Fire In His Eyes

by Nightingale, MJ

  Our dinner arrived, steaks with green beans for me, a baked potato for him. We ate, leisurely, talked, and more margaritas arrived. I didn’t even notice he had ordered them, or that I had even finished the first one, but the waitress was taking the empty glasses away. He sat next to me on the green faux leather seats, and his hand kept straying to my thighs, brushing them lightly, stroking them gently. My senses were on high alert, and yet my brain was dulled by the Cuervo, a sensual heady combination.

  “Are you ready?” His eyebrow arched devilishly at me asking my permission.

  “Yes.” I was ready.

  He called the waitress over, paid the bill, and helped me to scoot across the seat holding my hand behind his back as he escorted me out of the now crowded restaurant. I trailed behind him through the waiting patrons near the restaurant’s entrance feeling a little light-headed from the two double margaritas. We were back to his car in quick time, and he swung me around and pressed me against the passenger side of the car pushing his erection into me. He buried his head into my neck, and confessed in my ear, “I have been hard for you all night!”

  His lips found mine, as one hand began to stroke my thigh inching up higher under the hem of my dress. Instinctively I raised one leg and pulled him in closer to me. My pulse quickened as his fingers inched closer to my loins. When the tips of his fingers reached the lace of my panties my legs began to shake and I felt a quivering rush deep inside of me. Heat pooled at my core. I moaned his name and breathlessly groaned out, “Oh Victor, I can’t wait to feel you inside of me. I want you, inside of me.” And like magic granting my wish, two fingers moved my panties aside, and slowly, achingly slow, began to insert themselves into the center of my being. Victor’s other hand caressed the side of my breast, as he continued to kiss me in a crushing kiss that drove me wild. He devoured me. He consumed me. I couldn’t think. I could only feel, as this sense of fullness began to fill me. His thumb circled my core, two, then three times, slowly, leisurely, and I groaned and pushed into him. I was wet, so very wet. In and out, over and over again with those wicked fingers, I felt myself begin to move in time to his rhythm. A building pleasure and excitement coursed through my veins. I clenched around his fingers as he began to withdraw them once more, he insert them again, and again. I felt like I was going to cum. I was close.

  I had to feel him, too. My hands had been roaming restlessly over his well-defined back, and the muscles there. I scratched lightly at first, then dug into him alternating with caresses, my palms on his back. I slipped one hand between us and felt his dick through his pants. It was big, and hard. I felt it pulsing in my hand through the material, and he savagely broke the kiss, and tilted his head, back to say my name. “Monica, softer. Not so hard, baby.” I lightened my touch. He returned to kissing me.

  We heard laughter behind us, and both froze frustrated and panting for air. He rested his forehead on mine for a second breathing hard, trying to regain control, and then he pulled back and gave me that grin. The grin that was just a little lop sided, and made that delicious dimple appear in his cheek. It was sexy as hell.

  “Your place, now!” His eyes, ice blue, glittered and smoldered with white flame. How the heck we were going to make it to my place without ripping each other’s clothes off, I didn’t know.

  The drive to my home was done quickly and silently. As I fumbled with my keys and the lock in my excitement, I could hear the incessant ringing of the telephone. I reached to the wall to pick up the receiver of my cordless phone as Victor trailed behind me. I was mumbling something about my sister calling to check in, but clear thoughts were eluding me as his hands were already on my back and ass, and lifting the hem of my dress. I put the receiver to my ear, but couldn’t concentrate, and barely heard my sister say, “Hi! How was dinner?” Victor had turned me around and had me up against the wall in the hallway between my kitchen and living room. He was already trailing kisses along my neck, and collarbone and stroking my thighs. I was feverish with desire and a fine film of perspiration coated my entire body.

  Ana was talking, but I wasn’t hearing a thing. “I DID see mom, she was great, fantastic,” I panted into the phone and I dropped the receiver onto the charger with a clatter as Victor’s hands tweaked my nipples through the material of my dress. Not caring if the phone was off or on the hook, I let my hands fly and roam his back and shoulders once more.

  As soon as the phone was forgotten, his hands left my nipples; he reached for the hem of my dress, and yanked it over my head, stepping back to take in my body. The look he gave me was the biggest compliment he could have ever had given me—his eyes were on fire with desire for me. “You are so fucking beautiful, Monica. Let’s fuck.”

