Mi Carino - Risky Love Page 12

  Marcella concentrated on her breathing, but found it hard. He was right. Her lungs now burned for air as her pulse raced.

  “And your nipples are hard, muy sabroso.” He cupped her breasts, lifted them in his hands. Marcella finally did inhale as a current went through her body shocking her heart to beat again. “It’s like they’re begging for me to touch them, suck them, lick them.” He lowered one hand and it went around her waist then up the center of her back to the nape of neck. His fist filled with her thick locks and he tugged. The force made her head drop back, her breasts restrained by her bra and shirt, jutted upward. He took the left one in his mouth soaking her shirt and her panties in the process.

  Diego was right. Her body responded as he whispered in Spanglish. Her nipples grew tight making the bundled nerves peak and then explode with sensations that warmed her chest and flooded her body with a lustful longing to get on him, all over him, and quick. She had to put a stop to it. She had to find a way to get out before the next move took her under for good and she’d be the ‘U-Type’ girl. Even more sinful and contrary to her independent lifestyle, she could envision becoming the submissive she secretly longed to be. It was crazy. “I can’t do this. I can’t.” Marcella opened her eyes, pushing at his shoulders, refusing surrender. “I can’t.”

  The rejection forced him to release her nipple. His eyes flashed hot and defiant when they met hers. “Yes, you can.” Diego ripped her blouse open, popping several buttons. Marcella gasped, finding his aggression hot. His arm closed around her waist as one powerful thigh pushed between her legs, forcing them apart so he could rub against her sex. “Put your arms around my neck.”

  The harsh demand sliced through the fog of resistance immobilizing her. Marcella’s arms slowly lifted to his neck. She was doing the opposite of her rational mind, ignoring all the flashing warning signs.

  “Bueno.” He groaned at her weakening.

  She clung to him. His erection became more profound through his trousers. Her legs quivered and her nipples melted. Surrender was inevitable, and proven true when his lips crushed hers, as his hands gathered up the back of her skirt, drawing it all the way to her waist. Pleasurable heat flared around her ass while his fingers massaged and gripped her tightly down there. Her breath shuddered out and her eyes closed as their tongues tangled in a kiss full of heat, passion, and hunger.

  Diego shocked her further, snatching down on her gossamer lace g-string, ripping it from her hips. She gasped, on the verge of coming apart. His tongue left her mouth to caress along the stretch of her neck. “You’re so ready.” He groaned, fingering her, his thumb pressed against her already swollen clitoris, anticipating his entry. He stroked it until she was near begging for release, her hips rolling against his hand, two fingers deeply tunneling.

  He withdrew grabbed her by the arms and turned her, leading her toward the bed. She bent over landing on her hands. Marcella gasped, her head bowed, his feet kicking hers apart with her skirt flipped up over her back.

  The zipper to the front of his pants lowered. The thick head of his member brushed her opening as his open palm stroked her hips to ready her. Marcella whimpered, wishing he’d just take her. Diego either read her mind or felt it too. He plunged with a single thrust. She gripped the sheets as her channel stretched to accommodate him, thrust after thrust. Marcella arched her hips and withstood his rapid strikes.

  Marcella choked out short gasps and grunts, her nails digging into the duvet, the padded softness gathering into her tightening fist. She worked it, moving back against him, rising on her toes to take him deep. He gripped her, his nails biting into her hip. He fucked her harder and harder until her knees buckled and she nearly broke down in orgasmic sobs.

  Diego withdrew without ejaculating and she collapsed on the bed. But he pulled her back up, literally holding and turning her to face him. “Look at me,” he ordered.

  Marcella’s lids fluttered open to see him watching her in a dark feverish manner. She could not escape. Her legs were jelly and her heart was hammering in her chest. Remnants of the climax buzzed in her ears. “You’re mine. All mine. Mi tierna flower. Do you hear me, Marcella? Do you understand?” he lifted her in his arms. She had no fight left in her. Her body remained limp and her vagina throbbed as she almost begged for more. She ached so desperately between her legs for all of him. Then she lay on the bed and he covered her before she could register the action. Trapped beneath him, her legs naturally fit around his waist. Her skirt pushed all the way up. His suspenders lowered and his trousers slipped to his hips. The blunt head of his penis pressed against the folds of her pussy. “Now, you tell me what you want, and I will give it to you, but you must ask for it so I know. I need to know how you like it because…because, Marcella, I do like it, when you submit.” He said in a hoarse whisper, barely heard over the sound of her pounding heart. “Tell me. Say it!”

  “I want you.” She managed to say, her sanity overwhelmed by the need clawing at her gut threatening to break free. He thrust in her once more. The slickness of her recent climax eased his reentry this time, but she was still tender, and it remained difficult to withstand his fullness once more. He had her pinned and so open to receive him. She sobbed inwardly, bucking underneath in a weak attempt to hold on to her last thread of self-control.

  The rest of her unraveled quick. She shook her head from side to side, her mouth frozen in an open cry for mercy as he thrust repeatedly, ravishing her until her body obliged him and he was lodged so deep in her she couldn’t breathe. The brutal pleasure intensified and she gave a moan of defeat.

