by LeCoeur, Ami
"Angela," I whispered into her hair, wrapping my fingers through her long tresses and biting into the soft flesh of her neck.
I caressed her sweet, supple breast. She trembled under my hand, her heart beating wildly like a small caged bird. I wanted to protect her and consume her, all the same time.
As I pressed her back against the sofa, she looked up at me, her wide emerald eyes full of wonder and desire. I pressed my rigid cock against her warm yielding body, wanting to bury myself inside her.
"Antonio," she breathed. And that made me harder.
I fumbled for the zipper at the back of her dress as I rained kisses down her chest. She pushed me away, and I sat up in confusion until I realized she was turning her shoulder to me so I could unzip it easily. Together we pulled down the top of her dress and I slipped the strap of the undergarment off her shoulder as I nibbled the delicate skin underneath.
"Cara, oh Cara, you drive me crazy."
She took my face in her hands, gazing deeply into my eyes and opened her mouth invitingly as she drew me forward.
I felt her move beneath me, rubbing herself along the length of my throbbing dick. This is crazy, I thought, pushing back my urge to take her right then, to force my way into her sweet, tight slit.
Closing my eyes, I pushed myself up from her, stifling a small groan. Then I opened my eyes, looking down at her face and was rewarded with a look of such sweet trust and raw desire as I could ever hope for.
I moved back on the sofa, pushing her skirt up to her waist and grabbing her stockings and underwear, pulling them down around her knees. She laughed, wiggling out of them and tossing them to the floor.
Running my hands up her thighs to her soft mound, I used my thumbs to gently stroke the outside of her labia. I smiled, she was already warm and slick. I ran my fingers along her slit, pressing gently and separating the lips. She shivered, a sharp intake of breath and then a clenching of her muscles as I teased her with a soft exhale of my breath.
I leaned all the way down, gently kissing her most intimate parts. I ran my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top, pausing to suck gently on her clit as I continued to gently massage the muscles on either side.
"Ooooooh," she moaned. "AnTONio!"
I grinned, I loved hearing the tiny gasps and moans she made, knowing it was me who caused them, me giving her pleasure. It was me she wanted. She reached down, grabbing the back of my head as she pressed herself against me even harder.
My tongue continued to lap her sweetness, pressing it inside the walls of her warm, sweet pussy while I massaged her clit. I felt her press even harder against me, beginning to move in a rhythmic fashion that told me she was just about to come.
"More," she begged. "Oh, please!"
"Mmmmm, you like this?" I asked, raising my head briefly from my task.
"Oh yes, oh yes. Oh please. Don't stop. I'm so close."
"That's my girl. Come for me Angela." I leaned down to complete my welcome duties. Using my fingers, stretching deep inside, and curling up to the front, I pressed gently against her pleasure spot, as I sucked her clit, running my tongue around and over the top of her sensitive nub.
I cupped her breast with my left hand, massaging gently as I continued to lick my way inside her.
"Tony! Oh Tony! Oooooh!" She cried, bucking her hips and moaning as I continued to suck her clit and gently pinch her nipple, rejoicing as she gave herself over to the orgasm.
"Did you like that?" I grinned down at her when she finally stopped moaning.
She narrowed her eyes. "You had to ask? I would think you were smart enough to figure it out."
"One can never be too careful," I said, putting on a very serious face. "Perhaps that was just a performance for my benefit."
"Oh no. I have to say, that was definitely for my benefit." She laughed. "But now, don't you think it's your turn?"
I felt myself stiffen even more. I wasn't sure what I'd done to deserve this sweet girl, but I wasn't going to deprive myself of the pleasure any longer.
"Thought you'd never ask." I smoothed the hair back off her forehead. Enjoying the playful look in her eyes. "What do you have in mind?"
"Oh, I think turnabout is fair." She reached for my belt.
"Here, let me help."
"No." She slapped my hand away. "You don't always get to be in charge, or in control. It's about time you let someone else have a chance."
I raised my arms in surrender and sat back against the sofa cushions.
"That's more like it," she said, scooting over next to me so she could undo my belt. "Now stand up," she commanded.
I stood and she pulled my trousers down about midway. Then she rose and slipped out of her dress, tossing it over the back of a chair.
"Sit." I did. She kneeled in front of me, untied my shoes and slipped them off, then tugged at my pants to pull them down the rest of the way.
"Ah, that's better." She smiled up at me and licked her lips.
Then she reached inside my shorts, and pulled out my throbbing cock. The touch of her hands were warm as she kneeled in front of me, a sweet smile on her face. My heart was overwhelmed with an emotion I hadn't felt in years.
She ran her hand up my shaft, gently teasing the head, before firmly grasping and pulling back down to the base. She leaned forward, her tongue licking the tip of my dick, in a long slow motion, deliberately drawing it out. It was my turn to shiver.
Then she took me inside her sweet, warm mouth, pulling and sucking and drawing her lips along my length. I almost lost it right there. She couldn't know what that one small action had done to me.
She took me inside her mouth again, licking and sucking, pressing her breasts against me as she worked my dick. She was beautiful, her eyes staring at me intently as she worked her magic between my legs, bringing me closer and closer to my own explosion.
