by Sienna Mynx
She was ready.
She received his tongue eagerly once it smoothly eased in and swept over her own. His large hands tugged down on the sleeves of her coat and the suede that had kept her warm was enticed off her shoulders and arms before the coat dropped to the floor. Kyra lifted her chin. She hungered for more of his kiss and instinctively she knew he held back. The pursuit of passion was supposed to be a shared one. Why was he slow in indulging in the pleasure? Would they tease each other all night or seal the deal?
Though she imagined him to be a rough, impatient lover because of his brutish manner, she found his touch soft and masterful. He eased his open palms up and down her hips causing the silky fabric to lift up her thighs. Slow and easy his touch went and so did her breathing. Slow and easy. His hands smoothly went round her curves to cup the rounded swell of her left and right buttocks. And next came the push. His hard chest crushed into hers as she was forced to embrace him. The unmistakable pressure of his arousal pulsed against her stomach. The muscles in her legs went as weak as jelly. Her arms circled his waist and her hands caressed up his back. His erection now present and persistent dispelled all doubt.
Kyra gasped. Not just from passion, but in the pursuit of a much-needed breath, a long denied breath that she dragged into her lungs. Renaldo’s lips brushed down her chin and then the column of her neck leaving the most lovely of kisses.
No he was gentle, careful, and aware of her. There was nothing hurried in his manner. And she was grateful.
“One word. You must learn it, before we begin,” Renaldo said. He traced his finger now across the outline of her lip. “Rallenti,” he said.
“Rah-lehn-tee,” she pronounced the word and smiled. “What does it mean?”
His gaze once again lifted from her breasts in the plunging neckline of her dress. Those beautiful brown eyes ringed in dark lashes connected with hers. “It means slow down.”
Kyra’s brows lowered with concern. “Slow down?”
“Say rallenti, and I will. If not you’re mine,” he warned.
He withdrew.
“Turn for me,” he said. “Face the door.”
It was a request she didn’t expect. So far she hadn’t made it any further than a few steps into his suite.
He stepped close behind her. “Do as I ask,” he said.
She turned and faced the door, more than curious as to why she hadn’t been brought to his bed yet. She could feel his body heat through her dress. Renaldo’s hands slowly went down her arms and when his fingers grazed her knuckles and then fingers she exhaled. He covered her hands and lifted them both for her to place her palms flat against the door. She was now in a position for a full body search.
“Is this an occupational requirement?” she chuckled.
“Che?” he asked.
“You’re a bodyguard right? Do you search every woman that shows up at your door in the middle of the night, or just me?”
“Just you,” he said. He ran the tab of her zipper down. The material peeled away from her skin. He traced the tip of a single finger down from the middle of her spine to the dimple above her ass. Jamie said she shouldn’t wear thongs or panties for fear of the lines against the silk. She wondered what he thought of her secret nudity.
“Why? Why come to my room?” he asked.
Kyra dropped her forehead on the door. She closed her eyes. She could confess that seducing him was part of the plan. She’d get the interview and scratch an itch she had since she first laid eyes on him. She could confess her restlessness. How much she wanted to find solid footing in her career, family, and love life. But a woman should never confess all vulnerabilities with a man she barely knew. The irony of wanting to share her body but not her soul with him struck her hard in the gut.
“Answer me, bella,” he asked now palming the side of her ass and giving it a firm squeeze.
“Unfinished business,” she glanced back over her shoulder at him. His gaze flickered up from her backside. Apparently he liked the view. She made sure to stand in her heels in a way that gave her ass a little more of a lift. “Do you want me to go?” she queried. There was a slight tremor in her voice. Not from fear. It was due to the sweet chill that tickled her skin from the gentle graze of his finger up and down her spine.
“No. You stay, cara. We conclude this business tonight.” He leaned in, took hold of both sides of her hips. The weight and pressure of his chest pressed her flat to the wall. His lips brushed her ear and her lashes fluttered. He whispered words. “Do you remember your first lesson?”
“Rallenti,” she replied.
“Bravissima,” he said.
Kyra smiled to herself but kept the evidence hidden.
