Three of Diamonds (Hamden Series)

by W. Ferraro

  “I love the shoes. Not only are they sexy as hell, but they also make you the perfect height for this.”

  Gently but intently, he pushed her forward, so she bent over the back of the couch. Pushing her shirt up, exposing her back to him, he noticed the tattoo there at her lower back, which had been plaguing him since the night at Cal’s months ago.

  The darkened space limited his ability to see it clearly, so he just said, “Beautiful ink.”

  She did not respond.

  He lowered his zipper, letting his pants fall with gravity. He pushed his boxer briefs down and finally was able to feel her warm flesh with his hard straining skin. Letting his hands touch her from behind, he found her absolutely dripping wet with her arousal. He probed her entrance and after one long breath, he plunged into her sweet heat. Both of them moaned at the sensation; she from her body’s easily acceptance of him, his from the extreme tightness squeezing his throbbing erection; and the ritual began.

  He pounded her flesh, thrusting into her harder and harder with each passing minute. The only sound in the large space was sounds of great sex; skin slapping skin, moans of pleasure and heavy breathing from exertion. He held onto her hip with his left hand, while his right fisted her hair, angling her head back.

  “Oh God! Give it to me. Harder…harder.” Lola whimpered.

  “As you wish.” He answered, as he increased the already incredible pace. Hearing his body connect with hers was such an erotic sound, but feeling the sensation was more than enough to bring him to the brink. Knowing she hadn’t found her release yet, he let go of her hair, moving his hand around her hip down and delving his finger in just where she needed it. Within seconds, she began to thrust back against him, bucking for the release that was skyrocketing through her. She called out her release, relishing in the privacy they finally had. She shouted her excitement and he enjoyed her ability to let go, allowing her body to react as it naturally did when she found her orgasm. With her quieting and her body beginning to go slack, he pounded into her, feeling his own release erupting. He collapsed onto her, kissing her back, shoulder, neck, wherever he could reach with his lips without moving any other muscles.

  Lola was grateful the couch was supporting her weight because she didn’t think she would be able to hold a feather up. As she laid upon the cool leather, she could feel the evidence of what just occurred begin to run down her leg and she was completely okay with it. Moments turned into minutes and her back was beginning to remind her this was not a posture appropriate position. Lola started to giggle resulting in Wes chuckling too.

  “I suppose I should get off of you, huh?”

  “I think my spine would appreciate it.”

  “Shit!” He leveled himself off her, immediately not liking the disconnect from her body. He quickly righted his own clothing before assisting her with hers.

  When they were both clothed, he held her face between his palms and kissed her, thanking her with his lips. “Now that that is out of the way, I can give you a proper tour and begin your seduction as you deserve.” Leaving one last kiss on her edible lips, he dropped his hands taking hold of one of hers and started to show her his condo.

  “This is obviously the living room or great room. I think you got a close up view of my style of furniture.” They both chuckled at his pun. He pulled her down the small hallway to the kitchen. Lola had never seen a kitchen like this. It was sleek and black on all surfaces except for the open glass shelves that housed all kitchen necessities; plates, cups, bowls and small appliances. The high pub style table, with its sleek black chairs, was tucked into the corner, surrounded by another floor to ceiling view of the world outside these walls. He showed her the office space off the kitchen. The room was consistent with the house she had seen thus far. Elegant, yet masculine, and very much Wes.

  Wes watched as she took in his office. He was racking his brain trying to figure out why he was showing her this space when all he should be doing is introducing her to his room, but now that she was here, he wanted to show her everything. He wanted Lola to see where and how he spent his time. He wanted her to see what he never showed anyone.

  Just looking at her gorgeous profile made him want her again. The way they just went at it like animals should have licked the inferno that was inside him but, if anything, the flames were just spreading. He felt his body stir as his eyes raked over her. He wanted at least an hour just to look at her. Just to take his time and memorize every inch of delectable inch. Memories of how she felt coating and taking him inside of her. The way he felt himself grow even more aroused wrapped in her heat.