  His words were harsh, but what a fucking turn on. I was getting wetter. Burning, yearning for what my body knew only he could provide. He reached for me, and lifted me up right under the arms. He was strong and carried me just like that and set me on the sofa behind us. He separated my legs and positioned me while still standing and stroked my thighs; instinctively I wanted to close them. My back was against the side arm, with one leg up on the sofa bent at the knee and the other hanging off the side. “Don’t move,” he commanded. It took all of my will power, but I didn’t move and watched as he slowly undressed, first taking his belt off, then his shirt, his slacks, and lastly his boxer briefs folding them neatly and placing everything on the floor beside the sofa. He was gloriously naked standing in front of me. His erection, once sprung, was massive. He had at least a good eight inches, and the girth! Oh, my! He must have seen my eyes widen in surprise. “Don’t worry, it will fit,” and laughed at my dazed expression. Spread eagled before him, I was feverish with desire.

  He knelt on the carpet in front of me, and urged my hips off the sofa with his hands, as he slid my panties down slowly just a few inches. “Always wear a matched set for me, Monica. I like that.” After removing my panties and gliding them off my legs, he allowed me to lean back on to the sofa, but kept one hand under my rear caressing it, squeezing it. His other hand grasped my thigh almost pinching it as he slowly began to allow his head to descend, keeping his eyes locked on to mine. “I am going to enjoy this as much as you will, Monica. I like pussy, I like to kiss it, taste it, suck it.” Oh, my! I had never had this done to me before. With his shoulders spreading me wider and his hand holding one leg, he dipped down, and the moment his tongue touched my center, my head flew back. It was fricking awesome. I felt every lick, every lap of his tongue. He sucked on my core, licked and licked. My head began to toss back and forth of its own accord. I had no control. He licked me and my muscles quivered, and pulsated. I tried to squeeze my legs together because the feelings were so intense. His whole head was in there. He rubbed his nose against my sensitive flesh, and lashed me with his tongue and lapped at me until I thought I would scream. My hips began to gyrate of their own volition. The excitement in me grew until I was nearly ready to explode; his finger on his other hand explored my ass, and tentatively poked me. The pleasure was so intense, and without any thought, I screamed, “Oh, my god! Fuck Me!”

  “I will later,” he grinned up at me momentarily while I squirmed and writhed uncontrollably, and then he continued licking, and sucking. I never knew pleasure like this. He licked, sucked and tasted just as he had promised. I moaned my pleasure, and bucked some more. And then I exploded into a million little pieces and reared my hips toward him pushing myself onto his face, as he sucked on my crazy over sensitive nub, and I exploded again.

  “Fuuckk!” That garbled scream had come from me. He finally lifted his head after my second orgasm in quick succession, and smiled at me. He watched me as my eyes went from cloudy pleasure to reality. I tried to reach for him, but I was still panting and out of breath. He got up from his knees and lay himself between my legs, and crawled up onto my body, putting his weight on one forearm as he lay beside me.

  “Now, it’s my turn,” he murmured. The man had such control. One hand reached over the side of the so
fa, and fumbled around. He showed me the condom he held, and using his teeth ripped the package open. I scooted sideways as he placed the condom over the head of his penis, and then he took my hand in his, and placed it on his dick. With his hand on mine, we rolled the condom down, and I watched his eyes close with pleasure, as I tightened my grasp around him. I continued to hold him, and he then pulled me to him and went in for a kiss. Deep into the kiss, I could feel his hands begin to roam. He played my body like an instrument. All the while he was stroking me, first my legs, then my abdomen, flat now, and then finally my breasts through the bra. Other parts of my body became alive with desire for Victor and my hands began to roam and explore his exquisite body, as well.

