"Lick it off." Need made his voice rough. He wanted her to be as lost in their combined lust as he was.
The color of her flushed face deepened when her tongue slid out to lick at her lips. His cock jerked and throbbed while he watched her take a good taste, her arms jerking against the handcuffs that held them. When her tongue wrapped around his two fingers and sucked them into her mouth, he moaned and knew his control was nearly at an end.
Alejandro moved down between her thighs, wrapping his arms around her thighs from beneath and pulling them further apart. He lifted her hips from the bed and dove for her with his mouth, burying his lips in the fragrant heat of her pussy.
With his mouth, he wanted to burn through all her inhibitions. He wanted to burn her with the fire that threatened to consume him, wanted her mindless with desire for him. He kept her legs wide apart, eating her self-indulgently and humming his pleasure at her sweet taste. Her cries flowed all around them and he relished in the desperate sounds of her control unraveling.
He kept his tongue busy, licking her until she was gasping above him and pulling frantically against her restraints. He flicked against her clit with quick, light strokes until her back began to arch and she was pushing herself at his mouth.
He loved it, watching his beautiful, professional lady turn into writhing wanton beneath his mouth. Her hips jerked with each rapid stroke of his tongue against the little knot of her clit. The flood of carnal sensation was almost too much for him to bear.
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Harriet was nearly mindless with pleasure, her womb tightening with the need for release before the pleasurable currents ripped through her and spread through the rest of her body. The powerful orgasm shook her to her core while she writhed and twisted beneath him. Her wrists pulled against the restraining cuffs but the sting of pain blended into the storm of sensations that were like nothing she'd ever experienced.
He gave her no respite. His fingers were a restless torment between her thighs. One traced around the slick, sensitive entrance to her vagina. Harriet sucked in her breath while he smoothed the juices that seeped from her greedy center all around her heated flesh before his tongue stroked lower to lap them up. He licked her, sucked at her pussy lips until she cried out on the edge of orgasm he kept her mercilessly balanced on.
Harriet was way too close to be held back that way. Sensation burned its way through her entire being, igniting a fire in the blood that raced through her veins. All she could do was writhe beneath him, tossing her head as she waited for what promised to be another exquisite release. She wasn't sure she could survive much more, and she loved every moment of it.
"I love how you taste." His voice was rough, giving her the idea that she had a moment's reprieve.
Then his tongue plunged inside the clenching entrance to her pussy, fucking her with marvelously stiff, quick strokes that pulled a high cry from her throat.
The tension he'd created inside her was alarming, building with each passing second. Her belly tightened, pulsing with each thrust of his devilish tongue. She pulled harder, in vain, against the handcuffs while tremors raced through every inch of her and wet heat flowed from her weeping center.
He left her gasping for air while he set her body on fire. His hands were as relentless on her as his tongue was. They roamed over her thighs while his thumb teased her clit, until her body was one great spasm of agonizing need. When his hands curved around the globes of her ass, his tongue dove inside her again to smash what was left of her sanity.
"Oh, Alejandro..." She trembled and twisted beneath him on the blankets. Perspiration collected on her body, drops sliding over her breasts and sides, just as the juices flowed from her cunt. "I need to come again...I need..."
The pleasure he called forth was incredible and completely unfamiliar to her. Her ex-husband had never come close to this. Hell, masturbation didn't either and she'd done quite a bit of that over the last several months. She felt like she'd explode if something didn't give soon, like she'd shatter into a million pieces.
"Please..." She begged him for release from the powerful pressure escalating inside her pussy.
There was no response from her Latin lover, except that his tormenting mouth became more demanding.
"Alejandro, please..." She held her breath when his lips covered her clit and his thumb slipped into the entrance of her pussy, all control gone. A surge of white hot sensation pulsed through her body.
"Come for me. Come now, baby," he commanded.
Gathering more of the heated juices flowing from her, his finger withdrew before spearing in further, harder. His lips returned to her clit and he suckled at the sensitive bud. His tongue flicked over it and his finger fucked her cunt until she exploded.
Harriet's scream filled the small bedroom while flashes of light burst behind her tightly closed eyes. She was vaguely aware of Alejandro's growl of pleasure, of his rising between her thighs.
"I can't wait to be inside you again," his voice was rough with passion, his accent stronger. He took advantage of her recovery to reach into the drawer of his bedside table for a condom. If she could have breathed she would have asked him why he bothered considering what they'd done in the elevator. Fortunately she was on the pill and later she'd pray that he didn't have anything she should worry about. Later...
He had the condom out of it packaging and smoothed down the throbbing stalk of his cock before she realized that he'd done it. Her body was still convulsing in the most pleasurable way when she watched him position himself at the entrance to her pussy.
The thick pressure against the slick, aching entrance had her trembling beneath him. He felt so damned good. She stared up at him in a daze, lost in the web of ecstasy that he'd created all around her.
"Ay, Dios mío," he groaned, his dark eyes gleaming when his hands gently cupped her face. "You're so beautiful."
