Sensuality (11 page)

“Buenas tardes,
señora,” he said as he released my hands.

“
Buenas tardes,
Rodrigo,” I replied, stepping back to observe him. He had changed into black, loose-fitting linen trousers and a cream shirt that offered an enticing contrast to his bronze skin. I was caught off guard for a moment. I’d never fucked a man
this
fine. I was nervous. Not that I’d been laying up with the ooglies, but Rodrigo was from the “Hell yeah!” page in the Sophisticated Sista’s Catalog of Fine Ass Men. I reminded myself that I’d been campus queen at my alma mater and though I was forty, I was mistaken for twenty-five quite often.

“Rodrigo, please make yourself comfortable.” I smiled graciously as I regained my composure. “And please, my name is Deena. No need to call me señora.”

“
Sí, mi reina,
I will call you Deena.” He sat close, facing me, our knees touching slightly. “How are you enjoying Sayulita so far?”

“Sayulita is beautiful. So far, I like it here.”

“Wonderful, Deena.” He caressed my thigh as he watched me attentively.

Aha! He’s down with it. Good. Now I don’t have to work so hard.
I could feel my pussy juices simmering.

“Do you think you like it well enough to buy this house?” Rodrigo asked.

“Yes.” I smiled. “I like it well enough to buy the house. How did you know?”

“Deena, Sayulita is a small town. Remember that there are very few secrets here. That is why I admonished you at the beach. It would not do to have the name of our newest resident to be dishonored for something so petty.” He smiled seductively at me, arousing me further when he traced my lips with his finger. An involuntary moan escaped my lips. I forgot to ask him what sin I’d committed at the beach.

“Deena.”

“Yes?”

Rodrigo stood up. “
Mi reina,
my queen, I want to bathe you. Do you have any olive oil?”

“Olive oil?”

“Yes, it softens the skin. I use it in my own bath.”

“Oh, yes. Sure. It’s in the kitchen.” Whew, for a minute I thought I’d mistaken
bathe
for
baste.

Rodrigo held out his hands to me and my will became his. I led him to the Jacuzzi tub in the master-bedroom suite. He sat me on the vanity stool and I watched him run the water, then leave for the olive oil. When everything was ready, he undressed me and helped me into the tub. I watched as he stripped down to glistening skin. His dick wasn’t hard so I couldn’t tell how big it really was. I could wait. He got
behind me in the tub and I relaxed against his chest, luxuriating in the dual embrace of Rodrigo’s arms and the warm, slippery water.

“Deena…I love the sound of your name…. Listen, Deena. I have something to share with you.”

He sang to me in Spanish as he buffed my body to a dark cocoa sheen. His voice was as melodious as he was attractive, and even though I didn’t speak enough Spanish to make out a third of what he was saying, it put me in a trance that had me believing all the good things I’d heard about Mexican men and sex. In between verses, we kissed passionately, fucking with our tongues as our bodies would later, building an explosive tension that threatened to singe my soul. Rodrigo’s free hand alternated between teasing my clit and my nipples, making it more difficult for me to delay what we both wanted. I lost it when he began licking and sucking my nipples.

He cupped both my titties in his huge hands, pushed them together, and flicked his tongue from one nipple to the other, rapidly sucking and nibbling until they looked like shiny chocolate gumdrops and I was a woman on fire. I pushed him against the tub and straddled him. His mouth kept my nipples warm and hard while his hands dove underwater. I felt his powerful fingers enter my pussy.

“Mmmm…Ahhh…Rodrigo…” was all I could say. Our voices mingled as he joined me in a chorus of ecstatic harmonies that rang to the ceiling. I realized the bathroom shutters were wide open and, for a split second, I wondered if we were too loud. Then, I was like,
To hell with it. Why get fucked if I can’t enjoy it to the fullest?

I rode Rodrigo’s fingers as he massaged my pussy walls
with precise timing. I wasn’t surprised when I felt his finger working its way into my asshole. At that point, all holes were fair game and I welcomed it. My body climbed to incredible heights of ecstasy as Rodrigo rocked me into a state of bliss with his fingers, lips, and tongue. I saw the birth of a new galaxy as my body and mind were swept into an orgasm with the force of a tidal wave.