“The dress. Spogliati. It comes off. Slowly,” he requested.
Renaldo walked away from her. Kyra opened her eyes and her breathing regulated to a slow easy rhythm. She held the front of the delicate fabric of her borrowed dress to her breasts. She had to give herself a moment to collect herself. They’d done nothing and yet she felt everything. From the bottoms of her feet to the erect points of her nipples, she felt everything. Slowly her gaze went over her shoulder. She was alone.
She stepped over her coat and followed. The en suite was dark. There was no evidence that he now resided here. Kyra sought his luggage, a briefcase, maybe a pair of shoes with her eyes. She saw nothing.
The door to the bedroom was to the right of the suite instead of the left. And it was open. A final edge of caution sliced through her mind and she considered what lay behind that door.
Renaldo and his safe word: rallenti.
After she breached his chamber her courage returned. In the bedroom Renaldo occupied a large wingback chair pushed off near the drapes. He’d shed his boxers. Exposed was the expansive length and thickness of his semi-erect dick. The sight of him staring at her in the dark, waiting, stirred her arousal beyond any man’s touch in the past. Kyra realized that though she considered herself free of the restraints of her cultured life she had dealt with nothing but boys. Renaldo was a man. He stared at her as one. And he’d fuck her like one. Of this she was sure.
Kyra walked into the room. The only light was from the half opened door to the bathroom. She wondered if it was enough. He didn’t seem to be bothered by the shadows that cloaked them.
“Can you teach me another word?” Kyra asked as she lowered her hands. The front of her dress fell away to reveal her medium sized breasts. He’d been fixated on them since her arrival at the door. Jamie convinced her to wear pasties as nipple covers instead of a bra. Kyra peeled off one circular pasty and then the other to reveal her dark nipples. This drew his attention as well. He sat forward and stared at her.
“Sei bellissima,” he replied.
“I think I know what that means,” she teased.
Slow and easy she pulled the dress down her heart shaped hips where the garment fit snug. And then she let the dress drop to her sparkling stilettos. She and Jamie were proud of the pair of shoes she modeled. They hand glued hundreds of tiny Swarovski crystals over each shoe. This pair was the best in her designer collection. In the dark they glistened like polished emerald chips covering her feet.
Renaldo noticed.
His gaze lowered to her feet. “Keep those on,” he requested.
Kyra bit her lip in a daze over the anticipation of his next move. And then he made it.
Renaldo stood.
The sparse light in the room only sharpened one side of his tall form. Tattoos of both a religious and dark nature evenly spread over his skin. She barely noticed them before, now she was intrigued. The most striking was a skull. It had a savage looking blade rammed into the crown exiting the left jawbone.
Kyra stepped over her dress and to him. She felt compelled to touch it. “What does this mean?
“Morte. It means death,” he answered.
“Death? Why would you want death on your chest?” she asked. His left hand went to her hip. He softly traced the outline of her hip with his trigge
r finger.
“Your lips, they’re lovely,” he drawled.
“So are yours,” Kyra smiled.
He noticed.
“You always make jokes little shoe maker?” he asked.
“I’m a funny girl, and not so little. Right?” she asked.
She was all woman. Not little at all. He wanted her. The Nubian beauty with the eyes of an Egyptian queen had enchanted him. What a lovely body she had. The dark pert nipples extended from smooth brown skin made his mouth water. Her slender flat waistline and nicely heart shaped hips and thighs spoke to her femininity. This beauty had childbearing hips. Only a real man appreciated what that meant—a tight warm pussy that he could run his cock into deep. He imagined how lovely she would be out of the dress when he first laid eyes on her tonight. Reality proved much more satisfying. He had been a fool to turn her away.
“What is it? Why are you staring at me?” Kyra asked.
He lowered his mouth down to hers with both his hands cradling the sides of her face. There was no resistance on her part. None. With an almost silent release of a sigh in her throat she parted her lovely lips and teased her tongue to join in the sweeping plunge. The kiss was searing, hot, hard, and forceful. The swell of her breasts brushed his chest gently and he could feel the hardening peaks of her nipples. Go slow, Renaldo. Don’t scare her. Not yet. His inner voice warned. He’d ease her into his desires and pay attention to her needs. Renaldo had every intention of exploring and enjoying every inch of her.
