She was making little mewling sounds as she started to move on top of me. Tiny little circles with her hips... delicious internal ripples massaging my cock inside her. Her back arched as I caressed her breasts, molding them with my hands.
Francesca bucked in my hands so I held her still, pushing her hips backwards. I wouldn't let either of us move. Not until I knew if the theory was true.
I needed every weapon I had to make her mine. Unbelievable pleasure was just the tip of the iceberg. I needed to learn how her body responded so I could play it like a virtuoso.
I was more than happy to spend time practicing...
She was breathing heavily when I finally reached down and lightly circled my thumb over her clit.
Then it happened.
Francesca started to writhe on top of me, her body shaking uncontrollably. Her * squeezed me so hard it almost hurt as she came. Her mouth was open but no sound came out. I was almost scared that it was too intense for a moment as she froze on top of me.
Then she inhaled sharply and the sexiest damn sound I'd heard in my life came out.
"Unnffff... Daniel... please!"
I couldn't have waited another second if I tried. It's a good thing I didn't try.
I started to drive up and into her, my body completely out of my own control. I lost my rhythm almost immediately as I felt my balls tighten.
One thrust.
Two.
Three.
Light exploded behind my eyes as I experienced the most Earth shattering orgasm of my life. Since the last one. Which had also been with Francesca. Just a few hours ago. Just like all the orgasms I'd had with her.
The coincidence was not lost on me.
We sprawled in the chair as our breathing slowed. I wanted to have her again. But I also wanted to get her home where I could keep an eye on her.
"Come on, let's get cleaned up."
She nodded, pliant as a doll as I carried her into the enormous marble hotel bathroom.
I wondered how long I could keep her so agreeable. If I had to make sure she was constantly pleasured to do so. She didn't seem to mind...
What I didn't tell her was that I planned to keep her locked in my bedroom every night.
Francesca
"Let me wash you."
The husky sound of Daniel's voice sent shivers through me. The man was literally sex on wheels. He was by far the most delicious human being I'd ever met. And I'd met my fair share of movie stars, artists, and musicians.
Daniel put them all to shame.
He held me up in the shower, using one hand to pour shower gel onto my skin. He was that strong. He only needed one arm to support my weight.
At 5'7" I was not a tiny woman.
I gasped as his hand worked its magic on me, soaping and soothing me. He massaged it into my back and turned me so that the water sluiced over my skin. He did the same to my front, his face a mask of concentration as he soaped up my breasts. We both groaned.
He grinned at me and sat me on the shower bench. I watched as he lifted one leg at a time, using two hands to massage and clean me. He went all the way down to my cheeks, rubbing between them.
Once I was clean he propped my ankles over his shoulders and lowered his head, licking me hungrily. I threaded my fingers through his hair as he made a meal of me, tasting and teasing me. Finally, he slid a finger gently inside me and started to flick his tongue against my clit.
It was too much. I was too sensitive from all our earlier bed play.
I came hard, thrashing on the bench. He didn't stop until the tremors had faded to nothing. It was explosive.
He stood and I was face to face with 'it.' I licked my lips, staring hungrily at his cock. It was hard again. It was right in front of me.
I leaned forward and grabbed it, running my hands over it. Then my tongue. Then I pulled his member into my mouth and started to feast on him, as he had on me.
He grunted and braced his hands against the shower wall.
I wanted him again, but I wanted to make him come this way even more. The power of having him this way was it's own potent aphrodisiac. I twisted my head as I slid my mouth up and down his shaft. He tasted salty, even after the shower. That meant he was close.
One hand reached down to caress the soft skin of his pouch. The other gripped the wide base of his shaft. The water made it easy to slide my fisted hand up and down to meet my mouth as I took him as far as I could go.
I fluttered my tongue over the tip of his cock with each stroke. I forced my throat to relax, curious how deep I could go. I took him as far as I could but it was only halfway. He was that big.
That was all it took apparently.
With a roar he pulled his cock from my mouth and came. I watched the thick ropes of his cum splatter me. Covering my chest and belly.
He grimaced as he slumped against the shower wall.
"Jesus, Francesca..."
I smiled and stood up.
"Now you have to wash me again."
He grinned.
"With pleasure."
He was washing my front again, holding my back against his chest. He kissed my neck, his voice husky as he murmured love words.
"I will always take care of you Francesca."