“Ohhhhh…Uhnnnnnnnnnn…Wheeeeeeeeee!” I sang as I was taken under. My pussy burst into convulsive spasms of delight as I whirled in the ripples of release. When my ears stopped ringing, I realized Rodrigo was crooning to me in Spanish. Whatever he said, it sounded good to me. We locked eyes and kissed slowly, appreciating each other’s tastes and textures. I was hypnotized.

We chilled in the tub until the water got cold, then headed out to the bedroom patio to play in the sun. Rodrigo had the towels and I had the condoms. He spread a towel on a comfortable chair for me.

“Deena, sit here,
mi reina.
”

I shook my head. “No, Rodrigo, you sit there. It’s your turn for pleasure.” I knew I was grinning my Nasty Girl grin.

I saw that his dick was still limp but that was no problem. I am proud to be the Mistress of Making ’Em Hard in a Hurry, a title I’ve worked hard for and one I intend to have for a long time to come. Therefore, I welcomed opportunities to keep my skills current.

I lightly licked Rodrigo’s lips and once again, he met my tongue with his own. Electricity raced through my body as we took turns sucking each other. I ran my fingers up and down his chest, playfully scratching his nipples with my nails
until they hardened like raisins. Then I straddled his hips to kiss him again. His lips were beet red. I’m not sure why that turned me on but it did. Rodrigo’s moans told me he was enjoying my efforts and that excited me, too.

Rodrigo’s fingers tangled in my locs as I teased the flat button of his navel with my tongue and teeth, making sure not to bite him in my fever to taste his flesh. Finally it was time for the main course, my favorite part of every meal. I folded the other towel, put it on the floor, and kneeled on it. I pushed his legs apart and held his uncircumcised dick in my hand for the first time. I pulled the foreskin back and almost cried because it was so pretty. I battled with myself over sucking it right then or waiting. I wanted to be in control this time so waiting won the fight.

His dick was semihard, thick, and very heavy. I knew it would grow longer and fatter as I worked my magic on him. I cradled his large shaved balls in my hand to feel their weight. They were heavy as well, which probably meant he hadn’t had any pussy in a while. I licked each of his balls, giving each one special attention before taking it into my mouth and rolling it gently around on my tongue. (I wanted to do both at the same time but they were just too big and I was scared I would bite him.) Rodrigo’s moans came more often and louder, letting me know he was getting closer to full arousal. I took my time stroking his dick, aware that he was about to be overly stimulated. When his dick stretched out and grew heavier in my hand, any willpower I thought I had vanished. I draped my lips on that gorgeous mushroom and lowered my head until his dick touched my tonsils. I spit-shined his dick from head to base, making sure it touched the back of my throat with every downstroke. Ro
drigo began thrusting so I slowed down because I didn’t want him to come too soon. I put a condom in my mouth and rolled it on.

I removed my mouth from his dick and Rodrigo opened his eyes in time to see me backing my pussy onto his dick. He spread my cheeks to get deeper penetration, and I leaned forward to get my balance and good friction for us both. As the hypnotic rhythm of his thrusts seduced me into the clouds, Rodrigo began teasing my asshole with his finger.

This time I know the whole neighborhood heard us as we crashed, grunting and screaming, into an orgasm that was better that my first one.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Rodrigo yelled as he almost bucked me off his dick.

“Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiit!” I cried as the waves came to drown me again.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…”

“Uhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnn…”

Rodrigo’s dick burst into the condom as I felt my own orgasm vibrating through my core. I continued to move my pussy up and down on his dick, knowing the extra sensation would be something he would never forget.