  Grabbing her hand, he pulled her quickly along in his wake. The sudden need to end her tour ripped through him.

  “In a rush?” Lola asked, knowing she was being sarcastic, but honestly, she was done with the impeccable condo, the only sight of perfection she wanted to focus on was him.

  Her feet shuffled quickly along in her heels, as she tried to keep up with his much longer stride. He opened a door, the darkness swallowed her. But quickly, her eyes adjusted. Her legs hit a tall soft surface, but it was the view that drew her attention. Much like the rest of the condo, this room had floor to ceiling windows, which looked out over the world beyond the glass. It grew so much darker than when they were in the great room, causing the twinkle of lights from beyond to cut through the blackness. Even though they were exposed to the world, it was still private and isolating; which only made it that much more erotic.

  Light splashed across the room from a lone floor lamp in the corner. Lola turned to allow her eyes to take in the rest of the room. She felt her face redden as she noticed the bed was in fact, not covered in gold luxurious linens, as she had thought it would be, but rather a simple black duvet with pillows in hues of gray.

  “Something wrong?” Wes asked, watching her focusing on the giant bed.

  Her eyes jetted to his, as she smiled nervously, as if being caught. “No, just not what I expected.”

  “I’m curious now.” Wes said as he crossed his arms over his chest taking in the sight of her in his bedroom. Damn he liked the way she looked in here.

  “Well, you are going to remain curious. Besides, I don’t think you brought me in here to discuss my thoughts of your home, did you?” She cocked her head to the side as she stared at him.

  “Touché.” Wes said, as his sexy grin spread across his face.

  The sequin from her shirt caught the light of her slow movements. She swayed slightly from nerves as well as the height of her shoes. He began to walk towards her slowly, suddenly wanting to drive her as crazy as he felt. When he was in front of her, gently he reached up brushing her hair over her shoulder, so that her soft skin was once again exposed.

  Looking at her now through hooded eyes he said, “Where should I begin? Here?” he kissed her shoulder, “Or here?” he asked as he moved his lips to her neck, concentrating on the spot where her ear connects. “Or perhaps here?” Wes lifts his hand to her breast, flexing his fingers over the thick full weight, exaggerating his palm’s caress against the hard nub. Just when she thinks he won’t stop; he does. Wes goes down on his knees, looks up to her, rubs his chin against her center and inhales deeply. “Or should I just go directly to the spot you want me?” Leaning down, he nips wide mouthed through her clothes.

  YUP! Okay, I’m officially going to die! Lola thought to herself.

  “You smell like sex. I like it.” Wes whispers between kisses of her covered treasure. Slowly he raises his hands to her waistband, undoing the button easily. Still kneeling in front of her, he slowly pulls the denim down over her hips until they pooled at her feet. Helping her keep balance, he assists her in removing her jeans while her shoes stayed in place. Once both feet are free, he stands, grabbing the hem of her shirt and slowly, as if savoring the sight of her first almost complete exposure to him. Once the top was free of her hair, he let it fall to the floor, to be forgotten, like her pants. Finally, Lola is stripped of most her clothes. Wes placed a kis
s on her forehead before taking several steps backwards.

  Lola stood self-conscious and concerned over her selection of come-and-get-me-attire. Between her long black hair flowing down from the top and the silver sequined heels at her feet, her strapless black and white polka dotted long line bra covered but emphasized all her glorious exposed skin. The wide white lace lining the trim of the cups only pronounced the full skin in its confines. The cup sexily pushed up naturally bountiful breasts that just called for their release. The elongated garment did not in any way lessen the sex appeal it offered; especially on Lola. Forcefully, Wes commanded his gaze to go lower, and was sure his heart would just stop. From the front, her sweet center was covered in a simple black triangle that fit perfectly. However, it was the beautiful small knots at each of her hips, which did him in. Where wide black fabric covered the front, three small strings jetted out from the knot and vanished from his view, as they hugged around her delectable curves.