I didn't want her to stop, but I had to. I needed and wanted to feel my cock inside her. If I came now, I might not have that chance tonight.
I raised my hands to her shoulders, pressing her gently away. "Don't tell me you don't want this," she started, in a low voice.
"Cara, I want you more than anything. And don't forget that." I reached over to my pants pocket, pulling out a condom, and holding it up for her to see.
"Oh, I see, a change of venue?" She laughed.
"Same venue, just a slightly different experience of it."
She grinned, standing up and running her hands through my hair. I tore opened the package, and managed to force the condom over my engorged dick, even though having her stand so close in front of me was very distracting. I pulled her onto my lap, running my tongue over her nipples.
She giggled and called me a tease. I took that seriously, and cupped one of her breasts with my hand, pulling the nipple into my mouth and circling it with my tongue as I teased it into a hard little button. I gently stroked the other breast, running my thumb over the nipple and feeling it harden with pleasure at the same time.
"Perky little things, aren't they?" I grinned at her.
"That's because they like you," she laughed.
I buried my face between her breasts, taking a deep breath, inhaling her scent. She held my head against her chest, like a mother comforting her child, and I felt a sense of safety, a sense of rightness, that I had never felt with a woman.
I laid her back gently against the cushions, smoothing her long beautiful hair to the side, grasping its length in one hand, pulling gently. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts toward the sky. Then I pushed myself back slightly, separating her legs, moving them apart so I could stroke her mound with my hand. I turned my hand over, pressing my fingers inside, feeling her sweet, wet juices.
I raised myself over her, using one hand to position the tip of my dick over her clit. I remembered how wet she was, as my dick slid easily down her folds, and I thrust into her with one time-almost-standing-still fluid movement. Again, it was almost more than I could bear, and I held it for just the b
riefest moment, pulling back slightly. I looked down into her face, her eyes are closed, but there's a smile on her lips.
I thrust again, enjoying the tightness and the warmth, and the slightly strangled moan that issued from her lips.
"You liked that?" I asked softly. She moaned again and smiled.
"Oh yes," she breathed. "Very much."
"Good," I said as I thrust my full length into her again. The throbbing in my cock intensified, and I pushed into her again. And again. Faster, harder, as far as I could reach.
She squirmed beneath me, matching my thrusting movements. Her muscles clenched around my cock, and suddenly I had no conscious thought at all. I was simply a piston, a machine, on automatic pilot, building, building, each stroke intensifying. The muscles in my legs and ass tightened as I continued to thrust into her, feeling the pressure building, hearing her little moans begging me for more.
She looked up at me with naked longing as I pressed her hands into the cushions, holding her in place. I knew she was mine. Mine to do whatever I wanted.
The pleasure in my body was almost more than I could bear, when she let out a strangled squeal, clasping my hands tighter, arching her back and thrusting her hips into mine. She moaned my name over and over, as she matched my rhythm, thrusting harder and harder. Suddenly I couldn't hold back any longer, and as the almost unbearable rush of sweet release washed over me, I collapsed into nothingness, losing all sense of time and place.
When I opened my eyes. Angela was staring at me, a small grin on her lips.
"Hello," I managed.
"You were snoring," she grinned.
"Me? Snoring? Not hardly, I wasn't sleeping."
That got a laugh out of her. "Well I don't know what you've been doing for the last five minutes then, but you were breathing really loudly."
I smiled, pulling her closer. Enjoying the softness of her skin, as I lay there on the sofa with her body wrapped up in mine.
"Shouldn't we get back?" she said. "It's getting late."
"I suppose so, but I'd much rather stay here." I sat up stretching my shoulders from the cramped quarters on the sofa.
"That's sweet." She leaned over and kissed me. "But I don't want Maria to be worried. Is there some place where I can clean up?"
"Yes," I pulled her up as I stood, pointing toward a door at the back. "There's a small restroom here in the office. It doesn't offer a lot, but there's a washbasin and I think he has some hand towels." I reached over and picked up her dress, shaking it out and handing it to her as she stood up.
"I'll do what I can." She slipped away into the other room, closing the door.
I reached for my glass, finishing the last of the wine. Then I picked up my trousers, and looked around the room, making sure to straighten up anything that might've been out of place. I set the glasses and the bottle together, planning to take them back downstairs as we left.
Angela stepped back into the room. "It's all yours," she smiled as she picked up her stockings.
I walked into the room, turning on the warm water to rinse myself off, and pat myself dry with my handkerchief. I pulled on my pants, stuffing the damp handkerchief into my pocket. Then I splashed water on my face and ran my fingers through my hair, patting it into place.
I looked at my face in the mirror as I buttoned my shirt, leaving it open at the collar. Then I grinned. This was the most relaxed I'd felt in a long time. Almost as though I had no cares at all.
I stepped back into the office. Angela stood next to the desk, her face radiant and relaxed. This was the Angela I remembered from the cruise.
Taking her face in my hands, I gave her a warm kiss.
"Well, Princess," I said, taking her hand and bringing it to my lips. "Shall we go back to the party?"