Exhausted, we collapsed into a heap of heavy breathing and sweat. When we were able to breathe normally, we moved to the chaise and I sat between Rodrigo’s legs and listened to his stories about life in Sayulita. Let him tell it, Sayulita was Paradise. As I listened, I wondered if it was true or if he had an ulterior motive, like the town’s continued economic success (foreigners usually rented their properties part-time, which brought cash flow to the town), or if it was his way of making sure I would return to Sayulita as
often as possible to be with him. We hadn’t had time to discuss anything beyond the present but I found myself hoping it was the second option. My vacation in Sayulita wasn’t over and the thought of fucking this man every night—or even every other night—for the next fourteen days was enough to harden my nipples.

A wicked smile curled my lips as I stroked Rodrigo’s thigh.

“Rodrigo.”

“
¿Sí, mi reina?”

“Bathe me again,
por favor
?”

The
bruja
’s back.
His mother’s caustic and cautioning words at Sunday dinner came back with resounding clarity as soon as Miguel Suárez walked into the offices of his multimillion-dollar company and saw
her
there.

Lissette Suárez had used a variety of racial epithets along with the Spanish word for
witch
because she’d never gotten along with the African-American woman her son married. She told everyone who would listen to her that the
bruja
must have put a spell on Miguel.

He hadn’t believed that his mother had really seen his wife. He’d assured her that she must have been seeing things. Because there was no way Stacy Williams-Suárez would come back to town and not notify him. Estranged though they might be, his wife knew better than that.

But there she was walking down the hall, every sway of her delectable hips mocking him. The red suit she wore put the power in the phrase
power suit.
And as she walked down the hall toward him with a slight slant in her eye and her lips
tilted in a soft, taunting little smirk, he recognized that was exactly the effect she was after. She wanted to give the semblance of power—control.

A genuine smile formed on his lips as he realized that his sweet, sexy wife was indeed standing in front of him. Judging from the way his dick jumped to life, he was more than a little happy to see her.

“Hello, Stacy. Glad to have you back.”

Stopping directly in front of him, she put her hands on her hips. “You don’t have me back. Your company does. There’s a big difference, Miguel.”

Allowing the grave misconception for the moment, he decided to take stock of the beauty standing before him rather than disabuse her of the misguided belief that he didn’t have her back. From bottom to top, the woman was simply gorgeous. He’d always loved the color red on her. It worked nicely with her rich walnut complexion and brought out the soft red undertones in her skin. The silk stockings that graced her legs beckoned to be stroked. Her long shapely calves led to curvaceously firm thighs and hips that he could only imagine under the skirt but he remembered fondly. Remembering those legs wrapped around him while those hips met each of his thrusts almost made him want to take her against the wall in the hallway. The rest of the employees would no doubt be shocked if they walked in on such a thing, but Stacy should have calculated that risk when she decided that the workplace was the first place she wanted to be seen after her two-month disappearance.

Letting his eyes travel upward, he licked his lips at the slight, subtle lift each breath she took gave her breasts. The soft fabric of the suit and the silk blouse she wore under
neath could not contain the bountiful bundle. He imagined the nipples underneath waiting for the caress of his tongue. Moving to her long, graceful neck, he paused and knew for certain that he needed to either make love to his tempting wife or move along to the confines of his office. The delicate ruby-and-diamond choker she wore around her neck made his dick painfully erect. That she still wore the choker meant
more
to him than the fact that she was also still wearing her engagement ring and wedding band. Those conventional trinkets may have held weight with the rest of the world, but the choker and the fact that she hadn’t removed it spoke to him in ways that he could
never
fully express.

Deciding to move the discussion on, Miguel simply stated, “Mom said she saw you shopping on Saturday. I guess she was right?”

An expression of hesitation briefly traveled across her face before she put her game face back on. Shrugging and twisting her sweet thick lips to the side, she said, “Yes, I saw your mother. But I didn’t really feel like speaking to anyone that day.”

There had never been any love lost between the two women. But Stacy’s attitude toward the Suárez matriarch still irritated him. His eyes narrowed slightly. “How long have you been back in town?”

Again her slight hesitation spoke volumes and clued him in on her nervousness. She took a deep breath and he noticed the gentle lift of her breast under the red jacket.

Tilting her head defiantly, she responded, “I’ve been back two weeks.”

She’d been back a whole two fucking weeks and she hadn’t come home!

