Olivia dared not speak as he ordered, “Take off your bra.”
Sitting up, she reached behind herself to quickly unhook it and let it fall as she gazed at him in anticipation of his next order.
Nico’s dark and smoky eyes glowed mysteriously, drinking in the sight of her nude before him. “Oh princesa, your body is perfect and begging for my touch.”
Olivia had become transfixed on the huge bulge conspicuously visible beneath his jeans. Following her eyes, his lips twitched enticingly. “Would you like to see my cock?”
Meeting his gaze, she nodded.
“You’ve dreamed about it often, no?”
She nodded again, licking her lips.
“I dreamed about you, too, Olivia. Your sweet lips were wrapped around my hard cock.”
She felt her pussy tighten, and she moaned when he unzipped his jeans, releasing his erection. Olivia eagerly eyed him, memorizing every bulging vein, and the thickness and shape as he grabbed hold, stroking with firm pulls.
“I will go slowly,” he whispered.
Shyly, she asked, “Is it OK?” She was relieved he knew she was a virgin, but nervous she would disappoint him.
“I’m thrilled I’ll be your first.”
She murmured, “I did everything exactly as you told me to in your e-mails. I liked it all very, very much.”
Looking at the massive wet spot on the bed, he grinned. “Yes, I can see you found my lessons stimulating.”
“Watch me get off, Olivia. Later, I’ll watch you pleasure yourself. I want to see your fingers pump that sweet, glistening pussy.”
His words were so dirty—and sexy. Olivia bit her lip in blissful agony.
His voice rasped with short, hot breaths as he worked his erection up and down, nearing climax. As he knelt over her panting, Nico let out a low growl, “I’m going to spurt hot cum all over your virgin pussy.” Hearing his thick, throaty voice, heavy breathing, and the slapping sound as he jerked off faster sent Olivia over the edge. She shuddered and the tight coil deep in her belly began unraveling. Nico’s eyes burned brightly as he ejected a huge stream of cum over her taut stomach and plump mound. She had never seen a man come before, and it sent her into a spiraling tornado of lust. Her fingers found the slippery cleft between her legs as Nico knelt over her, his dark hair cascading down his face. He watched her closely, their eyes locked. Her breathing hitched as she feverishly rubbed her clitoris and pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy—the wetness running down into her hand. Her legs stiffened as she arched her back, convulsing in a deep, long, undulating climax.
Spent, Olivia rested her head on his chest, almost dozing off while listening to his steady heartbeat. Nico whispered into her ear, “I can’t wait to make you come like that on my cock.” Glancing down the length of his body, she saw he was no longer limp. Nico followed her gaze.
“Look at what you do to me. I’m getting hard again already.”
Kneeling up, he kissed her, his mouth hot and his lips both hard and soft. He trailed kisses along her neck and around her ear, nibbling on the lobe. Her lips were parted, waiting for his, and he raked his tongue along her lower lip before pushing into her mouth, flicking the tip of her tongue. Desperate for his touch between her legs, she squirmed in a frenzy of passion. Working his way down her body, he stopped to lick first one nipple, then the other, before trailing his tongue around her navel. Sliding off the bed, he took hold of her ankles and pulled her toward him.
Feeling his hot breath on her pussy, her whole body ached with longing. Nico looked up from between her legs and held her gaze, his green eyes dancing in delight. Creating a trail of kisses and light tongue licks along her inner thigh, he worked his way toward her pussy. Spreading her legs wider, he parted her plump folds with his tongue and circled the rim to expose the opening, then slowly licked from the mouth of her pussy to her clit, like a cat lapping long-desired milk.
Quivering, her body begged for more, and she arched her hips to meet his tongue, shockwaves pulsing through her entire body in anticipation. She never knew anything could feel as heavenly as when he rolled her tender bud around with the tip of his tongue. Crying his name, her voice pleaded for deliverance as he wrapped his lips around the swollen nub, tugging on it gently the way he had her nipple. When he stopped, she squirmed against his strong hands on her thighs and bucked, letting out a whimpering scream. “Please, Nico. Don’t stop!”
