by C R Riley
There is a bench at the bottom of the large king size bed so I instruct her to take a seat. Once she is seated, I remove the sash I placed on her earlier and lay it next to her. Then I remove my own medallion, jacket, vest and cufflinks, shoving them in the pocket of my pants.
After I loosen the top few buttons of my shirt I kneel down and take her foot in my hand so I can gently remove her heels. I bring her dainty feet to my lips and kiss each one of her toes as I allow my hands to massage her calves.
“What are you doing?” Larkin mutters softly while she watches me.
“Loving you.” My response is simple. “Shhh … let me have my fun.”
Another one of her famous shivers takes over her body. I so do love it when I feel her react like that. As if the anticipation of what is to come has her body trembling with excitement.
I tug her to her feet and spin her around so that I can assist her out of her dress. The thin straps are hooked together easy enough that a simple flick of my fingers has them separating. I push them to the side and lean forward so I can place soft loving kisses on her spine and shoulder blades. The soft velvety skin on her back makes me want to rip this dress right off her in a very primal move.
“Tomorrow this dress will not survive to be worn again. I am going to rip it from your body just to show you I can.” I inform her as I nip the tender skin just above the zipper.
“Only if you promise to let me do the same with your clothing.” She whimpers over her shoulder as I draw the zipper down, loosening the dress.
I slide my hands under the material and begin to tug on it, so that it practically falls off of her frame.
“Deal.” I mumble as I drop to my knees and kiss the small dimple on her back that rest just about the curve of her ass.
My gaze travels up and down the length or her appreciatively. The shimmer that radiate off her porcelain skin is intoxicating. I truly believe I could just stare at her and be a very happy man. Luckily though, I don’t only get to stare, I can touch and kiss and smell her as often as my heart desires.
Larkin spins around so that she is now facing me, and the front view of her makes my head spin. The way her hipbones show just enough to make her midsection appear perfectly flat. Even her bellybutton is the perfect indention, causing my mouth to water. So, I kiss it much like I would her mouth and she burst into laughter.
“Stop.” She squirms. “That tickles.”
I growl and jiggle my head as I drag my mouth to her hips and nip the hard bone. “You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on.”
Grabbing my head, she lifts it upwards. I have to tighten my arms around her so I don’t tumble backwards. Her perfect breasts tilt up towards the ceiling, making those rose-colored nipples protrude out from them, beckoning for attention.
I know she was about to say something, but the sight of them has me on my feet. In a move I didn’t know I possessed, I lift her off the ground by the globes of her rear and bring her breast to my lips. And while I am feasting on her, I toss her and me both on the bed so that we are now lying side by side.
Her nails dig into my hair, holding my head in place as she squeaks out these soft high-pitched purrs. All that does is light the wick inside me and ignite the flames of passion that have never taken over. The fire starts to burn away my resolve.
“Antonio.” She cries out. “Oh please … stop.”
I jerk back afraid that maybe I am hurting her. “Okay. What’s wrong my love?”
Larkin is practically hyperventilating. “You have … too many … clothes on.”
Sliding her body down the bed she shoves me onto my back and climbs on. Her fingers fumble with the buttons of my shirt. When I try to help, she slaps them away. Once she has it undone, she shoves it aside and begins tugging at my undershirt.
I sit up to shake off my shirt. Just about to remove my other one, when she tugs it up and over my head first. Accordingly, I tumble back onto the bed and watch as Larkin takes a slow scan of my physique.
I’m not an extremely hairy man, but I do possess hair on my chest and down my naval. My olive tone, in contrast with her porcelain, is a very impressive sight.
Larkin draws little circle with her nails around my now hard nipples and then leans forward. Her lips touch my burning flesh and I moan, knowing that she could very well be the death of me.
I lie there and try not to move while she worships my body like no other woman ever has. Her soft hand traces the lines of my abdomen, and then she strokes the moles that circle my naval, before dipping her tongue inside. That move nearly has me exploding in my pants, so I reach down and tug her back to my mouth, allowing me to kiss those lips again.