She’d left their six-month-old marriage two months ago and took a leave of absence from her position at his company in order to “clear her head.” Even though it had been the last thing he wanted to do, he’d given her space. Their relationship had been unconventional by typical standards and his decision to marry her had apparently freaked her out more than she let on because it had been the beginning of the end.

Emotions warred within him. And the biggest one of them—desire—had to be contained until he figured out exactly what Stacy was playing at. She wasn’t a dumb woman. In fact she was the smartest woman he’d ever met. So, she had to know that coming back and still wearing the choker, his first gift to her,
his collar,
was as close to resuming their relationship as anything. Miguel knew that Stacy was well aware of the kind of man she’d married.

“So, you’re back…only for your job?” He let the question hang as he trailed every curve and crevice of her body with his eyes. He then pinned his gaze on her and let her know with one look that all the red power suits in the world weren’t going to stop him from getting her exactly where he wanted her.
Naked, splayed, and tied to their bed.

Her eyes met his stare. Recognizing his meaning, she literally jumped and moved back a space. Her semblance of control faltered just barely.

A lesser man might not have noticed it at all.

She lifted her chin and smirked. “Yes, Miguel. I’m back for my job. We never should have breached those boundaries. I’m hoping that eventually we will be able to get to a place where we can put the unfortunate incidents of the past behind us.”

Unbelievable! No way, Baby Girl!
Miguel closed the space
between them in one giant step and pulled her into his arms. He took her lips quickly and roughly. The kiss was meant to show her that she was not calling the shots. She tried valiantly to refuse him, but he wasn’t having it. Two long months without tasting her made him react like a starving man tasting a stolen morsel of food. Wrapping his arms around her and allowing his hands to rest on her ample behind, he pulled her tightly to him and allowed her to feel the press of his dick as his mouth ravished her. Mrs. Stacy Williams-Suárez had to know exactly what she was dealing with.

Stacy tried to catch her breath. The wind was being sucked out of her by Miguel’s sweet lips. It was torture. Coming back to town had been a mistake and coming back to work had been a huge misstep. But Stacy knew that the old woman had seen her in the mall and it would only be a matter of time before she ran and told Miguel. She thought she was ready to face him but she must have been crazy to think so. She had stepped back into his grasp and he was seizing control again.

She couldn’t let him have it. Could she? The last time she did, she swore she almost lost what she thought was her very self.

There was really no choice when it came to the kiss, however. If Miguel’s penetrating gaze hadn’t let her know, his probing tongue was making it damn certain. She was
his.
Her own tongue seemed to mock her as it rushed its way into his mouth and tasted him. The pleasure and pain of his rough, angry kiss had her lace thong sopping wet and it
wasn’t even nine in the morning. There was no way she would make it through the day without crawling to the man’s office and begging him to fuck her.

But she had to. For her own sanity’s sake, she would. Then she would send him her letter of resignation along with divorce papers and put this part of her past behind her once and for all. She tried to pull away but he held her tight. Groping her behind, he pressed his dick closer. His meaning couldn’t have been clearer.

Just like that, he ended the kiss.

Stunned, she took a shaky step back and expelled air from her lungs that she was amazed she still had. She even found a voice from somewhere and it spoke. “That was uncalled for, Miguel. And it is exactly the reason why things got out of hand between us in the first place. Please try and control yourself so that this doesn’t happen again today. What if some of the employees—”

The raging desire in his eyes refused to be contained as he cut her off. He moved away from her as he spoke. “It’s
my
company. I’m the boss, Baby Girl. I could care less if the employees come in and see me kissing
my
wife.” Punctuating each
my
with a sharp slap on her behind, her husband walked away and entered his office.

The slaps on the ass, like the kiss, like the bulging swell of his dick, were all meant to let her know that no matter how much she tried to change the nature of their relationship, he wasn’t having it.

Turning, she watched the retreating back of Miguel Suárez in awe. The man exuded sexiness and power. In the boardroom and in the bedroom, he exhibited dominance and control that most men would give their right arm to
possess and most women would give anything to be possessed by.