Crawling onto the bed, he purred, “Taste yourself,” before thrusting his tongue into her mouth. His pulsing hard-on pressed urgently against her inner thigh, and she felt an aching need deep inside her belly, a ravenous hunger for him.
Slowly, he pressed the mushroom tip into the opening of her hot, tight pussy. Moving gently inch by inch deeper inside her, he began fucking her with slow long pulls. Each time he withdrew, Olivia pushed her pelvis up and dug her fingers into the firm muscles of his buttocks, pulling him back into her.
As she clenched tightly around him, he let out a deep sigh and picked up the pace, his movements becoming more powerful and his thrusts deeper, fucking her harder. Feeling her go slick around him, he let out a strangled growl, then quickly pulled out and shot a hot, thick jet of cum over her belly. Finishing himself with one hand, he used his other hand to tweak and rub her clit, making her tremble violently with her release.
Nico fell on the bed and kissed her deeply. They were covered in sweat and cum, and the musky, primal scent of sex hung thickly in the room.
Olivia’s heart pounded when Nico took her hand, leading her toward the sounds of lively Spanish. Upon entering the kitchen, a beautiful, raven-haired young woman who looked like a female version of Nico squealed in delight. “There you two are!” she exclaimed in English.
“Oh, Olivia, you are more beautiful even than my brother described!” Lucia blurted, hugging her and giving her a double-cheek kiss.
Blushing, she put her head down. “Eres muy amable.”
Ita had invited a few family friends who peppered Olivia with questions about opera and California while the women finished preparing a feast of Argentine meats. Her musical ear picked up on the softer, almost slurred, Argentine pronunciation of Ys and double Ls, and she dropped her proper neutral Spanish as she easily fell into conversation.
Olivia leaned across the kitchen counter for an olive as she intently watched Ita prepare dinner. Her ample cleavage overflowing her push-up bra wasn’t lost on Nico, and he quickly pulled her into the pantry for a scolding. Deftly sliding his hand up her skirt and pushing her lace panty to the side, he slipped two fingers into her hot, wet pussy. She let out a small cry as he petted her, feeling her wetness build until it covered his fingers and dripped down her thighs. With Ita only a few steps away, Nico rubbed her clit hard with his thumb while pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy. Unable to control herself and nearing orgasm, she moaned audibly, and he crushed her to his chest, roughly covering her mouth to silence her so no one would hear her cry out. She shuddered as she came hard onto his hand, and Nico whispered in her ear, “You’re a naughty girl, Olivia. I’ll show you who is in charge. If you tease me, I’ll take you by force, regardless of where we are.”
Over dinner a few minutes later, he locked his eyes on hers, and with a smoldering intensity in his gaze, licked his fingers not just of juice from the beef they were eating, but of her juices, too.
Rummaging through old books as they strolled down the Calle Defensa ten-block long street fair of antique stalls, Olivia spotted a copy of Love Poems by Pablo Nerudu and presented it to Nico.
“Princesa, eres mi corazón.” His eyes glistened as he peered into hers.
Olivia caressed his face and kissed him. “You are my heart, too.” She took his hand and they continued down to the next stall, where she purchased handmade leather sandals for both of them.
At sunset, when the street lights came on, the cobbled streets glowed and the building angles softened. While sharing a bottle of wine at Dorrego Café, Olivia heard the nostalgic
quadruple meter of a bandoneón as tango dancers began performing on a portable floor placed over the uneven cobblestones. Olivia was awed by the dancers’ fluid movements. The men and some of the women wore ordinary street clothes, while others had flowers in their hair and were dressed in fancy red or black dresses with flounces on the bottom and plunging necklines. As the night progressed, the crowd grew larger. Nico took Olivia in his arms and taught her the tango, holding her very close so she could feel the subtle movements of his body. He was very serious about the dance, as she expected an Argentine to be, so she tried hard to follow, and when she attempted to anticipate his next move, he pulled her closer with his hand on the small of her back, purring, “Olivia, just follow me. I will guide you.” Relaxing, she happily allowed him to take control.
