Suddenly they were very close, their noses nearly touching.
The blood rose to her cheeks and she could feel the heat of his chest, almost touching hers. A shiver ran all the way down her body as his lips came close. She realized she was breathing heavily, almost panting.
“Pull up your skirt,” he commanded.
Helpless to refuse him anything, she lifted the heavy hem of the flamenco dress up to her thighs.
He moved his other hand to bracket her other shoulder, trapping her between his body and the wall, and she could see how aroused he was through the material of his trousers.
“Further.”
She raised up her dress further, her panties on full display.
He moaned and finally closed the distance between them, kissing her lips. Then, with an air of grave authority, he put his fingers in her mouth and made her suck on them. Holding her gaze, he slowly slid his wet fingers out of her mouth and down inside her panties.
He moaned again as he felt her wet pussy. He slid his fingers in and out, in complete control of her body. She was putty in his hands.
She couldn’t help but let out a whine of pleasure as he massaged her clit. Pinned up against the wall, she felt herself reaching ecstasy. Waves of pleasure ran through her whole body as he touched her. She felt a final wave and she climaxed with his fingers still inside her, her whole body shuddering.
Afterwards, he reached around with his free arm, clutching her against his chest, gently stroking her tuft of red hair as she slowly drifted back to earth.
The peace was broken by the sound of children screaming outside.
“Ah, hell! I’ve got lessons,” Antonio said with frustration. He moved to the door, guarding it until she had straightened herself out.
Then he grabbed her and kissed her hard on the mouth. There was a confused murmur as students piled into the class and Donna rushed out.
She didn’t walk home, but instead wandered through the hills, awake with a fresh passion she had never felt.
She had never been touched by a man before—not like that. She could still feel him on her skin, feel his fingers inside her. She felt as if he had left imprints of white light all over her body.
She couldn’t think or check in with her own emotions, could only feel that a wondrous possession had taken her over completely.
As she walked and walked, the sun kissing her neck, walking in no particular direction, she found her way to the opening of a cherry blossom field. She peeked in, a hesitant voyeur, before walking into its midst and lying in the grass. She closed her eyes, trying to get her body to come back to reality.
She heard the commotion of life, the buzz of the bees, and the throngs of squawking birds. She could feel her own heartbeat, and felt a sense of peace she’d never felt before in her life.
Now I have to have her. Antonio thought to himself later that evening. I can’t think of anything but pounding her tight little pussy, owning her body and her soul.
There was a lesson the next morning, and he was sure Donna would be there. In the meantime, Antonio spent one long night thinking of all the things he was ready to do with his little American’s beautiful body.
Chapter 10
At quarter past twelve the next day, Antonio heard a knock at the door. Donna walked in.
When the clock struck noon and she hadn’t shown up, he’d worried that he’d scared her off. And now, with her in the room, so close to him, he became awkward and bumbling, confused as to the strange effect this woman could have on him.
He’d never had a problem seducing women before, and he’d never been ashamed of his sexual urges—it was part of what made him such a great dancer, his ability to infuse sex and sensuality into his performance. But there was something about this woman that made him question what moves he should make.
She was wearing a little red dress he hadn’t seen before, and he could see the line of her panties under the thin fabric. Shaking that thought from his head, he focused back on the class.
They started the lesson as if it was a normal day, and Donna played along, not letting on to the other girls that anything was awry.
She saw something else in his face as he taught—something tender, some kind of longing. He even looked as though he’d been embarrassed when she’d teased or joked with him throughout the lesson.
After it was over and the other girls had left, Donna waited a few minutes before walking towards him and taking his hands in hers. Without saying a word, she moved her hands around his hips and kissed him.
He grabbed her little frame and pushed her against the wall. Feeling her blood quicken, she began to loosen his belt and pulled out his rock hard erection.
She wiggled out of his grip, shimmying down his body to kneel between legs and lick his tip. In no time, her rose-shaped lips were wrapped around his cock, her mouth clearly too small to take the full length. She began licking at it like a hungry cat.
