Georgie sat on the bed and read the note one more time. She had been in a heightened sexual state all day thanks to his note, conjuring up all kinds of delicious positions and scenes in her head. This is Vicente’s night. He has planned, cooked and gone to a lot of trouble and I will let it unfold and cherish it.
She grabbed a special bottle of merlot, herded the dogs into the truck, and hummed to herself as she drove the short distance to the cabin. She felt alive, excited, and slightly nervous, not having been with a man in more than five years.
Georgie turned off the engine and opened the truck door. The dogs jumped out and went in search of good smells and places to mark. She turned back to the cabin as she heard the metallic creaking sound of the hinges on the big wooden door opening. There stood Vicente, the candles flickering behind him casting a glowing ring around his entire frame. He looked like a god being honored by the sun. He was smiling broadly as his eyes locked on Georgie’s face. She gazed at the rest of him—slender hips, powerful legs and a bulge in his jeans, lying on his left thigh. He stepped to the end of the porch as she approached, and held out his arms.
Georgie melted into his embrace and he held her tightly for several minutes before moving and lifting her head for a kiss. He flowed his hand down her back, grabbed her ass, and pulled her closer still, gluing his mouth to hers. His tongue darted in and out of her mouth, making her breathless, boneless. His palms were flat on her ass, and his fingers were playing between her ass and crotch. He was already teasing her, priming her for what was to come. Georgie felt intense want rising up, filling her with heat.
He kissed her neck, her ears, her cheeks, and her eyes. He let out a growl. “I want you, Georgiana. All of you. Come, into the cabin.” He held on to her with one hand and pushed the door wide open with the other.
Georgie gasped. “What have you done with the cabin? Oh my God. It’s exquisite.”
There were candles lit on every flat surface. In the big fieldstone fireplace, a huge fire burned, casting warmth into the room. A beautiful piece of deep-green-and-gold brocade covered the old leather couch, making it look like it was meant for a reclining queen. All the other furniture was moved to the side of the room and was arranged like a little seating area. In front of the couch, Vicente had placed a low table, covered in a deep green tablecloth and set with white napkins with a gold brocade design. The dishes were certainly not cabin dishware. No, they were white with a gold trim, and the wine and water glasses were crystal with gold trim as well. Candles burned on the table, flickering and causing prisms to bounce off the crystal to dance on the table. A dozen white roses, arranged with baby’s breath and ferns, was at the farthest end of the low table in what looked to Georgie like one of her grandmother’s antique vases. Champagne was in a bowl of ice, flanked by two champagne flutes, also with gold rims.
Vicente poured champagne from the bottle into the two glasses and dropped three perfect raspberries into each one. He handed Georgie one of the glasses and said in a low, silky voice, “Welcome to our cabin. You look beautiful tonight. Let us toast to a night of passion, sensuality, and love.”
He clinked his glass to hers, and they sipped. Georgie was still shocked by the room’s elegant transformation. “Vicente, this is incredible. I already feel so wonderful, just seeing what you have done here. Thank you.”
“Please sit here while I take care of a couple of things in the kitchen.” On his way to the kitchen, he called to the dogs and as they came in gave them each a great big new bone. They went off into the dark corners of the big room. The man had thought of everything. Georgie could not imagine what was next but was getting very, very squirmy, her heart beating quickly and her imagination running free.
He returned from the kitchen with two plates. “Tonight we dine as we would if we were in Spain. We have tapas, small plates for us to share. I want you to experience what I know to be the sexiest foods of my country. So, the first plate to share is baked oysters, Cádiz style. A little garlic, parsley, lemon and hot sauce, baked in the shell. These are Chesapeake Bay oysters, by the way. The second dish is very traditional—Iberian ham and Manchego cheese with good, crusty bread. I have three more dishes for us. And a little dessert. Here, let us sit on the floor, to be near the fire. I want to look at you in the candle light.”
Georgie was quiet, still overwhelmed by the room, the food, and his presence, as she sat with her back against the couch.