  He broke the kiss with these words: “I want to see your breasts now, Monica.” And, he pulled both cups of my bra down. “Lovely, almost perfect!” He said teasingly. I gave him a puzzled look. “I like bigger tits!” His smile was mischievous as he dipped his head and began to pay each one of them exquisite attention. While licking one, he was squeezing the other gently. He rubbed his palm on the already excited flesh and my nipples tightened and hardened even more. Small fires of longing shot through me again, licks of pleasure, and then his teeth were on the other nipple, biting gently as his tongue titillated and toyed with the tip. I began to squirm beneath him. I had to touch him, too. I scratched his back lightly by instinct alone and felt between us to find his cock Like in the parking lot, he was granite hard and I could feel pulsating beneath the skin. His dick was hot, as the blood rushing into it pumped through his engorged penis. My fingers shifted to grasp him all the way around, the tips barely reaching, I stroked him. Once, twice. He groaned around my nipple. His teeth released my nipple, and cool air from the ceiling fan made it pebble even harder if possible. He scooted a little higher, took my hand, the one that held his dick, and then his massive cock plunged deep into me, penetrated me to my very core. As he sank into me, he groaned his pleasure quite audibly. He stilled for a moment allowing my body the time it needed to stretch to be able to accommodate his massiveness. It was exquisite pleasure, and we fit so perfectly. It was slow torture as he began to move. In, then out, almost. In again. Slowly. He built the fire within me unhurriedly and deliberately, stoking the flames of our desire. He began to move faster. He kissed me crushing his lips onto mine, and plunged his tongue into my mouth as his dick charged again and again, deep, and full, so fulfilling.

  I felt the quaking within me begin to build again, and feeling it he slowed his tempo. “Not yet,” he grounded out in a guttural gasp. “Wait for me!” he demanded. He plunged again, picking up the speed, rubbing against my center, grinding into me, diving into me. I was burning, slick, my wetness began to seep down my legs. He screamed my name, I screamed his a fraction of a second later as I felt his seed spill into the condom. He collapsed on top of me breathless and panting and his weight felt good to me to.

  When he tried to pull away a minute later, I begged, “Not yet! It feels so good. I want you inside me like this. I can’t believe how good it feels.” I didn’t want to lose this connection, this oneness I felt with him still inside of me. He complied for a little while. But then, slowly he withdrew and took the condom off. I felt empty. He then twisted crosswise and sat up on the side of the sofa and retrieved a couple more condoms and smiled at me mischievously.

  He scooped me up onto his lap, and with one eyebrow raised inquired, “Bedroom?”

  Spent for now but happily so, I indicated over my shoulder with my chin. He walked briskly to the room I indicated and he laid me down gently on my bed. He got in next to me and turned me on to my side away from him, spooning me from behind. “Now go to sleep, Mi Cara, because I am going to fuck you again in the middle of the night, and again in the morning.” And, he did!

  Victor was up early and had me again, as he promised. He was an amazing lover and the bedroom gymnastics we had competed in last night had me exhausted and a little sore. By seven, he asked if I could make him coffee, and if I would join him in the shower. I glanced at him and caught his mischievous expression. One eyebrow was raised very temptingly. How could he possibly still be able to do this again, I thought. But, I wasn’t about to complain. I gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and hopped out of bed wrapping the sheet around my body.

  “Hey, don’t hide your body,” he ordered. So, bossy! “I like to see what I am going to fuck!” He laughed as I just held up my arms letting the sheet drop as I continued exiting my bedroom giving him a nice view of my backside.

  I walked into the kitchen completely buck naked, and I quickly opened the pantry in my large eat in kitchen and grabbed what I needed. When I started scooping the coffee into the filter and poured the carafe of water into the chamber, I heard the shower turn on. I hastily finished the making the coffee, swiped the counter with a sponge, and then made my way into the bathroom wondering what Victor had in store for me now. Before letting him know I was also in the bathroom, I admired his body through the smoky glass doors. In the early morning light slanting through the window, I could see more clearly that he did indeed, have the most meticulously amazing body. He was lean in all the right places, probably didn’t have an ounce of body fat, but was incredibly well-defined. His chest and arms were magnificent. The man was strong and fit and not only did it reveal he did run, but he worked out with weights and must spend a great deal of time at the gym. He wasn’t body builder huge, but he was stacked with rippling muscles just underneath his smooth tan skin. I felt those muscles last night and this morning under my fingertips as my hands roamed his whole body.

  “Knock, Knock,” I said as I stood just outside the shower door. He slid one door open marginally and peeked at me.