The feel of her fingers fumbling with my pants, has me rolling us both over onto our sides. I throw my leg over hers and tug her body closer to mine. She finally gets the fastening to cooperate and slides the zipper down. I kick my shoes off and then draw back so I can study her face.
Her eyes divert south as her thumbs slides underneath my waistband to shove it over my hips. I have to lift so she can free it and then I start kicking my legs until my pants slide off.
Next she runs her fingers over the Balenciaga label on my black briefs. Yeah, I am a briefs guy, never understood why men had so many choices really. I say plain briefs do the job just fine.
“I’ve never heard of this brand before.” Larkin shifts her gaze to meet my eyes, and watches mine as her hand slides just below the band. “Are they expensive?”
My breathing picks up slightly when her hand slides closer and closer to where I want her to touch me. “Don’t know. Don’t care.”
She stops her movement and starts to retreat that hand.
“Larkin love. Please don’t stop.” I thrust my hip towards her and watch her swallow.
Even after my protest she manages to pulls her hand all the way free as she sits up. “On your back.”
“What?” I shake my head with disapproval.
Rising to her knees again she shoves my shoulders. “On. Your. Back.”
I oblige and roll onto my back, but not before I put my mouth on her breast again and give it a good hard pull. “Now what?”
Larkin slides off the bed and stands. She wanders over to her dress and picks it up, draping it over the back of a chair. In fact, she picks up all our discarded clothing and makes sure they are off the floor and laid out flat.
“What are you doing?”
“Keeping our clothes from wrinkling while I work up the nerve to tell you what I am going to do next. I just needed to have a little pep talk with myself. I suggest you get used to how I am, since you will have to spend the next forty years dealing with me. Sometimes I just need to move. Staying still too long makes me edgy. I mean not that I was getting edgy, not really, I guess. I just needed to move because I started to overthink things and let a few unpleasant thoughts entry my mind. Therefore, I needed to move around a bit so that I could refocus and shake a few voices free.” She stops moving, places her hands on her hips and just stands there.
I rise to my elbows and stare at her gloriously sexy body. Scooting to the edge of the bed I decide to sit up so I can admire her fully. “Okay. So why you are standing there, giving yourself this pep talk, do me a favor?”
Several different little expressions cross her face while she tries to process my words. “Okay, sure.”
Standing to my feet I point to her white lacy panties. “Take off your knickers.”
Larkin glances down and shrugs. I can see her trying to debate it over in her head.
“Don’t think about it. Just do it. On the count of three, okay.”
She nods once and blinks a few times. Once her thumbs are in position, I count down quickly. “One. Two. Three.”
Larkin starts wiggling out of them, doesn’t even notice I have removed mine as well, until she glimpses back up. Hers are stuck halfway, around her knees. So, when she tries to take a step towards me, she gets tripped up and ends up on her knees and then d
oes a face plant.
Chapter 33
Larkin
Now that is one sure way to impress your man. Trip over your lacy panties, that are still tangled around your knees, and fall smack into his very large, very impressive, very …
“Larkin. Are you okay my love?” Antonio is so not even trying to hold back his chuckle. “You are determined to kneel before me aren’t you my sweet. Come on up you go.”
His very impressive appendix is now jetted straight out between his legs, jumping up towards his stomach. I can’t take my eyes off the massive thingamajig that is a sight of …
“Up.” He tugs on my arm and tries to help me stand. “No more falling onto your knees before me. If anyone is going to fall to his knees it shall be me. Here let me help you out of these tricky little knickers.”
Antonio squats down again and removes my lacy panties carefully. He drops fully to his knees, while he runs his eyes over the length of my body, making it heat up. He bends over and at first, I am trying to figure out what in the world he is doing, until his lips kiss my knee and I feel the sting.