Most women except me, damn it!
She needed to retain her resolve and focus on something besides his tight ass and strong back. All that did was make her remember the way he used that back and behind like a well-oiled piston to bring her to mind-shocking climax after climax after climax.

No, coming back to work and confronting her sexy husband may not have been the brightest idea. It was too late now. She couldn’t let his silky bronzed skin, the glossy black curls on his head, or the piercing onyx gaze of his eyes stop her from doing what needed to be done. So what if the man called to mind a sip of one of her favorite guilty pleasures, a caramel macchiato? Just like the specialty coffee drink, the sweetness of the caramel, vanilla, and milk lulled her into a temporary calmness right before the kick of the espresso and caffeine snapped her ass into overdrive. That was Miguel Suárez in a nutshell and thus her inner turmoil about their relationship. She just didn’t know if she could handle everything that went with taking the entire package—the parts that made her feel safe and warm and loved along with the parts that pushed her to her limits and beyond. Letting out a sigh and taking a deep breath, she readied herself for what was clearly going to be the longest day of her life.

The pressure of a multimillion-dollar company, the motion and excitement that made her join the company a year ago, gave her a small reprieve in dealing with Miguel. But none of the hectic hustle and bustle could halt her heart’s rapid beating or the shockwaves of awareness that trembled through her body when his fine Dominican ass walked into a room.

By the end of the day she wanted to hightail it out of there with the rest of the employees. But she knew that she hadn’t
really
faced him yet. She had to go into his office and firmly let him know that although their little explorations had been interesting, she was ending their relationship, severing all connections.

Once she was pretty sure that even his secretary had gone for the day, Stacy walked into Miguel’s office for the facedown and hoped to God her visit wouldn’t end with her facedown, ass up and spread across his rich mahogany desk.

Miguel glanced up from the papers on his desk when the door to his office opened. He thanked God that he was at least spared the scene of having to barge into Stacy’s office and demand that she tell him why she left. The truth was he knew why she left. He didn’t condone it and he wasn’t about to let it happen again. But he understood that sometimes the intensity of their relationship scared her more than she let on.

Standing in front of his desk, her red suit jacket open to reveal the soft silky cream blouse she wore underneath, she presented a less formidable picture than she had earlier that morning. But her eyes still held her stubborn, willful challenge. She was going to make this hard.

“I just wanted you to know that I came back today to see if at least the business part of our relationship could be salvaged. And after careful consideration, after the way you behaved this morning, I have come to the conclusion that it would be best for all involved if I resign my position. Effective immediately.” Her hand went to her neck, softly finger
ing her choker, and then moved behind as if she was about to remove it.

He couldn’t let that happen. That wouldn’t do at all. “And who gave
you
the authority?”

She faltered slightly. He got up from his desk, blocking any and every move she made. He was behind her in a matter of seconds, boxing her neatly between himself and his desk. He removed her hand from the choker and caressed the hand as he placed both her arms firmly at her sides. He could feel her soft shudders of breath and he smiled.

Pressing his lips to the back of her long, graceful neck, he inhaled and for a minute he envisioned what a drug addict or an alcoholic must feel like after taking that first fall off the wagon and sabotaging their sobriety. The scent of her traveled through his nose and made him want more. He let his tongue trail her neck slowly and seductively, trailing a pattern along the edge of the choker and making her aware of his collar before repeating his question. The way she trembled at his touch let him know she had forgotten that he’d asked her anything at all.

“I said, who gave you the authority, Baby Girl?”

“I—I…what? What do you mean? I gave myself the authority. I don’t need anyone giving me any authority to make a decision about
my
life,
Miguel
.” She said his name with force and spun around to face him.

Her alert nipples pushed through the silk blouse as her chest firmly pressed against his own. The defiance in her eyes was breathtaking. All fire and passion, she asserted her control firmly and decisively.

Impressed, but not waylaid, he lifted her blouse from its
neat, tucked position in her red skirt and let his hands caress her belly before moving up and squeezing the full taut mounds of flesh encased in lace.