  “Shhh.” He whispered, sensing her inner conflict of turning over all of herself to him. “Don’t fight it. We’re beyond that now.” He increased his intensity more and more, his forehead pressed to hers. He kept with the tormenting rhythm bumping the place inside of her he knew would trigger the orgasm she held back. It roared up and she cried out breaking down under a tidal wave of beautiful sensations. He shouted out his own release as he emptied inside of her.

  “Are you okay?” he asked. His breathing was harsh, his penis still firm inside of her. She closed her eyes and nodded. He moved off of her. Immediately she drew down her skirt and covered her chest. Diego didn’t bother to cover his penis. He rolled over sucking in deep breaths.

  He looked over at her, disappointed by her silence. “Marcella.”

  “Can I shower?” she asked softly.

  “I have things for you, a robe and things in the bathroom. You stay. We stay here,” he panted.

  She looked over at him as if offended by the request.

  “Why do you look at me like that?”

  “Stay? You had this planned from the beginning?”

  Diego turned over on his side. He laid his hand over her flat stomach. She loosened her hand over her blouse. “I’m sorry for the way I was, for ripping your shirt, for behaving this way. I guess I got…” his eyes lifted to hers. “Excited. You excite me, Marcella. So it can’t all be my fault. Can it?” he touched her chin. “Can it?”

  “No, I suppose not.”

  “I want to do things to you, with you. I want you to stay with me, for now, until…until we can’t take anymore.”

  “How did you know?” she asked in a pitifully soft voice, weak from exhaustion and hoarse from her silent screams of pleasure.

  “Know what, beautiful?”

  “That I needed this. I needed someone like you?”

  Diego smiled. “Let me shower with you and show you again.”

  He rose and pulled her along. She came off the bed with him. Her hair damp at the roots and her makeup smeared. It made her even more tasty and sexy. He could never tire of her, of the game.

  Marcella wiped her hand over the vanity mirror. Her reflection emerged, hair limp to her shoulders, face cleaned free of make-up. She looked not much different than any other time. The robe he gave her was a perfect fit. She tightened the sash to it.

  The shower was as exhausting as making love to him in bed
. Still she craved more. She craved him. She closed her eyes and sighed. She felt the tendrils of feelings reaching out and clinging to him invisibly. Sensibility said it was ridiculous to feel it, but she did.

  “Marcella, what are you doing, girl?” she said aloud. “Stop it right now!”

  Refusing to look herself in the eye, once more, she backed out of the bathroom to join him. He wasn’t in the bedroom. She frowned at the sight of a bed with fresh linens, crisply made. He had folded her clothes and placed them neatly in a chair, her shoes resting on top of the folds. The evidence of the scene in this room, just hours before, was gone leaving not a trace. Marcella pondered over his self-control. There had to be a story there. The place felt like an icebox without him near. So without hesitation she went in search of him, her feet sinking in the fluffy carpet of the bedroom then going over the cool hardwood floors. The moon became the spotlight over the rooms guiding her under silvery luminance, offering enough visibility to make out the course. Soon her curiosity drew her to the living room. Her head turned and she saw him. Outside the veranda doors staring up at the dark sky Diego stood, wearing only black pajama pants in the cool night. The tanned perfection of his skin sculpted his muscles nicely. His dark coal black hair was slicked over his head from their shower.

  She walked toward him slowly shivering from the cold seeping through the closed doors. How could he stand it?

  Diego looked over his shoulder and their eyes met.

  Marcella froze under his gaze. He drew open the door and cold wind washed over her forcing her to retreat a step. He extended his hand. “Come here.”

  She forced her legs to move. Arms crossed before her she walked on her toes bravely toward him. Marcella shivered hard. She felt the cold planks of wood under her feet. “It’s freezing,” she stammered.

  Once out of the doors he pulled her directly to him, wrapping his arms around her and turning her toward the balcony. Even on the main level they were perched against a cliff that gave them a view of the ocean several feet below them. And of course her moon had reappeared. A soft smile curled the corners of her mouth upward. She focused on how wonderfully swollen with beauty it stood out, with bright stars like rhinestones on black velvet.

  “Still cold?” Diego asked, his mouth against her ear.

  “Yes.”

  His hold grew tight. His body impossibly warm against her backside considering his chest was bare.

  “I wanted you.”

  “Why didn’t you come for me, I was upstairs.”

  “No I mean I wanted you, the first time I saw you I wanted you.”

  “Oh, um, okay.”

  “I understand you American women are different. My wants were not important—then.” His cheek pressed to her, his mouth moving against the corner of hers. “That is no longer the case between us. No? I will please you Marcella, but you will please me in return. I’ve held back from showing you how much. Can I show you now?”

  His hands went lower and she could feel the belt tied to her waist loosen. Slowly it was drawn out of its loops, and then he tied it around her eyes, blindfolding her. Marcella touched the binding with one hand and gripped the front of her robe with the other to keep it from blowing open by the night wind. She didn’t dare speak. Marcella wasn’t sure what he wanted. However, she remained convinced to give it to him.