  “Get another condom, Monica, from my pants pocket and get in,” he grumbled as he opened the door wider. I scrambled into the living room and reached into his pants pocket and found the condoms he had been using, and hastily made my way back into the bathroom. I stepped into the steaming shower, he took the condom out of my proffered hand placing it on the window sill, and then he turned me in front of him so that I was immediately under the spray of the shower head with the luxuriant water cascading down my aching body. “I am going to wash you. Would you like me to do that?” he purred into me ear from behind me.

  “Yes, I-I would like that,” I stammered. The way he spoke thrilled me and sent goose bumps popping along my arms.

  “So hesitant. I like that about you. I can tell you do not have a lot of experience. It makes a guy feel good to know that what he is possessing is so untried and unexplored. How old are you, Monica?” he whispered seductively as he positioned my hands on the wall on either side of the shower head.

  “I’m thirty. You?” I asked nervously. What was he going to do with my hands splayed on the wall like this? I felt helpless, exposed. I had never showered with a man before and it made me feel a little vulnerable, exposed, let alone let someone wash me.

  “I’m thirty-five. But you, Monica, look younger, much younger. You have great skin, you must drink a lot of water.” I peered over my shoulder and he was lathering up my loofah sponge and he began scrubbing my back with it in large circles. It felt delicious, decadent even. The sponge went lower over my hips, back and forth on either side, then around each of my butt cheeks and then through the crack that defined my rear. The sensation of someone washing your body is indescribable. The combination of the hot water, the soap, the sensual movements, and his husky words had me panting already and he hadn’t even reached any of my erogenous zones. It was Victor’s voice, so sultry. It must be. How he could caress me with just his words, I did not know. Just as I had that thought, his hand dipped between my legs and the sponge parted my lips through the soft curls there and found my core. He massaged the soapy lather over my center. I groaned under the spray, water trickling into my mouth from my parted lips. I pushed myself into his hand, as he reached around me to slide his other wet slippery hand up my rib cage, then grasped my breast and squeezed it, and
released, and squeezed again. Resonances of pleasure continued to come out of my mouth. The water so hot, the rubbing, the slickness of it all had me wanting.

  “Bend over, Monica. Put your hands on either side of the tub on the edges there.” He growled and indicated pointing at where he wanted me to place my hands. He backed up enough to give me the room to do it while he fumbled with the condom he had placed earlier on the window sill. I did what he asked but missed the pleasure I felt from his grasping my breast and rubbing me with the soft sponge. “Spread your legs, baby. Wider,” he urged. I did. I felt his erection press into my backside. “I need you to bend your head down a little lower.” Again, I did as he asked. I couldn’t refuse him anything. I was pliable, like putty in his hands. “I am going to fuck you so hard from behind, Monica, and you are going to love it!” I believed him. He placed his hands on my hips and gripped me firmly and with no hesitation charged into my pussy, penetrating me so deeply that it hurt a little bit, but then the pleasure of his slamming into me over and over again and the hot water cascading over my sensitive skin soon made me forget that momentary discomfort. He had a good strong rhythm going right from the start and ripples of sensation almost immediately coursed through my vagina. “Touch yourself, Monica. Use one hand to pleasure yourself. I won’t let you fall.” He held me firmly, and continued his punishing deep thrusts. Tentatively, I removed one hand from the tub and found my clit easily. It was already swollen and engorged. I flicked it back and forth with light touches and eventually increased the pressure there swirling two fingers over myself again and again. He plunged and hammered into me over and over. My breathing became ragged. I was close, so close. His hold on my hips intensified and his fingers clenched and dug into the flesh of my hips, but even that felt good. My body was alive, like it had never been before and I enjoyed every sensation. I felt his dick getting harder. It filled me. “I am going to come soon, Monica! Oh, god baby!” The walls of my vagina that had been rippling now clenched and began to spasm around him at those words. My pussy squeezed and released him repeatedly as he slipped in and out of me with furious intensity. I continued to rub myself furiously increasing the pressure. A cord of electricity sent shock waves from my pussy to my nipples causing them to tighten into hard pebbles. Victor screamed, “Oh, fuck.” It was a garbled and strangled sound. I loved it; it made me feel powerful. I was doing this to him, making him feel this way. My legs began to give way but he held firm and slid into me two more times as I then found my own release and screamed his name.