“Do you have enough pillows? Are you comfortable?”
“Yes, Vicente. This is perfect. You have stunned me. I have no words for this, really. And I’m rarely at a loss for words. I fantasized about you, about tonight, all day but my fantasies pale in comparison to what you have done here.”
“I told you yesterday I have come to believe that I have been looking for you for a very long time. All over the world. And now I have found you, and I intend to make you content and happy. We still need to know each other more, and tonight is the beginning of that. Tonight I want to look at you, listen to you, hear your breath in my ear, taste every inch of you, explore you, and be buried deep inside you. I have held myself back. I wanted to ravage you the night I first met you at the party. But I waited, so that it could be perfect, not rushed. I really believe what I said in my note. By going slowly, we will find our unique rhythm. So, relax, have more champagne and I will go get the next dishes.”
She watched his ass in his tight jeans as he walked away. Holy mother of Murgatroyd. I have never been seduced, pampered, flattered and lit up like this before. I can feel the wetness between my legs and my nipples are aching.
Vicente brought a plate of grilled asparagus with shallot butter, a totally decadent way to eat the vegetable. He plucked one from the plate and leaned across the table to feed it to Georgie. This time, she did not hesitate. She moaned and sucked his butter-covered fingers into her mouth. She fed him one and he did the same—taking her two fingers in his mouth and swirling his tongue all over them. Dinner is going to take hours at this rate.
They talked for a few minutes and then he said, “Would you like to watch me finish the gambas? The shrimp? Pour us some more wine and come into my—your kitchen.”
“This dish is gambas al ajillo, shrimp in garlic with a little bit of Spanish sherry at the finish. It is one of my favorite dishes…very sensuous.” He finished off the shrimp over high heat, poured them in a bowl, including the juices from the pan. “My final dish is an experiment—soft-shell crab Georgie.” He opened the oven and took out a pan, on which were two foil packets. He opened the packets, and a delicious smell came wafting out.
“It is my take on a Veracruz dish, so there are peppers, onions, and tomatoes stewed briefly together with the soft-shell crab. I hope you like it.”
Georgie could barely take any more. He invented and named a dish after me. Holy crap. They returned to the table and continued tasting and talking about the food. His gaze seemed to grow more intense as the time passed. When Georgie asked how he had learned to cook so well, he explained that it came from his mother and his grandmother and that he really enjoyed doing it.
“I don’t really cook much, but would love to learn.”
Vicente smiled. “I believe that we can arrange some private lessons for you.”
The food was just about gone. Vicente took the last shrimp, dragged it through the sauce, and offered it across the table to Georgie. She took a bite and then he took the last bite. Their eyes were locked. Their breathing was audible, for they both knew what was going to happen very soon. As if on cue, they stood and began to clear the table.
While they quickly cleaned the dishes, Vicente said, “Take the dogs out for their last walk. I have a few more things to do here.”
He drew her into his arms and kissed her, crushing his mouth into hers. His urgency was obvious. She could feel his cock straining against his jeans and pressing into her thigh. She did not want to let go but knew they had all night.
The dogs finished their business and trotted up t
o the porch. Georgie gave them pets and love and turned around to walk back into the cabin. Vicente had rearranged the room again. On the floor in front of the fireplace, he had created an area with pillows, cushions, and blankets clearly meant for lovemaking. The fire had new logs on it, and he had moved the table from in front of the couch to the side. He had put a bottle of red wine and two glasses on the table next to the roses. Georgie noticed that nestled among the white roses was a single pink rose, tightly closed. Oh my. Just like in the note.
Vicente walked toward her, and she saw that he had removed his boots and socks. She glanced at his feet. Even his feet are gorgeous. It looks as if he had just had a pedicure. Smooth. Very smooth.
He did not say a word but steered her over to the couch and sat her down. He knelt in front of her, holding her face in his hands. He kissed her tenderly on the lips, and lingering, he bit her lower lip. He kissed all the way down her neck to the tops of her breasts. He ran his hands from the top of her head to her knees. He closed his eyes and moaned, “I have waited too long, mi más quiedera. I cannot wait any longer.”