  “I’m used to the cold, it makes your heart beat faster, your blood warm under your skin. Relax, feel it?”

  “I just feel cold.” She tried to turn from the harsh push of the wind to wrap her arms around his waist and he stopped her.

  “I will keep you warm.”

  The robe she wore blew further apart and she tried to cover herself. To her surprise he loosened his embrace to force the robe from her shoulders and then stripped it away. “Stop.”

  “Shhh.”

  He turned her in his embrace, his mouth covering hers, his tongue darting in and out with sexy sweeps as he walked her to the edge of the balcony. Suddenly fear gripped her. She recalled the steep cliff and the rocky slopes. Marcella pressed her hands to his chest to object but he heaved her up so she half sat on the edge of the banister. She screamed in fright, hooking her nails into him, her feet kicking. It dawned on her that if she struggled she could actually go over. That only made her panic more, clawing at him to put her down. Then she realized he wasn’t tossing her over the edge, but pinning her to the edge.

  “I-I-I-don’t-like-this.” She stammered through hard deep breaths.

  “You need to surrender to it Marcella. Let go of your fear, cling to me. Trust me.”

  The bite of the abrasive wood on her ass was nothing compared to the frosty wind shoving hard against her back. Her nipples stung, they were so tight, frozen. Who knew the cold would burn? Before she screamed for release she felt him enter her once more. He held her tight around the waist, she kept her arms circled around his neck and he thrust deeper, biting her shoulder blade when he was fully seated. Marcella cried out from the passionate bite and her head fell back. Her hair dried and became wild in the wind, and her back arched as she hung perilously over the edge of the balcony. She pressed her lips together once her body became fire and ice. He hotly drove inch after inch of his pulsating cock in and out of her as the chilly wind battered her from all angles. Pleasure and pain mixed as the wind howled in her ear a warning of much more.

  The blindfold shielded her from her reckless actions. If she had seen the dangerous game they played she would have never submitted. Would she?

  Diego held her tightly, his hold never slipped. He thrust up into her over and over with his cock driving in and out of her. He kissed the bruised skin where he bit her then sucked and licked her neck. Again heat infused under her skin and suddenly she wasn’t as cold. She felt as if the blood in her veins had consisted of fire. She actually locked her legs around his waist and pumped her hips for more. He hit every nerve ending inside of her pussy, distressing her clitoris to the point of a nuclear explosion. And it happened. A climax so intensely rapturous she actually wept through her release.

  Diego brought her down from the balcony and her ass burned with the sting. The tears on her cheeks were dried by the wind. He remained a rod of iron in her. How he controlled himself to this point she’d never understand. She feared he hadn’t ejaculated all night. Then he dropped with her in his arms on the cool deck. If Marcella thought the wind to her back was torture, the cool wood underneath her skin had been ten times worse.

  Diego pulled out of her. She snatched off her blindfold and peered down the line of her shivering body as he eased down dipping his tongue in her navel before going lower. Her knees were shaking so badly he put his hands to the tops of them and stopped the action.

  Then his hot mouth covered her pussy. Marcella crossed her arms and held herself against the pleasure and the maddening cold. He lifted his face from her sex, and released her knees. His thumb brushed over the soft folds of the outer lips of her pussy. She struggled to regulate her breathing. It was so cold on the deck, much worse than when he had her pinned against it. Now she felt as if she rested on a block of ice. Her teeth chattered.

  He spread her. And a dry cold wind flowed up against her pussy nearly extinguishing the heat there.

  “My, my, my...” Diego said. His voice had changed to a deeper, huskier growl. “So pink and pretty, the prettiest pussy I’ve ever tasted.”

  Marcella trembled.

  His hands spread her open to his mouth and he went straight for her clit. His tongue rapidly swiped at her in long strokes. The soft tease spread warmth from her toes to her scalp. Slowly her tremors eased. His lips sealed over the swelling bud and he applied pressure until her hips bucked in response. That amazing tongue of his wiggled against the most sensitive part of her body. Marcella clenched her teeth to stop them from chattering, smashing her pussy up into his face as he thrust his tongue into her clenching channel and fucked her with his mouth. Before she could climax he was on her again, giving her his cold hard cock,
which should have been frozen as it pressed against the hard terrace floor.

  Penetration of cold steel into her warm core sent a cry of pleasure from her.

  Diego cursed in Spanish and nearly growled as he fucked her hard and fast. She clung to his back writhing in rhythm with his thrusts enjoying every single inch of him. Oh how she enjoyed it. Together they joined and catapulted to another stratosphere before crashing in deep orgasmic shakes through an earth shattering release.

  Tuesday –

  “Marcella? You in there?” Susan asked.

  Dazed Marcella glanced up. A concerned smile on her friend’s face as she stared at her curiously made her straighten her posture. She’d gone completely out of the conversation. “I’m sorry, my mind is….”