The pressure between her legs increased and she fought against the restraints while he stretched her exquisitely. She wanted to touch him, to hold him. But then the knowledge that he could do anything he wanted with her was a powerful punch of lust.
His cock was bigger than anything she'd had before and his entry burned again because she hadn't had sex for a long time, but not as much as earlier. She loved all of it. It seemed to take forever for him to push completely into her, but it was worth it as he filled her until she was certain that she couldn't take more. She was already riding high on the fact that she was being fucked by the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen. That he had a nice big cock was a bonus.
Harriet's nails dug into her palms when Alejandro finally buried himself to the hilt. The sensitive flesh of her pussy was stretched to the limit by every hard inch of his cock and it sent wicked pulses of heat coursing through her.
"You're so damn tight." His expression was strained while he began to slowly move within her. "You're so good."
Harriet lifted her legs, clamping her knees around his hips. He rewarded her by thrusting a little harder, but his pace didn't increase at all. He smoothed his hand over her thigh, pulling that leg even higher, and he deepened his penetration.
The greedy gnawing of need between her legs had her gasping for air. His movements were slow and his body was tight in his efforts to keep himself in check. He wanted to fuck the hell out of her, she could tell, and she wanted it hard and fast, too.
"What are you waiting for?" she managed, undulating her hips to match his movements.
A rough moan tore from his chest before turning to a deep chuckle.
"To get a grip," he admitted with that sexy smile she loved. "I don't want this to be over too quickly."
"Go for it." Her pussy walls were rippling all around him, and the heat inside her was making her lose her mind. She needed him to do something. Now. "It's early right?"
Oh didn't that earn her a wicked grin? He began to move a little faster.
"Sí, it is pretty lady."
She groaned in bliss when his cock slid slowly from the clench
ing grip of her pussy. When he thrust back in, she cried out in desperate need. Then he was unstoppable.
Gripping her legs, he pushed them tighter against her body and pulled back. His dark eyes stared down at the slick joining of their loins and she lifted her head so she could see what he did. Her inner walls began to quiver at the sight of his glistening shaft as it powered in and out of the dark pink flesh of her pussy. The incredibly erotic view only enhanced the sensation of his thrusts which were gaining in strength and speed. Currents of pure pleasure shot through every inch of her being as she watched him fuck her. Watching his cock thrust in and out, smashing her reason with powerful strokes, caused the world to spin around her.
Harriet came again, screaming through the powerful release, but he didn't even slow down.
"I want more," he snarled, reaching between their bodies until his fingers found her pulsing clit.
Harriet let her head fall back, arching her back when his fingers tormented her clit in time with his hard shaft driving inside her. His cock stretched her and his teasing fingers on the hard little nub that was too sensitive now for so much stimulation drove her to madness. Her control was gone and still his cock pushed into her, one stroke after another until she was a helpless mass of craving. Alejandro didn't relent until she was convulsing around him again, juices flowing from her pussy while his body tightened and shook above her, and he gave a ragged shout of release.
Harriet trembled and melted while he came. His weight dropped onto her and his arms tightened around her in an almost painful grip. His cock jerked in her body and it was satisfying to feel the same tremors she'd felt coursing through him.
A strange combination of exhaustion and exhilaration claimed her, as her body unwound and she relaxed slowly on his bed. He reached into the costume belt he still wore for a small key and sleepily unlocked the handcuffs to free her hands. His weight never left her and she took advantage of that to run her hands all over him in a slow caress while he tossed the key away and his muscles eased. He was still buried in her pussy and his hard body was hot and damp. The smell of sex floated all around them and she closed her eyes, wanting to burn all of it in her memory.
"That's it, Harriet," he crooned in her ear. "Relax. Let's relax for a little while."
She pressed a kiss into the damp silk of his hair and smiled though he couldn't see it. She didn't care what they did. They could fuck, they could hold each other. It was all good. It was a night she knew she'd never forget.
Chapter 4
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Harriet could barely make out the time on the cheap digital clock on his bedside table. It was just after five in the morning. It was early. Too damn early, and she had some thinking to do.
It was Saturday and she didn't have to work this particular one. That had been one of the reasons she'd agreed to go out with her coworkers last night anyway. What did it matter if she was out late when she had nowhere to be the next day? No one to go home to...
She was with someone right now, snuggled against his beautiful male body. They'd had amazing sex and even though she'd probably had about thirty minutes of sleep all together, she felt like a million bucks. It was a whole new world for her. She'd never done something so wild and impulsive before and felt pretty good right now.
Because she could and he was dead-to-the-world asleep, she turned in the bed to face him and propped herself up on one elbow just so she could stare at him.
Alejandro was possibly the most handsome man she'd ever seen in real life. With his long dark hair, his swarthy skin, and large, athletic body, he was any lonely single woman's bedroom fantasy. Hell, he could be any married woman's bedroom fantasy for that matter. Who wouldn't want someone who looked like him?
The dark shadow of beard that darkened his jaw only made him look more dangerous to a woman's heart, made him look a little older even.