He reached down and removed her boots and socks, tenderly kissing the instep of each foot. He moved back up, took the hem of her sweater in his hands, and slowly pulled it up while Georgie lifted her arms. They kissed again as he stroked her bare back, her sides and her stomach. He took each breast in his large hands and held them, rubbing the brown nipples through the lace.
“These are such beautiful breasts. I could not take my eyes off your hard nipples yesterday, through your sweater. You were teasing me, weren’t you?”
He slammed his mouth onto hers and then rained fiery kisses on her face. He bit her lips and ran his hot tongue around and around her mouth. He skillfully undid the bra, freeing her breasts. He went immediately to her nipples—back and forth—frantically sucking and teasing the rock-hard points. He was moaning and breathing hard. His hands held her hips while he sucked and licked at her ample breasts. Georgie’s head was thrown back against the couch, and she could feel more wetness developing in her already-drenched pussy. Her hips started to move involuntarily, and she began grinding her crotch against his leg.
He shifted back, still holding her hips. “Slide forward, mi amore.” Georgie slid forward on the edge of the couch. He kissed her again and then slowly moved his way down her body, kissing and licking until he reached her jeans. He carefully unsnapped and slid the zipper down, while gazing intently into her eyes.
“Lift up your hips.”
She lifted and he removed her jeans quickly, throwing them behind the couch. She was clad only in the shiny panties, and her hands flew to cover her slightly bulging stomach. He took her hands, kissing the palms of each one as he pushed them away.
“No, mi amore. This is you. Never hide from me. Never. I crave every inch of you. You are beautiful.”
Oh my. I’m gonna cry. I just know it. Swallow Georgie. Choke back the lump that is stuck in your throat.
Georgie reached for him and kissed him, taking his mouth and thrusting her tongue in and out, nipping at his lips while she unbuttoned his shirt. She helped him remove it and, for the first time, saw his bare chest. He had broad, muscled shoulders and his chest was lightly sprinkled with dark hair. A thin line of fine hair trailed from his stomach down into his groin. She longed to finally see all of him.
“Stand up.”
He stood, and she rubbed her face on his crotch, blowing air from her mouth directly on to his still-clothed cock. Georgie undid his pants and slid them down. He was commando and his cock sprung out, right at the level of her face, as she had hoped it would. He kicked his pants off and Georgie took his hard cock in her hands. “You have a beautiful cock, so thick and long. I have fantasized about this, Vicente.”
She took his cock in her mouth, pushing as far as she could down her throat. Slowly she pulled back up, sucking the entire length. He moaned as she licked the head, tasting the pre-cum that had formed. She grabbed the base and slid him back into her throat, sucking as she moved her mouth back up to the head.
“Stop, Georgiana. You are making me want to come, and I want to come deep inside you first.” She looked up at him and nodded.
He knelt and gently pushed her back into the couch. He lifted her hip with one hand and dragged the panties down with the other. “Spread your legs wide for me, Georgiana. I want to look at your wet pussy. Ah, you have shaved I see. I love how I can see your lips, the rose bud of your clit.”
He had one hand on her thigh, and with his other hand, he dipped his forefinger deep into her pussy, brought it out, and put it in his mouth. “Your pussy is so sweet, Georgiana, as I knew it would be.”
He dipped in once more and kissed her, pushing his finger between their lips so they could both taste her juices. She felt yet more wetness coursing through her loins.
He grabbed her hips in both of his big hands and slid her to the edge of the couch. He moved a fat pillow behind her head. “I want to see your face when I make you come, mi amore.”
Georgie could barely breathe. She was already so close to her orgasm.
Vicente pushed her legs open wider and leaned down, kissing the inside of her thighs. He kissed all the way down one leg and back up the other. He paused and she could hear him breathing deeply at her pussy. He purred. “This is what beautiful smells like to me—your scent, your essence.”