“We need to take care of these abrasions.” He says as he kisses the other one. “You need to be more careful honey.”
I just say the first thing that pops inside my head. “And you should warn a girl before setting that prodigious apparatus free. How do you walk around with something like that between your legs?”
He glances down and shrugs. “One foot at a time. I didn’t mean to startle you. I just thought if you were going to be standing in front of me in the nude, I should be equally as vulnerable. Want me to put him a way for now?”
Not hesitating, Antonio reaches for his briefs and begins to stand so he can slide them back on.
I snatch those expensive briefs from his hand and toss them across the room. “No. I don’t want you to put it away. I want you to lie back down on the bed so I can get a good look at him.”
When my feet suddenly lift off the ground, I shriek and find myself bent in half, now staring at his glorious tight backside. I reach down and pat it, and I swear if I wasn’t tossed over his shoulder like this, I’d have swooned, instead I shiver. His entire back is just as stunning as his front, muscles that shift when he walks, making me want to lick them all.
“What did you just say?” I hear him asks me as he uprights me and sets my bare butt on the cool granite counter.
He opens a cabinet, sprays something on the gauze in his hand and presses it to my knees. I nearly kick him in the nuts when he does that, but he is fast and moves out of the way just in time. “Please do not break him tonight. The last time you kneed me, it took a few days to heal and I really hoped to let our sexy parts get acquainted.”
“What is the devil’s fire are you putting on my knees?” I jerk again when he places a clean piece of gauze on my other knee with that crap on it.
“Just an antiseptic to clean it out. You are worse than Isabel. She gets these kinds of abrasions from soccer and doesn’t squirm nearly as much as you do.” He grabs two new gauze pieces and does it again, but at the same time.
“Look Darth Vader, do that again and my sexy parts are going on strike.” I grab a handful of his chest hair and tug. “That freaking hurts and I told you pain and I are not friends.”
“Ouch.” He gently reaches up and removes my hand. “You are adorable when you get like this.”
Retrieving another spray bottle from his cabinet he shakes it before aiming it at my knee.
“No way Dr. Kevorkian. You are not spraying anything else on my poor battered knees.” I cover them with my hands.
Lifting the bottle, Antonio lets me read the label, an antibiotic spray. When I remove my hands, he leans forward and kisses my lips. Then he does something really smart and drops those lips to my bare chest, enclosing that warm mouth around my very sensitive nipple. Once I am totally distracted, he sprays my knee and I hardly feel it.
This is how I am suggesting he takes care of all my future injuries. And since I am very accident-prone, I foresee a lot of fun times in my near future.
I moan in protest when he stops and reaches in the cabinet again. This time he had two large square bandages in his hand. After he places them both on my knees, I take one look at them and frown.
“What?” He touches my chin and lifts it. “Why are you pouting?”
“Because I am the ultimate klutz. Name one other woman who would have fallen on her face like I did. Now I look like some poor oaf who can’t do anything right.”
Antonio rubs his nose against mine. “My oaf, who makes me laugh. You name one other woman who makes me feel like you make me feel. Someone who makes me forget who I am to the rest of the world. There isn’t one Larkin, because God broke the mold when he created you with me in mind. I love that you are able to look past everything and appreciate the man that hides inside of this shell. Now I believe you had something you wanted me to do, shall we get back to it?”
“Yes.” I shove him and jump off the counter. “Go lie on the bed while I pee. I’m in here and now I have the urge, so I’m going to take care of that first.”
He motions for me to do what it is in need to do while he walks back into the bedroom. I admire him until he closes the door and then I grab the sink with both of my hands and stare at my reflection.
“Did you get a good look at that?” I ask her.
She nods back with eyes the size of silver dollars.
“Yeah that is going to take some time getting used to. My vajayjay is going to revolt when he tries to put that inside of her.” I swallow hard. “Maybe if we distract him enough, he will forget about the fact that he didn’t actually slide it in. Any suggestions?”