Chapter Thirty-Six
MARIA
"If I’m not mistaken, there's a new star shining in this room tonight,” Thompson said, his eyes warm with respect as he smiled at me. He handed me a glass of water, seeming to know exactly what I needed.
“Thank you! I feel like a star… a thirsty one. How did you know?” I took a long sip, welcoming the cold liquid.
He shrugged a large shoulder, dismissing the question and asking instead, “How are you feeling? It’s been a long day. Ready to go home soon?”
It was getting late and the staff had begun to shoo out the remaining guests. Thompson was right, it had been an exciting and exhausting evening for me. Far more exciting than I had any right to expect.
"Soon, Thompson. I just need to gather my things." I was lucky to have someone looking out for me. Truthfully, I was pretty tired.
I looked over Thompson's shoulder, spying Angela stepping through the door. She had a happy glow around her, almost an aura, a far cry from the way she'd looked earlier that evening. She turned to say something to Antonio, who had followed her into the room. He leaned down to hear her. Then he laughed. This time his normal confidence was mixed with a relaxed, self-satisfied air.
Something was definitely different. There was an ease between the two of them that made me guess they'd been up to a lot more than just talking the last hour or so. I had my suspicions, but I'd keep them to myself until I could talk to my sister.
"Isn't it about time to get you two in bed?" Antonio said, turning to us after greeting Thompson. I saw the unmistakable look he gave Angela, as well as the grin she shot back.
"Since there's no need to keep any of this a secret anymore, let's all ride home together. Thompson, my man, lead the way." Antonio swept his hand in front of him as if he was laying a magic carpet.
"Is there anything else we need to do here tonight?" I asked him.
"The staff will handle it. Congratulations, Maria. This was an exemplary evening," Antonio said as he kissed my hand.
***
"Antonio," I said once we were inside the limo and heading home, "how can I ever thank you for everything?"
"Maria, it was my pleasure. You're a very talented artist, you did all the work. How many paintings did you sell tonight?"
"I sold four of them. But that's not all, I received commissions for two more."
"I'm not surprised," said Antonio. "But there's something else you'll like. Several people expressed interest in leasing your paintings for their offices. They'd be rotating your paintings through periodically, and paying you for the privilege of showing your art."
"Antonio, I have no idea how to do that," said Maria. "I wouldn't even know where to start."
"No problem," laughed Antonio. "Gregory would love to help you. He's set up lease programs before, and will be happy to be involved. It's nothing more than a lending library—you set folks up on a three or six month program, and they get to enjoy new paintings on a regular basis. It's a nice way for you to get a little income until the paintings sell. Gregory does it all the time."
I leaned back against the seat, yawning as I realized just how tired I was and feeling grateful that Antonio had stepped in to help manage all of this. What a night, but I would be happy to put it all behind me and crawl into bed.
I looked over at Antonio and Angela. They seemed to be in their own little world, sitting there, quiet, Angela's head resting against Antonio's shoulder. I sensed a new connection between the two of them. One that simply hadn't been there before. It was my turn to grin.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
ANGELA
Antonio walked me to the door. For once I was speechless. Tonight had turned out to be one of the most extraordinary nights of my life. I had never felt as close to him as I had tonight.
He reached for me, pulling me close, and I felt the heat begin to build again. I didn't know what it was about this man, but there was something I simply couldn't resist.
He pressed his lips to mine, sending shivers through my body. I wondered if I would always respond to him this way, but it didn't matter, because that's how he made me feel right now. His lips touched mine, and it was sweetest kiss I could ever imagine. I wanted to melt into hi
s body, melding into his soul. In so many ways, I felt like we were the same person. There was something I couldn't quite explain. It was a calmness, and a settling, at a level that I had never understood before. I wasn't sure how he felt, but for the moment I was totally complete and nothing else mattered.
As our lips parted, and I took a deep breath, I pulled back. I heard Maria's wheelchair being rolled up the ramp. I turned to look at my sister, the smile of satisfaction on her face from the evening, but an air of fatigue in her body. She had told me not to think of her as fragile, but I knew that sitting in a wheelchair didn't give her much opportunity to build physical strength. I couldn't challenge anything about her mental strength, but I knew there were limitations to the physical.
"Thompson! I'm surprised at you." Antonio admonished with a glint of humor in his eyes. "That's no way to leave a lady at her door. I implore you, my loyal chauffeur, give the deserving lady a worthy good night kiss."
Thompson looked at Antonio for a moment, obviously confused about what to do. "Sorry, um, Boss…” He looked at Maria, then shrugged. Leaning down, he attempted to give her a kiss on the cheek.
Obviously, he did not know my sister! She reached up, grabbed his face, and pulled him forward, pressing her lips firmly against his and holding him there until he kissed her back. Only then did she let him go.
As he pulled away, slightly dazed, Marie stifled a giggle. "You're welcome," she told him, grinning up at me and winking.
"And, thank you for a wonderful night," she threw over her shoulder as she wheeled through the door.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
MARIA
"Maria, this is Dr. Quesh's office. The doctor has received the results from your preliminary tests, and we'd like to schedule you to come in for your pre-surgery orientation within the next couple weeks."