She looked up, naive and glistening, and the look sent Antonio over the edge. He grasped her hair tightly as he moaned and roared involuntarily, wild and out of control. He shot his load with the force of a bullet and she giggled as he sank to the floor next to her. He put his head in her lap and they sat in silence as they caught their breath.
“I wasn’t expecting this,” he said, “but you are probably my best student,” he said with a very satisfied smirk.
She laughed, looking pleased with herself. “I’ve never done that before.”
“No?” he asked incredulously.
“Really. Actually—” She hesitated, biting her lip and looking deep into his eyes before she continued. “I’m a virgin.”
He could feel his cock getting hard again. He turned around and grabbed her, kissing her hard on the lips. His desire to possess her was stronger than ever.
She kissed him back and soon they were rolling around on the hard floor.
“Not here,” he said.
He tore himself away and stood up, pulling her up too.
“Come with me.” She followed him out and she sat on the back of his motorcycle as they sped down the hill at lightning speed.
Her body still tingling and her mind racing, Donna realized that she didn’t really know where they were headed as he turned off the dirt track and drove further out of the town.
She held onto his body tight as he turned off the road and stopped the bike next to a clearing in the dark, secluded woodlands.
“I’m sorry, I can’t concentrate on driving.” He lifted Donna off the bike.
She felt his strength as he carried her into the middle of the clearing, where the sun shone down between the trees and they could see each other clearly.
She knew what was about to happen and was filled with nervous excitement. This was new territory for her, but she couldn’t wait to explore it—with him.
He laid her down on the ground and she submitted easily to his commands. She knew she was his to be taken, but she was a little anxious at the same time.
“I’ve never been with a man before,” Donna ventured, her pale skin illuminated in the sunshine, “so I don’t know what I’m doing exactly.”
He turned to her, looking deep into her eyes. “Are you frightened?” he asked gently.
“A little,” she said truthfully. “But … I want you. I’m yours to do as you please with.”
Her words evoked an electric reaction in him. His eyes were rabid with passion and he was spurred into action, as if the dam holding back his self-restraint had broken.
He put his hands under her crotch and ripped her panties off. Then he pushed her gently onto the red earth and undid his fly.
Donna felt the hot tip of his hard, wet cock rest on her mound as he leaned over her, covering her with his body. She felt the weight of him, his hands pinning hers down.
She wanted him inside her but he lingered a while, rubbing the tip of his cock on her clit. She was helpless to do anything but wrap her legs around him.
“Do you want this
?” he asked in a desperate rasp.
She nodded.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“Yes.”
“No, tell me properly.” His eyes held her captive as he demanded her response.
“Yes, please fuck me!” She pleaded with him, her body hungry, her cunt wet and waiting for him.
With a grim look of satisfaction, his massive shaft finally entered her. He slid it in slowly, both of them moaning with relief and gratification as she took his entire rod, its thickness stretching her out.
Then she felt an exquisite pain, as her blood mingled with the red earth.
As the pain subsided, the sensation was replaced by an overriding feeling that her entire body might explode at any moment. She felt deliciously full, to the point of being overwhelmed.
The weight of his body was heavy on hers as he filled her up again and again, alternating between smooth, deep plunges, and quick drives that hit her just in the perfect spot. She was entirely helpless, his muscular chest heavy against hers.
She gave herself up to the moment and before long she was moving to his rhythm, reaching with him for their mutual pleasure. His thrusts reached deep within her, getting faster and harder as he started to lose control. As she heard him give a final roar, she felt her own body explode into tiny pieces as he filled her with his seed.
He rolled over onto the grass, panting, and they lay motionless, looking up at the blue sky through the branches.
“I meant to bring you home for that.” His bashful tone was so at odds with the commanding way his body had just pleasured her that Donna couldn’t help the smile that came to rest on her face.
Donna lay quiet, unutterably satisfied.
After a while Antonio stood up, dressed and reached down, taking her in his arms. He lifted her off the ground again and she put her arms around his neck, feeling protected in his muscular frame, her torn panties still around her ankles.