“Larkin?” I hear his voice on the other side of the door. “Are you okay? I thought I heard you say something.”
“I’m fine. Just singing to myself.” I lie. “I’m washing my hands now.”
“Okay.” His voice is low. “Larkin?”
“Yeah.” I splash water on my face.
“We don’t have to have sex tonight honey. We can just fool around a bit if you want. If you don’t then we can just cuddle. I know that you …”
I yank the door open and point to the bed. “Shut up. Why aren’t you lying down like I instructed you.”
The smirk that takes over his face makes my heart swell. “Yes, my Queen. Your wish is my command.”
He grabs my waist as he backs up towards the bed. “What does my Queen wish for?”
“Please don’t call me that.” I feel the panic building. “I’m trying to maintain a certain amount of control here.”
“Larkin.” Antonio sits down on the bed. “Breathe. It’s just you and me. This is our bubble and no one else exists right now. What do you want to do?”
The love in his eyes gives me the courage to tell him what I want. “I want to see what those other women were talking about.”
“Larkin do not …” Antonio frowns but I cover his mouth with my hand to stop him from objecting.
“I need to do this Antonio. For me it is important. If they … if they had their lips or mouths on you like that, then I want to do it as well. Their smug little faces, while they recounted how you allowed them to do that, bothered me. I know I said that your past is not us, and it’s not, but they … I want to erase them from your mind.”
He mumbles behind my hand. “I don’t think about them ever.”
I tilt my head towards the ceiling and roll my eyes. “And I simple forgot about the first guy who felt me up.”
“You will forget him.” Antonio grabs my breast and squeezes. “I’ll make you forget everyone but me. Okay. Okay. I get it.”
He slides back on the bed and gets comfortable. Grabs a few pillows that he tucks under his head. Then he pats the bed next to him. “You don’t ever have to do anything you are not comfortable with.”
I crawl up next to him and stare at his large erection. Antonio reaches over and takes my right hand in his, interweaving our fingers. I t
ake my other hand and bravely wrap it and around him. The soft skin that encases his long rod surprises me, so I run it up towards the mushroom shaped tip and then back down again.
His fingers twitch in mine and a low groan resonates in his throat, so I ask him. “Do you like that?”
“Very much. Me trae mucho placer mi amor. Brings me so much pleasure.” He whispers as his Adam’s apple bobs. “I love it when you touch me. Su tacto es como unfuego que ilumina la parte mas profunda de mi y quema tan bueno. (Your touch is like a fire that lights the deepest parts of me and burns so good.)”
I get brave and lean forward to graze the tip. His words are so rapid now that I don’t understand him at all. I believe he mixes all of his languages together. Now feeling a little braver, I let the tip slip between my lips and breath in the musty sent of him.
I never thought I’d do anything like this. Never imagined I’d put a man’s privates between my lips and enjoy it.
But I do.
I shift my body some so I can run my tongue from the tip to the base and then back up the other side. I do that a few times before I slip it back inside my mouth and take a little more of him this time.
“Mi amor. My love, stop.” Antonio warns me, but I refuse to listen to him. “Larkin I … I am going to … awe … forgive me my love.”
He no sooner gets the words out, that as soon as I take him deeper in my mouth, a hot creamy liquid hit the back of my throat and coats my tongue. I’m not sure if I am supposed to spit it out or swallow it, so I just do want comes natural and swallow. And when I release him, more spills out and lands on his stomach, and even runs down my hand that is still pumping him. I can feel it pulsing under my fingers as the liquid squirts out a few more times. And then he softens slightly under my grip, so I release him. Not really thinking anything of it, I lick the warm liquid off my hand and then lean forward and clean it off his stomach.
By then Antonio has recovered enough to understand what I am doing, and before I know it, I am flat on my back with him hovering over me. We have been in this position many times before with our clothes on, but this is the first time with them off. The sight of him has me squirming, anticipating what his next move will be.