But Ana Isabel was more. More than a casual lustful passing. She was an incredible woman who deserved more than I could offer. An amazing woman, with a tangled life, waiting for the man who was worthy of her.
I knew I wasn’t that man.
And yet. Here I was, after what we’d been through with each other, openly going to her home, suspecting that perhaps tonight, the rules might not be as stringent. For once, I pondered the consequences, and my own intentions.
If I had any doubts about her intentions, they were somewhat mollified when her hand reached between my legs, stroking my burgeoning hardness. Damn. What was I doing there? With her, of all people? Her hand kept up its teasing, and I just leaned back and closed my eyes, enjoying her attention.
I felt the car slow in front of her house, pulling into the driveway. We were at the edge of town, but the houses were still closely packed together. They looked old, but then again, so did so much of this beautiful country. I entered the building behind her, wondering what I’d find.
The house reeked of old wealth. The furniture all looked to be antique, and dozens of paintings were plastered across the walls. It was spacious, with high ceilings, and open rooms, but I didn’t have much opportunity to observe more. Ana Isabel took me by the hand and led me down a hall, directly to her bedroom. She closed the door behind us.
She turned, but any words she might have had for me were interrupted when my lips hungrily met hers.
She fell into my arms eagerly, letting me kiss her, nearly devouring her. I reached behind her and unzipped her dress which she allowed to drop to the floor, leaving her dressed in the sexiest of underwear, all lace and frills, barely covering her, and mostly see through. That and her jewelry. When she reached behind her neck to remove the necklace I stopped her.
“Leave it. It’s almost as beautiful as you.”
She smiled, lowering her arms. Then she was back in my grasp kissing me fiercely, while my hands massaged her ass, squeezing her. I ran my hands over her body, still enthralled by her soft skin and sexy form.
My need was upon me, and I carried her to the bed, laying her in the middle, then moved down between her legs. I kissed her and licked her, touching her thighs and all around the edges of those sexy panties. I rubbed her through the material, running my tongue between her legs, pushing the thin fabric into her. I rolled the panties down her hips, slowly exposing her to my view. No warnings about boundaries and rules this time, she lifted her legs allowing me to pull them down to her ankles.
I pulled her panties off and settled in, making love to her sweet pussy, inhaling her fragrance, exploring her all over again, learning her feel, her sensitivities. She allowed me free rein, and I worked to pleasure her, taking my time, enjoying the moment. In this I was successful, eventually making her cry out for me. She pulled away and took off her bra, exposing her sweet small breasts, capped with the most delightful dark areola and perky nipples.
“Take off those stupid clothes,” she snapped at me, tossing her bra at me.
“You do it.”
She was a tiger, leaping off the bed and tearing my shirt off, and yanking my pants down to my ankles, boxers and all. She leaned over and took me in her mouth, quickly pressing forward, taking most of my length on her first attempt. Unlike our previous, constrained activities, she went after me with complete abandon. She sucked me aggressively, then suddenly stood up and pulled me to the bed, stumbling, kicking off the clothing around my ankles. She fell back upon the mattress, scooting up. I looked down at her glorious form, naked except for the necklace which glittered against her flesh.
She leaned back in the bed, parting her legs. I followed quickly, poised between her tender thighs.
“It’s a night for celebration I think. For our project, and for my freedom,” she said.
I opened her legs and pressed my cockhead against her. “A great night for celebration,” I told her smiling.
“Mmmm. Celebrate me, Jack. No more rules.”
I took her quickly, sinking deep within her. The feeling was exquisite; all I’d hoped and dreamt of each time she’d turned me away. My deep penetration wrested a groan from her, which was accentuated when I slowly pulled back and thrust into her again. After just a few strokes, I was completely ensconced in her warm nether embrace.
Withdrawing, I played with her, diddling her, corkscrewing my hips, exploring her depths. How long had it been for her? She was tight and squeezed me as I penetrated her repeatedly. I loved the playful feel, but I couldn’t resist taking her for real.
I opened her legs wide and fucked her hard. The long night of dining and dancing was like hours of foreplay, and I wanted her so bad I could taste it. All the nights of coming so close to this, and leaving frustrated. I had to have her, hard and fast. Take her; make my claim against her, in the most elemental of ways.
She was quiet, moaning softly, but seemed to enjoy it as much as I.
I pounded her, driving her into the bed, filling her thoroughly. I wanted her to come for me. I needed to feel her surrender. Leaning over her, I grabbed her shoulders, pulling her against me, slamming into her as hard as I could. Again, and again, and again.
I couldn’t think straight. I felt my arms trembling, holding me up, while my hips pistoned away. I stared into her eyes, and watched those dark orbs glisten, as her soft moans took on a new intensity. She gasped softly, when I grabbed her necklace, twisting it and pulling it tight against her neck. Her head leaned back, her eyes rolling back in her head, and she grabbed my wrists in her hands, tugging, until my hands wrapped around her slender neck, squeezing gently.
“Jack!” she cried out, and I felt her body react underneath mine, thrusting back hard. It was what I’d sought, and I released her throat, reaching behind her neck and tugging her head forward while I achieved my own desperately needed release.
I groaned as I flooded her insides, coming in waves, pushing deep, forcing myself as far into her as possible. I kept at it, even after I knew there was nothing left for me to shoot.
Sitting upright, I held her thighs in my hands, parting her legs, and gently continued screwing her, easily, concentrating on the feeling between my legs, willing myself to stay hard. I closed my eyes, moving my cock just a few inches back and forth, until I could feel the stiffness return, becoming firmer. With the return of my hardness, I could withdraw all the way. I looked down where my cum-coated cock was resting just outside of her, and slowly pushed back in, repeating the action, until I was certain there was no chance of my trouser buddy failing me.
I looked up to see her watching me, a tender smile on her face.
“That was incredible, Jack,” she sighed, stretching her arms out over her head. She pulled her hands down, and rubbed her neck, where I could see a red line where her necklace had bit into the skin. She lifted it and looked at it.
“I’ll never be able to wear my grandmother’s necklace without thinking of you.”
I slid into her to the hilt, and leaned over her again, my lips seeking out hers. The kiss was soft and intimate, not the aggressive need we’d shown earlier. She relaxed beneath me, opening her mouth wide, and surrendering completely until I was sated with her generous mouth.
“Are you always like that? So fierce?” she asked when I moved my lips down to her soft neck.
“No. Not like that. I just had to have you, I couldn’t help myself.”
“You’ve had me now. Happy?”
“Beyond words.”
She pulled my head up and kissed me softly. “Me too.”
From there we were much more carefree in the bed. We changed positions often, experimenting and playing around, and when I could get her to come, I could barely tell. She moaned so softly, breaking into Spanish, telling when she was on the verge, encouraging me.
My prim and proper Major was fun to have, and beautiful to watch when she rode me. Watching her body move above mine, seeing that emblem of her status bouncing off her bounteous breasts, dropping down to rest on my chest when leaned over for a kiss. It was cool against my skin.
We spent hours in that bed, while I learned every inch of her patrician body. I lost track of my own orgasms, never wishing to stop. And the lovely Ana Isabel was always game to help me get ready for continued love play. Her teasing mouth was a wonder, practiced and patient, willing to work to get her way.
We took a few breaks along the way, but never for long. Lying beside her I couldn’t keep my hands of that body, and when I couldn’t stand the inaction, she accepted me willingly.
I could sense she was releasing herself in ways she’d been denied for far too long. I was ecstatic to be the instrument of her release.