Mi Carino by Sienna Mynx

his stare.
     
    A dark secretive smile formed on his lips. “Show me.”
     
    Without question she turned and did as he asked. Diego caught her hand to slow her. She cast her gaze over her shoulder. Her hand slipped into his and she led the way. Unprepared for a visitor she grimaced at her unmade bed. Thankfully her room was darker so it didn’t highlight her untidiness. The windows all had the draperies drawn. Ginger lay on her bed, and lifted her head. The feline hopped down and slipped out. Marcella let go of his hand. “My bed’s usually made. The sheets are fresh though I changed the linen last night.” She gave a nervous chuckle.
     
    Diego closed the door.
     
    “ I want you to know I’m not in the habit of doing things like this.”
     
    He stepped from the door toward her.
     
    “ We’re consenting adults, my friend thinks I need some kind of affair, um, a date…to date again. So I’m um…I’m willing to date.”
     
    “ You talk a lot when you are nervous Marcella. I’m going to enjoy you,” he said again.
     
    That was a relief because she felt like a rambling idiot. At least he was polite enough to not call her one. She closed her shirt over her nudity out of reflex.
     
    “ Don’t,” he said.
     
    Marcella hadn’t realized what she had done. Even stranger, she obeyed. Her hands fell away. She blushed and dropped her eyes, she couldn’t think looking into his. He was before her now. His hands rested gently on her shoulders then he turned her away from him. She looked up with a jerky breath. The sight of the two of them reflected off the mirror above her dresser, it was surprisingly erotic. She was half naked and trembling with anticipation, nothing but her opened blouse and a wisp of her lacy underwear covering her dark nipples and the crest of her sex. He was tall, imposing, fully clothed and completely in control behind her.  
     
    Strong hands peeled away her shirt. The material left her skin and a layer of her inhibitions dropped away. His hands then cupped her breasts. The muscles in her stomach clenched. His thumbs stroked the sensitive skin of her hard peaks, and she would swear to anyone who asked, that at that point it was over. The attraction between them was beyond recovering, she would go the distance, physically and hopefully emotionally.
     
    Marcella swallowed.
     
    His fingers moved away, to the back of her bra, and it was unclamped. The cups loosened and fell away. She didn’t have large breasts, they were quite petite, but they were firm and perky and she was certain that men found them attractive.
     
    Their eyes met in the mirrored glass and she knew for certain, he found them attractive.
     
    “ You’re exquisite.” He breathed.
     
    She made to turn, wanting to touch him but wasn’t allowed. “Look at yourself.” He held one breast and her neck so she could remain against him. It was hard to look her self in the eye when he fondled her nipple the way he did, but she managed. “I see you.”
     
    What did he mean? If he truly saw her then he knew how nervous, yet turned on she was. That wasn’t a bad thing. Soon his hand began to stroke her neck slowly. He gave what could only be made out as a chuckle in her ear, as he ran his finger over her lip. “Do you see me?” He then brushed his lips across her cheek.
     
     “ Yes.” She answered though the words barely escaped. She cleared her throat. “What are you doing?”
     
      Diego nuzzled his nose in her ear, his breath feathering her cheek.
     
    “ I want you, now, please.” She said in the sexiest voice she could summon. Enough of his games, she needed more. His hand travelled down from her breasts over her abdomen. “Spread your feet.” He told her as his hand travelled lower. She did and he had full access to her. He palmed her pussy, his middle finger rubbing at her covered slit.
     
    “ I am going to lick this pussy dry,” he groaned.
     
    She attempted to turn her head to look at him over her