  Quietly, but with a voice filled with authority, Wes said, “Turn around, Lola.”

  Without missing a beat she did as he asked, focusing on a blinking red light from a far off tower, out through the window. She knew he saw what he wanted to see. The third flat knot where the three small strings met turned into one, which rode the line of her ass cleft where it disappeared completely underneath. Running his fingers along the path of the single string, he caressed her cheeks rhythmically.

  “You do know how to dry a man’s mouth, don’t you?” he whispered.

  Lola’s eyes focused on the beat of the red light blinks, and as his fingers rubbed along the string of her thong, she was hypnotized. It seemed the more she could feel his fingers touch the quicker the light flashed, pulsating until it was almost a solid red light. Then Wes pulled his finger away, Lola noticed the light returned to its original rhythm. She was just about to turn around to face him, when suddenly, his palm connected to her right cheek with a stinging sensation.

  With a sudden intake of breath at the surprise, she turned to look at him over her shoulder and was met with deep blue eyes and a tense jaw.

  Wes’ eyes emphasized his silent instruction not to move. He took several steps back and let his eyes fall to the red outline of his hand on her ass; a symbol of his possession. He was tempted to mark the other side as well. Later, he thought. For now, he would test the water to her level of willingness.

  “Sit on the bed, Lola.” He ordered.

  Lola did as she was told, sitting on the edge with her feet firmly on the floor. She looked up at him, concerned, but excited to know what was next.

  “No, in the middle. Get comfortable. Adjust the pillows to support you.” He said, as he walked to the head of the bed, pushing different sized pillows towards her, creating a wall to support her back.

  When he ensured she was comfortable he walked to the window and looked out, calling upon his restraint. After a few moments, he turned and locked his jaw at the sight of Lola on his bed. How he wanted to go to her but this needed to be done. He needed to know she was with him all the way and willing to do as she was told. He sat in the bounded-leather armless chair that faced the bed. Slouching to ease the discomfort of his pants, he looked at her. Just memorizing her features, knowing the longer he remained silent the more awareness that was consuming her. Finally, when the twitch of her pulse in her neck beat quickly, Wes broke his silence.

  “I want you to get yourself off.” He said huskily as he watched his words register to her. “Lola, it wasn’t a suggestion.”

  Wes watched as pink flooded her cheeks but he knew by her stare that she wasn’t against it.

  Lola lowered her hand to her panties and lightly touched herself through the material.

  “No clothing. Take them off.” He commanded sharply.

  Lola’s stomach began to turn. Could she do this? Would she cower or would she push her limits for this experience? Lola lifted up, sliding the panties down and removed them along with her shoes. With both feet planted on the mattress, she looked straight at Wes as she began to rub herself.

  She started slowly with one finger. As her body started to respond to the stimulation, she quickly added another finger to help create the feeling she needed. Never once did Wes acknowledge any sort of reaction; never moved, just continued to watch. Soon her body began to crave intensity and speed that she was useless to fight. Foregoing the need to keep up appearances for her show, she let the animalistic need takeover, becoming selfish in her intent. Her fingers danced over her sensitive flesh. Her head tilted back as the sounds from the back of her throat starting spilling out. With her eyes squeezed shut to tighten her concentration she fingered herself, feeling her wetness increase with every pass of her touch. Lola tried biting her lip to hold her scream in, but just like her inability to stop herself before, she could not control the moans escaping her.