That's when her mind broke in with a reality check. She'd just had a one-night stand with a beautiful male stripper. A stripper who was nine years younger than her. And hadn't he mentioned something about being a grad student last night? She didn't think she'd imagined that.
Sitting up, she held the simple comforter up to cover her breasts while she looked around his bedroom. It was as neat as hers. There was only a phonebook and a cell phone on the bedside table next to the clock and a tiny lamp. He'd even made a neat roll of her stockings and laid them on the phonebook. The clothes they'd both been wearing last night littered the floor but were the only things she could see there. The carpet was clean, looked recently vacuumed even.
There was a dresser across the room from the bed and there appeared to be some photographs on it. Some were in small silver frames, some were pressed into the mirror.
Harriet climbed out of bed as carefully as she could so she wouldn't wake him up. She wanted to get a closer look at those pictures. Before she'd even padded across the carpet to the dresser, her eyes were already scanning those photos. Did he have a girlfriend? A wife?
Alejandro himself was only in a couple of the photographs, one with another young man who looked a lot like him. Probably a younger brother or relative. One had him wearing a graduate's gown and a mortar board. It appeared to be a college graduation photo with the year stamped in gold on the lower right corner.
They all appeared to be family pictures. Nothing romantic in nature. The only women in any of them were older. Probably his mother or aunts...
Older women like her. Okay, so she wasn't old enough to be his mother in any kind of neighborhood. She wasn't that much older than him.
Still, he was a younger man who was just getting his life going. It was obvious he was working toward an education, a career. He was gorgeous, good in bed, and would be able to get any woman he wanted.
Beyond their night of fun, what could he possibly want with her? She was divorced. She had baggage and junk in her trunk. Harriet didn't consider herself ugly by any means and she had a good job, an education.
It just wouldn't work in the long run. She wouldn't get any younger. There'd always be her ex-husband, her annoying but lovable mother, and a cat who hated most men.
Then she caught sight of herself in the mirror. It wasn't going to work in the short run either. Her makeup had smudged to give her raccoon eyes, her hair was worse than she thought, and she was nude. She only had the clothes she'd been wearing the day before to dress in.
Nope. He didn't need to see any of that.
He didn't know anything beyond her first name. It wasn't like they'd had a deep conversation of any kind and had really gotten to know each other, right? He didn't know where she lived or where she worked. Why screw everything up when she could enjoy the memory of the last few hours for the rest of her lonely life? All she had to do was sneak out and go home.
He was out cold. That should be easy, right?
And it was easy. She got dressed without him even shifting in his sleep. He moved his arm the tiniest bit when she pulled on the pumps she'd worn yesterday.
Harriet just wished that sneaking out on him felt better.
What was there to feel badly about? They didn't really know each other. They'd hooked up. That's all. They'd had fun and it was over now. Time to go home. Her cat would be starving and freaked out because she wasn't home.
What was there to feel badly about?
It was probably the thought of returning to her solitude. She'd be lonely again. That was all. It had nothing whatsoever to do with Alejandro himself. She didn't know him.
Yet when Harriet took a last look at him lying so peacefully in his bed, she couldn't help but feel that she was leaving behind something special. She just hoped that she didn't pay for this stolen time for the rest of her life with bitter regret.
* * * *
Just as Harriet expected, her weekend sucked. She spent Saturday reliving in her mind every second she'd spent in Alejandro's bed. All day Sunday she wondered what would have happened if she'd just hung around that morning.
Worst case scen
ario he would have politely sent her on her way if she'd stayed. Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am. It's been fun. See you. And she'd spared herself that.
Well, that's what she kept telling herself.
But what if he'd been happy to see her, too? What if he'd wanted her to stay? That was the possibility she couldn't live with. What if they'd made love again? They might have spent the whole day in bed, playing with each other and feeling good. Feeling special.
God, he'd made her feel special.
By Monday, she just went through the motions of getting ready for work. Usually she was plotting her strategy for the day, gearing up to be productive.
Today was different. Instead of focusing on the important work ahead of her, she was distracted. She was a woman jarred out of her routine though in reality, nothing in her life had really changed. She'd just tried something different for one night.
One pretty fucking amazing night.
Harriet was preoccupied to the point that she couldn't find her car keys for the longest time, nearly hit a pedestrian with her car, and set off her car alarm in the parking garage. By the time she was walking up the sidewalk toward her office building, she was really wondering how she'd get through the day.
She spotted him before she reached her building, sitting in a car parked on the other side of the street and she thought her heart would stop beating.
Alejandro wore sunglasses so she couldn't see his gorgeous eyes, but she knew he was sitting there watching her with the window down. That fact sent carnal heat coursing through her lower body just as it sent a spike of apprehension into her heart.
Harriet would be lying if she said she wasn't happy to see him. She'd spent the entire weekend thinking about the man. She just had to wonder why he was there. Had she left something at his apartment? If she had, she didn't realize it.
Was he pissed that she left without a warning?
She stopped completely on the sidewalk and realized that she just stood there staring back at him.
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