The passionate demands of their kiss melted with sweetness. So did his shoe maker. Her body was warm and soft all over. He let go of her, pleased with his choice. Though unforeseen, Kyra Okeeno had been his choice all along. If she wasn’t he’d never have let her through the door.
Renaldo released her lips but held on to keep her sex pressed up against his erection and her standing on her toes. Kyra blinked alert with a glazed over stare of acceptance in her eyes. “Sweet and rough, I-I-I like those kinds of kisses. But I know you can do better,” she teased. The gleam of wild excitement in her eyes coupled with the supreme confidence in her voice challenged the primal side of him. She pushed Renaldo off her and backed out of his embrace. Renaldo drew his lips in and licked off the trace evidence of their kiss. She crawled across the mattress on hands and knees. The small part of her back was curved and it pushed up her lovely round ass for him. His dick tightened painfully hard. He found himself stroking the length to ease the discomfort.
Renaldo stepped to the bed. He took her by the hips and directed her back to the edge of the bed.
“First your pleasure, carrissima. And then mine.” He lowered to his knees. Thanks to his height he was able to bring her pussy center face level. She had the prettiest pussy, with dark lips and a hot pink dewy center. A masterpiece. Renaldo parted her folds. Kyra groaned. He tasted her cunt first. With a little tickle of his tongue he toggled the hard knot of her clitoris before he latched on and sucked her bud.
Her cry of pleasure would be the first of many.
He tested her. Slipped a finger into her cunt and found how tight and small she was for a woman with her hips. The tension coiled even tighter around his dick. He willed his cock to remain tamed. He licked and sucked her pussy, let his tongue stray up to her forbidden zone and gave her a deep kiss there. The backs of her thighs and buttocks trembled. When he swirled his tongue deep into her core he inserted one finger into her anus and then two to work her into a whimpering frenzy.
Kyra cried out sweetly. He withdrew and flipped her on the bed to turn her pussy up to him for more dining. On her back she panted with surprise but parted herself with two fingers to be of assistance. He buried his face between her thighs. She thrust her pelvis up in a desperate plea for more. If she were only his for one night, and he was pretty sure with his lifestyle she was, he’d make sure that no man measured greater than him.
Renaldo fucked her pussy and then her deepest hole with his tongue, and brought her to a collapsing orgasm on the sheets. He left her there squirming and holding herself. He went to the bathroom. There he gargled and cleansed his mouth. Everything in his life was orderly and neat—sex was more of the same. He checked his toiletry bag and found only one condom. The disappointment cut him to his core.
Was he for real? The man spent twenty minutes giving her the best head of her life and now he was brushing his teeth? She giggled to herself too high on pleasure to be insulted. The clean vibrant smell of his sheets was so erotic. Her body tingled in all the right places. The light clicked off in the bathroom and she could hear him approach the bed. Kyra didn’t bother to open her eyes. She heard the rip of the condom, and knew he slid one on. She had some in her purse to offer, but she figured a guy like him kept plenty.
The bed shifted. He joined her. She opened her eyes and looked up into those topaz beauties of his. They bore down on her with a feral look of hunger. It intensified the predatory edge to his clenched jaws and flared nostrils. If this was his look of restraint she liked it. She liked it a lot.
“How do you say give it to me in Italian?” she asked, as she reached between them and fisted his cock to guide him to her center.
“Dammelo,” he replied.
“Mmm, dammelo,” she said.
The initial thrust of his cock felt as if it were as wide as his fist. Kyra gasped and gripped his arms. He circled his hips and sank in a couple of shallow inches, but the invasion was intensely painful. “Ugh, baby, oh my God!” Kyra said, not believing she could receive all of him. “Rallenti…” she wheezed, remembering the warning he gave her at the beginning.