He kissed her hard on the mouth and put her back on the bike.
They drove back out onto the road, Antonio driving at a much slower pace this time. It was a leisurely ride, and Donna couldn’t stop her hands from roaming gently all over his hard body. Not enough to arouse, but just enough to keep the beautiful connection between them alive.
Finally they came to a set of gates and slowed down. He punched in a number and the doors opened, allowing them to drive right through.
Soon they were in the courtyard of a gated house.
This time she jumped off the bike herself. “Is this a hotel?”
He chuckled. “No. This is my home.”
She looked up at the mansion in front of them, her mouth hanging open in surprise.
It was a large white villa with the same magenta bougainvillea as José’s house, except it spread almost halfway around the house and was set off against a purple wisteria meeting at the other side of the house.
There was a fountain in the courtyard and a grand doorway with two lions guarding the entrance.
She hadn’t seen anything like it before.
Watching her astonishment, he said, almost defensively, “Not bad for a gypsy castle, eh?”
“It could be a leaky old caravan for all I care!” she trailed off, saying the first thing that came into her head. She immediately regretted it, feeling like she might’ve revealed a bit too much.
But he looked at her with such tenderness, staring at her silently, almost as if he didn’t know how to respond.
He unlocked the front door and they were greeted by a little poodle, barking and wagging his tail, clearly pleased to see his owner.
After sparing a quick moment to greet his dog, Antonio picked Donna up and carried her across the threshold, making her giggle as she held on tight to his neck. He closed the front door with his foot and carried her all the way to his bedroom, finally laying her down on his four-poster bed.
Without further ado, he undressed her and then himself—slowly, this time. They lay under the white satin covers, the sound of the air conditioning lulling them into a small sleep.
They napped with their bodies entwined and then awoke with the same insatiable feeling they hadn’t been able to resist earlier. Soon they were rubbing their bodies together like humping teenagers.
This time Antonio’s touch was different, gentler and more searching, as if he wanted to explore her and know every inch of her body.
His lips brushed across her nipples and she was reminded of the first night they’d met, when his lips had kissed her hand so gently.
“Did you recognize me from your dance show when I first came to your classes?” It was the first word either of them had spoken for hours.
“Of course.”
“Then why didn’t you talk to me?”
He looked her in the eye. “I felt something between us, so it was wise to stay away.”
“Nothing really happened, though.”
“No, but I felt it. Didn’t you?” He brushed her hair out of her face, so he had an unobstructed view into her lovely eyes.
“Yes,” she admitted. “And how about now?” she asked shyly.
He paused for a moment, thinking. “Well, now I realize that my feelings about you are perfectly platonic, can’t you tell?”
He was lying between her legs, kissing her thighs, higher and higher until his mouth kissed the lips of her core.
His tongue was slowly working its way into her inner lips. She felt like he was working her from the inside out, as if he knew each and every secret spot of hidden pleasure. He devoured her pussy with hungry abandon.
The conversation lost, she was his completely. Under his power, his skillful tongue, her only master.
Hours and hours passed, shut away in his bedroom, sleeping and fucking as the day drew to a close.
Eventually, she got up and showered in the marble en-suite bathroom, while he rested.
She wandered out into the hallway in his robe while he slept some more. She was sitting on the white marble stairs when she heard the clink of keys and the front door opened.
The arm of a shiny purple shirt reached around the corner and unhooked the lock on the chain. Ivan emerged from the darkness. She gasped and bolted up the stairs and out of view.
She felt a familiar unease strengthen. What was he doing there? How close were Antonio and his uncle? She let the moment pass and put it to the back of her head as she tried to get out of sight—the very last thing she wanted was Ivan seeing her in such a state of undress.
Chapter 11
When she was back in the bedroom, Antonio was wide awake and staring at her in the half darkness.
It was a little easier to speak after sun set, in twilight.
“You realize we have seen each other almost every day for two months and I don’t know anything about you? Well, I know some things, but not the details,” he said.
“What would you like to know?”
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