Scrutinizing herself in the mirror, Olivia saw only what looked like a preppy California girl. Pulling out her hair tie, she released her long tousled curls. Attempting to look more sophisticated, she smudged her eyes with a bit of brown eyeliner she’d recently bought but hadn’t used, then applied lip gloss, liking how her darker eyes contrasted with lightly stained lips. Taking out her pearl stud earrings, she replaced them with silver hoops. Finally accepting that this was the best she could achieve, she headed down to the parlor where Lucia was waiting.
“Olivia, I love your plaid skirt. And I would kill for your hair! I can’t wait for you to meet my best friend, Gabriela. She’s so cool!”
Great, Olivia thought to herself, I’m doomed!
While Nico attended to legal affairs related to his mother’s passing, the girls spent the day in Palermo, Buenos Aires’ answer to New York City’s Soho. As the afternoon wore on, Olivia had too many shopping bags to carry, so Lucia and Gaby carried some for her. When they passed a window display of elegant, modern jewelry designs, something caught Olivia’s eye, and she ducked inside to try on a pair of simple, organic design platinum rings. Slipping one ring on her finger, she was admiring it when the girls appeared next to her, chiming together, “Tan buen gusto! Son preciosos!”
“Should I…para mí y Nico? Is it too forward, demasiado rápido?”
Lucia grinned, “Él va encantar!”
Without asking the price, Olivia handed over the credit card Kathy had given her, telling the shopkeeper to wrap them.
Before heading home, the girls collapsed at the colorful Lele de Troya, where they ate salmon ravioli and homemade bread on the vine-covered lemon-yellow patio. Olivia insisted on picking up the tab to thank Lucia and Gaby for being her personal stylists.
Chattering loudly, the three girls walked into the parlor, and Olivia instantly caught Nico looking her up and down. “Wow, baby, come here. Let me feel those skins.”
Wearing her new glove leather miniskirt, cropped silk T-shirt, and python skin jacket, Olivia blushed as she sidled up next to him. His hands sliding up her thigh and over her ass, he purred in her ear, “I can’t wait to undress you.” Excusing themselves, they darted upstairs, where Nico ravished her. As they lay together, he tenderly chided, “See, I said you would have a good time with Lucia. You have to trust me more, Olivia. I’ll awaken you and make you more confident.”
Kissing his ear and down his neck to his nipple, she whispered, “Yes, Nico.”
“My princesa. You will sing in the opera, and I will have a center in Beverly Hills. Everything will come to pass soon…I promise.”
Straddling him and taking his hands in hers, she leaned over him, her hair in his face. She kissed his full lips. “Together, my love, we will be stars!”
Deliberately coiling one of her wild tendrils behind her ear, he locked his eyes to hers in a penetrating gaze, “Olivia, ask the rich heiress for the money for the center. It’s for us…and we’ll be together.”
“I don’t know, Nico. Do you think she would? I mean, she doesn’t even know you.”
“Don’t be an idiot, Olivia,” he snapped. Then, running his thumb along her lower lip, he cooed, “Tell her we’re getting married, and you need the money to build our center. I’m a famous healer. It’s a good investment; it will make millions.”
Thrilled at the prospect of being his wife and both their dreams coming true, she exclaimed, “I’ll ask her as soon as I get home. I’m sure she’ll give me the money! After all, it’s a healing center!”
“That’s my princesa!” He kissed her deeply, twining his tongue with hers.
Breaking away, she burst out joyously, “Nico, I almost forgot. I bought something…special. I hope you’ll like it.” She awkwardly offered the wrapped box to him. Thinking she might pass out from anticipation, she waited for Nico to slowly unwrap it.
When he opened the box, his eyes danced in delight. “Olivia, mi amor, I love this! Matching rings—they’re so beautiful.”
6
A simple, white, stucco and glass structure, obviously modernized in recent years, the beach house sat high on a cliff with spectacular views of the sea and sand dunes covered in acacias, pampas grass, and, surprisingly, pines. They’d driven down to the Pinamar beach house for Nico to sign papers transferring the title to him. On the way, he told Olivia stories about spear fishing and childhood summers with his mom. She could hear his voice crack, and it made her sad that he had lost her.
