back toward her pussy. She arched her back in anticipation, but just at he was about to make contact, her drew his hand back up across her stomach to her breasts.
"Daddy!" she protested and tried to force his hand back.
"Oh, so it's ok for you to tease Daddy, but not the other way around, huh?" he laughed.
"No," she pouted.
"Well..." he said sliding his other hand back down across her abdomen. "I guess...if you promise to be a good little slut for Daddy." He didn't tease her this time. He went straight for his target. His finger slid across her engorged clit, and then slipped inside. It felt like an oven. A gasp escaped her lips.
"Like that, Baby?"
"Uh-huh," she moaned through closed eyes.
"You gonna be a good little slut for Daddy?"
"Mmm..." she nodded.
"And do whatever Daddy wants?"
"Yesss!"
He repositioned her so that she was more cradled in his arms. Her head back, her breasts we now available to his mouth. He bent down but couldn't quite get to her nipple. She sensed his problem and bought her breast to his mouth like a nursing mother. He licked and sucked like a man near death with hunger. His other hand was now in a better position. He slid a second finger inside and used his thumb on her clit. Her bucking hips sending waves crashing on the side of the tub.
Patricia was panting now. She used her free hand to grab the back of his head and pull him harder against her breast.
"¡Chúpalo!!" she growled.
He loved it when she reverted to her native Spanish. He did as instruct and sucked harder, adding gentle bites. Her panting grew to grunting, and he knew that she was close. He slid a third finger inside her pussy, then used his pinky to gently massage her forbidden hole. She responded like the little whore that he knew she was. He increased the pressure and her muscles allowed passage. Her fingers were now clutching his hair.
"¡Sí! ¡Sí! ¡Sí! ¡¡¡Papi!!! ¡Dámelo duro!"
