“Can I kiss you now?” I asked.
“Please.”
I wrapped my hand around the nape of her neck pulling her closer to me. When her warm lips pressed against mine, it was like beast mode was activated. All the thoughts I’d been keeping at bay the entire night flooding to the surface like I was a passenger on a sinking ship.
Belen’s arms draped over my shoulders, her hands rubbing and scratching my head. You know that satisfying sensation that travels through your entire body as hands other than your own massage your scalp. Their nails hitting the right spot with each pass. Belen was doing that to me right now, but she was also swirling her tongue in my mouth which took everything to a whole other level.
My hands fumbled with the zipper of her coat, anxious to free her of the puffy cream jacket so I could press her body closer to mine. With her coat on the floor, I pushed her hips into my body, sliding my hand to her ass. Still too many clothes. Belen helped me remove her boots and jeans.
Pushing her onto the extra wide windowsill, I used my knee to part her legs. Sliding my tongue back into her mouth, I pressed her against the glass pane. I’d wanted to kiss her the moment I stepped off the elevator and saw her waiting for me. But I knew if I’d done that we would’ve never left the building. Not that jumping to the sex is ever a bad thing, but I wasn’t just here for the sex. I was here for this woman who was eagerly devouring my lips.
Running my hand down the side of her bare thigh, Belen’s breathing hitched. I kneaded her inner thigh, my hand slowlytraveling upward until I found her center. Pressing my fingers to the front of her panties, an electric jolt surged through my veins when I found them wet to the touch. Belen responded softly seeping in her air and mine as her lips hovered over my mouth. I hooked my fingers in the side of her thong and on cue, she lifted her hips so they slid over her thick ass and thighs with ease.
My fingers moved over her slick and plump center once again. A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth, bewitched with thoughts of all the things I wanted to do to her. I traced my wet thumb over her opening, Belen’s fingernails burrowed into my arm with just enough pressure to make my dick come alive.
I gently guided my middle finger inside, never taking my eyes off her face. The best part of sex was always the reaction. And seeing her eyes flutter shut as her head lulled back was the perfect visual satisfaction. Her legs were acrobatic, contorted and sprawled wide so I had full access to every silky crease and fold. Curling the tip of my finger while using my thumb to hit her clit, Belen cupped my face with her hands plunging her tongue into my mouth. I returned her kisses, twirling my tongue in and out of her mouth, wanting to fuck ever orifice.
Inserting another finger, I felt the weight of her body shiver against mine. Her hips starting to work over my fingers, chasing a release. With my lips against the side of her face, I whispered. “You are so fucking sexy.”
Belen’s eyes were clouded and distant, and all she could offer in response was a breathy gasp. As she got closer to orgasm, Belen proceeded to say the freak nastiest shit anyone has ever said to me. Including declarations that the pussy was mine and claiming I was the best Santa ever. At one point I had to sing “Feliz Navidad” in my head so I wouldn’t come in my jeans.
I could tell she was close because she was only speaking incoherent sentences. “Fuck … yes … like that … all of that.”
With each finger twist, slide, and flick, I did my best to give her the focused, deliberate, and intense attention her body was craving. Sliding my free hand under her T-shirt, I fondled her perky C cups through her bra, pinching her rock-hard nipples. I pressed my face against hers, listening to her erratic breathing and airy voice saying my name so soft I would’ve missed it if I wasn’t so close.
“Right there, please just like that,” she begged.
I gave her what she asked for, rhythmically hitting her clit with my sticky thumb while rocking my fingers in and out until her whole body shook and shuddered uncontrollably.
Belen melted, she literally slid from the windowsill, coming to rest on the cold cement floor. Her body occasionally stirring like she was experiencing aftershocks.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I just need a minute.” She smiled up at me.
Heading to the kitchen, I washed my hands before pouring a glass of water, returning to her side, I handed it to her. She eagerly drank big gulps, spilling some down her oversized mint colored T-shirt. I kneeled next to her like an attentive servant, just waiting for the chance to kiss her again.
Belen let out a long, satisfied sigh. “I’m starving. Can you fix that?”
I immediately tugged at my belt buckle, ready to fill her up. “Yes, I can handle that.”
She raised a hand, stopping me. “I meant food. If I’m gonna make it through this night, I need food.”
“Oh, yeah sure … food. I can also handle that.” Embarrassment burned up my neck.
“Who doesn’t love a multi-talented brother?”
With a deep breath, I savored her words. Grabbing hold of her hand, I helped Belen to her feet. “You’re gonna love dinner. It’s Italian. I flew the chef in from Italy,” I joked.
“See, I can’t tell if you’re joking or serious and I don’t like that.”
“I’ll never tell.” I kissed her forehead before leading her to the kitchen.
The chicken parmesan was delicious.And not just because the last thing I ate was a PB&J at lunch. Licking my fork, I was thankful Kris enlisted a professional. I sat crossed legged on the floor in my T-shirt and panties next to Kris who was still somehow fully dressed. After a few more bites, I planned to correct that error. My head was still spinning from the finger bang, but I desperately wanted more.
“Who’s watching Celeste tonight?” Kris asked, spinning angel hair pasta onto his fork.
“We have a neighbor, Ms. Sullivan. She checks in on Celeste when I work late or spend the night with mysterious tech moguls.”