After collecting driftwood, Nico built a fire on the beach. Snuggling under a warm blanket, they watched the stars move across the sky, listening to the sound of waves crashing on the shore. Spooning her tightly, his hips began moving as he pressed his hardening cock against her ass. Taking her from behind, with her ass perched high, his hands gripped her hips as he fucked her hard. The sound of her moaning inspired him to record the erotic scene. Secretly turning on the video camera of his iPhone, he filmed his dick withdraw from her pussy and disappear back inside. With his arm held overhead, he captured the roundness of her ass and the sweep of her back and shoulders, her dark curls pendulating back and forth as he pummeled into her. He hoped the audio would pick up the sucking noise his dick made as it thrust in and out of her pussy. Feeling her clench around him, he murmured, “Touch yourself, baby. I’m gonna come!” He liked the sound of his voice directing her.
As she twirled her clit between her fingers, her panting became ragged and she cried out, “Nico!”
When he viewed the video later, hearing her call his name at the end gave him an instant erection. It was so hot, he jerked off, playing it again. Seeing himself and Olivia fucking was far better than commercial porn. When he showed it to her, she was alarmed he’d recorded them without her knowledge, and resisted when he wanted to do it again. But after seeing the video a few more times, she became aroused. Wild with sexual desire, she eagerly followed his instructions when he directed her to masturbate, just like in his e-mails. Olivia had become an expert at all of that, and she didn’t restrain herself. Her groans and hitched breathing, culminating in cries of ecstasy, had Nico hard as a rock in seconds. After she climaxed, he continued filming himself jerking off, the veins of his thick shaft bulging and the tip mushrooming as he came on her stomach.
Emboldened by these first videos, Nico then filmed her giving him a blow job. Through trial and error, filming several times, he’d discovered the best angle was on her knees below him with him fucking her open mouth, going deep into her throat. Holding her head with one hand, his fingers laced in her hair, he ordered her to look into his eyes. He took control, pulling her tightly against him as he fucked her mouth long and hard. A low, deep vibration in her throat when she moaned had Nico rocking his hips, pushing harder. He released her when she gagged, saying, “That’s good, Olivia. It means you’re willing to take me all the way.”
When she looked up at him with teary eyes, he said, “You give me so much pleasure, princesa. You have a luscious mouth. Open for me.” On command, she blinked back her tears and licked her lips, opening her mouth as Nico went deep into her throat. His breathing became rough and she could feel him twitch, and she groaned low in her throat as he exploded. Desperate to please him, Oliv
ia swallowed once, and catching her breath, swallowed again as Nico jetted into her. Gazing up into his smoldering eyes, she smiled seductively into the camera and licked him clean.
The young handsome waiter was particularly attentive since they were his only patrons. Several times he’d returned to refill their water glasses, and ask if everything was to their satisfaction. Olivia noticed Nico was quieter than normal, not entertaining her with stories the way he usually did. Walking back to the house, he marched ahead of her and she had trouble keeping up. Once inside, he grabbed her arm roughly, shoving her against the kitchen counter.
“What the hell, Nico?” she gasped, stunned by his sudden aggression.
“I saw you, you little slut,” he growled, his face very close to hers.
“What are you talking about?” she asked, her voice shaking with fear. She’d never seen this side of Nico.
“The waiter, Olivia. Don’t play games with me! Why were you flirting with him? I should never have taught you how to be sexy.”
Olivia’s pulse raced, but she defended herself. “I wasn’t flirting! I was just being friendly. We were his only table, for God’s sake. You know, I never said anything to you about the woman at the polo match!” She was referring to a match they’d attended the previous week. “That slut bitch was all over you and rude to me besides!”
A particularly beautiful family friend of Nico’s had draped herself all over him in front of Olivia at the polo match. Speaking in Spanish, the woman asked, “When did you take to sleeping with little girls, Nico?” Olivia was mortified when Nico laughed, but at the time, she’d let it go, feeling out of her league. The incident had kept her up all night.
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