He was holding onto her thighs, for which Georgie was grateful because she felt that she was about to levitate off the couch. He made a deep moaning sound and licked from the bottom of her pussy to her clit in one long, slow, soft stroke. He did it again, moaning and rubbing his hands on her thighs. His increased pressure, the strong licks, made her crazy with need. Georgie was moaning and beginning to writhe, grabbing at the brocade, trying to keep from flying off the couch. Suddenly he thrust his tongue deep in, thrusting and fucking her with his tongue. He sucked her outer lips and then began the, slow licks again.
Georgie could feel the molten heat bubbling in her core. He then began to circle her clit with his tongue, alternating light, long licks with short ones. He was driving her right to the edge of the earth. Panting and moving her hips, Georgie felt her orgasm gathering in her womb, the heat, the glow moving up through her. He reached one hand up and pinched her nipple hard. At the same time, he licked and sucked on her clit, all the while looking intently at her face.
She gasped. “Oooh, God. I’m going to come, Vicente. Oh, God,” she screamed, her orgasm so intense that she slammed her legs shut on his head and bucked violently against his mouth, wanting more and not wanting it to stop.
Vicente stayed in that position for a several minutes, while her breathing slowed. Matching his breathing to hers, he gently extricated himself from the vise grip of her thighs and moved up to the couch, taking her in his arms and holding her close, kissing her all over her face.
“You are delicious, mi amore, and I love the sounds you make when you come. Look at what you have done to me.”
His cock was engorged, throbbing and in need of release. He held it in his hand, and Georgie leaned over to kiss the head and lick down the sides.
He moaned. “I want to be inside you, Georgiana. Come over here.”
He clearly had a plan. He took her hand and guided her to the nest he had constructed in front of the fire. “Would you like a little wine? It will refresh you. And here, some dark chocolate truffles. They are perfect with the wine.”
He poured each a glass, and they sat naked in front of the fire for several minutes, touching and exploring, kissing, and drinking their wine. He then took her glass and along with his, placed them on the table. He moved to arrange pillows and cushions and helped Georgie move to where he wanted her. I have totally surrendered to this man. I can easily take the lead, but this feels so right and perfect, that I let can go and be guided by what Vicente wants. This is amazing. He laid her back onto some pillows and then put two more pillows under her hips. He had gotten a bit soft and offered his cock to
her eager mouth. She sucked on him for a few minutes, getting him hard again. She took his hairless balls into her mouth and gently massaged them with her tongue.
Vicente moaned and sighed. “Enough, cara, enough. You look so beautiful in the firelight. I want you, and now I will have you.”
He moved between her legs and spread them apart with his hands. Georgie could see his cock, hard and stiff right at the opening of her glistening slit. He took his cock in his hand and moved in closer. He ran his cock up and down her sopping pussy, rubbing the wetness all around and sending shudders through Georgie. He was moaning quietly, trying to maintain control.
“You feel so good, Georgiana, so good. Look at my cock, right at the opening of your pussy. Look at it.”
Seeing Vicente rubbing his hard cock all around her pussy was making her crazy. Suddenly, he stopped rubbing and inserted his cock right into the opening—just a little way in. He began to gently thrust, light strokes, just the head of his cock only at the opening. Vicente and Georgie could both hear her wetness as he thrust in and out. Georgie grabbed the blanket on either side of her to keep herself stable and from coming up off the floor. She felt the heat rising in her, sweat forming on her upper lip, her scalp tingling.
Vicente leaned down onto his elbows and gave her a long, deep kiss. He pulled back just a bit, locked his dark eyes onto her hazel ones and thrust his cock hard and deep. She felt as if she was being split in two. They moaned in unison in pleasure. As he began to pound into her, Georgie wrapped her legs around his waist. They were thrusting toward each other, hard, harder and harder still, filling needs that needed to be filled, giving each other pleasure and making their rhythm, just as he had promised.
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