fairwells - Disrobe for me, Mi Amor
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"I know exactly what you want, mi amor," Juanelo whispered in her ear with his deep, husky voice. "Then you should know you can't give it to me." He kissed her strongly and passionately. She resisted at first, but then found herself yielding to his probing tongue. She breathed him in as if he was the air itself. He tasted like lust and she was intoxicated. She murmured protests, but his hands reached under her robe and caressed her naked thighs. She trembled at the very touch. His hand moved higher to her waist. Anna met his deep, pentrating kisses with her own. With both hands he grabbed her bare ass and pushed himself between her legs. Anna gasped and breathily whispered, "No." He kissed her more. This time gently, teasing, bringing his tongue down her neck, breathing heavily and laying soft kisses down. "Juanelo, por favor." "Mi amor. Porque? Yo conozco que tu quieres esto." "Not like this." "You want to feel me inside you. Growing inside you, filling you up." Bitter tears filled her eyes. "You're not mine to have." "If I say you are, then you are." The phone rang like a pin popping a balloon full of sexual tension. "Don't answer that, mi amor." Anna motioned to answer it. Juanelo pinned her down. "Let me up, Juanelo." He kissed her again and grinded himself against her. He started to untie her robe. He kissed her neck and moved down to her collar bone. He placed his hands on her stomach and slowly moved them upwards. She started to shake her head no. "Be still, my love." His hands held her breasts firmly. She shuddered and sighed. He kissed each one, tracing his tongue around each nipple. She moved into his grinding hips. Suddenly the doorbell rang. Anna woke herself from her ecstatic euphoria. "Oh shit. Juanelo, that's Brandon." Still kissing and sucking on her nipples he murmured, "He'll go away." "No, Juanelo. I don't think he will. I'm supposed to go out with them tonite. That must have been calling before and..." Juanelo sighed and in one smooth, deft movement got up. He adjusted her robe and put one finger to his lips signaling for her to stay quiet. And he glided to the door. He opened slightly. "Anna will not be able to make an appearance to night. She is otherwise quite occupied. Do call at a later date when she isn't busy." Then he shut the door. He glided back to wear Anna was. She took him in, the full view him. His closely cropped dark brown hair, his dark, penetrating brown eyes. His masculine build. She sighed to herself dreamily, knowing too full well that she absolutely adored him. Every single inch of him. She wanted to drink in every single particle that was Juanelo. He resumed his position on top of her and kissed her gently on the forehead. "Now where were we?" | ||||||||||
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