He kissed her forehead and worked his hips slow and easy to push deeper and deeper. Lord it was too much! There was plenty of tenderness in how he kissed her face and neck, but the powerful thrusts of his tunneling dick had her digging her nails into his skin. He gripped her hips with both hands tight as a vice and pinned her still beneath him. Then he thrust long strokes and soon, to her amazement, the walls of her pussy loosened for him. She lost her virginity when she was seventeen. She was no amateur. But Renaldo proved to be well endowed. She was never a fan of big dicks. Tonight, oh my, she was a believer in the almighty cock.
She found the rhythm and began to move with him and her lashes fluttered as pain dissolved into heat waves of pleasure. The man was pure muscle. She could feel it in his chest as he pressed down upon hers. She could feel it in his embrace as his arms slid beneath her and he cradled her close. And she could feel it in his dick, like steel wrapped in silk. Its power drove with relentless rhythm, deep, in-and-out, repeated long strokes.
Kyra whimpered the word once more. Rallenti.
Renaldo hadn’t heard her. He began to increase his thrusts. He fucked her fast and smooth. She fought to catch her breath. He pumped his hips and stroked up into her so deep she was nearly foolish enough to beg for more.
“Open your legs, wider!” he grunted never missing a beat.
Kyra gasped and feared obeying. How much deeper could he go? She held on to him and gave more of herself. He groaned against her ear. To her shock he did what she could not. He lifted her ankles and put then both around his neck. He then began to fuck her so fast and hard she nearly wept.
“Rallenti!” she cried out. This time she found her voice. “Rallenti! Rallenti! Rallenti!”
And he slowed again.
“Oh God! I can’t take it!” Kyra cried out almost in hysteria.
“Yes, cara. You will take it. And take it. And take it,” he kissed her neck. He wet her nipples with sucks and licks of his tongue.
She gritted her teeth as he began to torment her with slow short strokes, then switch to hard and deep penetrating thrusts. And true to his word she found she could indeed take it. Her pussy was on fire with sensations, raw heady sensations that sent jolts of pleasure through her channel. He pressed down on her and her legs were forced back with her knees crushed to her breasts. Although the back of her legs burned with discomfort from the stretch, the position freed her to
really experience every inch of him.
“Rallenti,” she exhaled as he kept going, unable to stop. “Renaldo… please.”
He stopped and withdrew. “We go slow, for you, cara.”
“Please,” she begged.
“You cum for me,” he turned her to the side. She was too dazed to comprehend the meaning of his words. He spooned her from behind and they lay on their left sides. He kissed her neck and traced his tongue up to her ear. His large calloused hand cupped her breast and he gently rubbed the tender ache out of her nipple as he caressed her.
“Yes God,” she sighed.
“Not God, cara, Renaldo,” he said.
“Mmhmm,” she replied.
He was so careful with rubbing and kissing her as his dick pressed into her backside. Slowly he eased her into position again. Moving her thigh up, his hand rubbed down her belly and lower to massage her sensitive bud. “Your pussy, cara. Warm, tight. I like it. I wish it was mine. To feel it against my dick,” he breathed the words into her ear. And with slow ease he thrust into her once more. “American pussy tight? No?”
She laughed. “All pussy is tight,” she sighed and moved her hips to receive more of him once more.
“No. No. No. Not all pussy, not as sweet as this,” he said. He held her and pumped his cock in and out of her while massaging her clit and winding the tension in her pelvis to an unbearable tightness.
“I’m going to cum,” she gasped. Surprised to achieve it so easily, with all of his might he thrust deeply inside of her.
“Of course you will. I will see to it.” Renaldo said. He was slightly raised. She glanced back to see he was looking at their joining as he fucked her again and again. Kyra collapsed under the pressure and gave into the orgasmic release, crying out in splendor. And Renaldo joined her soon after. His breath escaped in jagged gusts as he lost his rhythm and seized her tight to him before he shuddered his release.
Exhausted, she couldn’t speak. Renaldo apologized. He kissed her face and her shoulder as he slowly pulled out of her. He said something in Italian she didn’t understand and she sighed. He rolled off the bed and left her there shivering as she had before. She heard the water run. He then returned and she felt a warm rag on her as he cleaned traces of their sex away. It was actually her essence since he used a condom. He then put them both under the covers.