  Watching Lola pleasure herself had to be one of the most erotic sights of his life. Her delicate tissues were prepping for its natural release and fuck his resolve to simply be the spectator. Breaking the distance, he kneeled on the bed, moved her fingers from her center and brought them to his mouth, sucking off all of her juice. Lola was startled, but hardly disappointed. Him, this, is what she wanted and needed. She widened her thighs allowing him as much room as she could. Their eyes locked as he slowly lowered his head and began to feast on her. His tongue and fingers began their own erotic torture. His lavish attention to her clit and opening was exciting yet excruciating. He would bring her to the brink and then lessen his force and pressure so she would begin to climb down from her breaking point. He would alternate between one finger, two or three; never keeping a steady rhythm but it only added to the carnality of the moment. His moans mingled with hers, as he enjoyed her delicacy.

  Lola’s hands moved to her covered nipples as she pulled and tugged giving her body any sort of additional sensation. She lifted her legs, curling them around his muscular back, trying to pull him closer to her. Finally, when she was sure she could take no more, her orgasm slowly began to rumble to life. With her ass completely off the bed now, using his back as leverage, she brought her sweetness as close to his oral perfection demanding her release. She was like a volcano, erupting as her cream flowed freely. She collapsed against the soft mattress and was sure the room was spinning. Her breath heaved out from her chest and she no longer had any saliva left in her mouth. She wasn’t sure if her lower half was still attached except that she could vaguely feel Wes drinking greedily.

  What seemed like an eternity but was only truly a couple of minutes, Wes started the lazy slow journey up her body. Leaving a trail of his kiss and her essence mixture. When he reached her face, he chuckled as he noticed her eyes were still closed. He continued his lip touching exploration along her neck, over her collar and breastbone. Finally nudging her chin with his nose, her beautiful gray gaze fluttered to life.

  “Finally. It had been too long since I got to see those beautiful stormy depths of yours.” He said, as he left a not so gentle kiss on her lips.

  Lola returned his kiss, enjoying the taste of herself on his mouth.

  “Now let the fucking begin.” He growled, completely unashamed.

  “What!?! You’ve got to be kidding. I can’t do anything after…after that!”

  “Oh, I bet you can. In fact, I’m going to prove it to you,” he answered as he forcefully pulled her upward, so he could reach the back closure of her bra. With ease of knowledge, in a moment he had the clips undone and her bra tossed over his shoulder. He was finally able to see Lola completely topless, and he realized his imagination did her no justice. The milky white twin globes were firmer than he had thought, yet still naturally slack. Her dark colored nipples were large and perfectly proportioned to her large breasts.

  “Beautiful! I knew you would be.” He said huskily before taking one into his mouth.

  Lola could feel life coming back from her lower half as this new delicious torture started another effect of sexual awareness.

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nbsp; Wes licked, sucked and nibbled, loving how she responded to him so easily. Her moans of pleasure were his provocation to never stop. Once he gave enough attention to the first he moved to the second. Repeating his sensual assault and enjoying her blooming with new found need to combust.

  Lola held his head to her, physically telling him how much she was enjoying this and how she never wanted this to end. Son of a bitch, he was right, she wanted him again, only moments after that colossal orgasm. Her center began to throb with need for attention.

  “Oh, God, Wes, I want you.”

  Stopping his current task he lifted his face to look down at hers. “Ask me for it, Lola.”

  “I want you.” Lola repeated.

  “Ask for it.”

  What does he mean, ask for it, what the hell did he think she was doing? Then Lola thought what his words meant. In the silence of the room, she looked at this man, this God, and said huskily, “Fuck me. Fuck me, sir.”

  His mouth was on hers instantaneously. Deeper and hungered more than ever before. Using his body, he pushed her further into the bed. Alternating between her mouth, her breasts and her neck, his lips continued to roam everywhere, as did her hands. She touched him everywhere, memorizing every muscle, every imperfection in his skin. Finally, with the vibration calling from her center, Lola moved her hands down to his waistband, undoing the snap and zipper. He jumped back as if he had been burned, quickly ridding himself of his clothing, offering Lola’s first look at him in all his glory.

  Just like a God would be frozen in marble, Wes stood before her erect and ready. His cock was huge, bulging with engorged veins and strained coloring. Unconsciously, Lola licked her lips.