Mi Carino by Sienna Mynx Page B

won’t hurt you, I have it under control.” He fastened his lips on hers, his tongue increasingly insistent, tangling with hers as his hands slipped to the band of her panty and began to tug them down her hips. He moved away, breaking the kiss. She lifted beneath him, her ass rising from the sheet so he could draw the panty further down. Moving past her garter stocking covered legs, the kind of stockings with the lace band at the top of her thighs that didn’t require a belt, he did away with the panty. Diego lifted one leg and removed her heeled pump. Then rolled the stocking down her thigh and off, it was torture. Marcella dug her nails into the sheets as he took his time and removed her other shoe and stocking, before returning to her. His lips came back to hers, insistent fingers slipping into the swollen folds of her core. She shuddered viciously as he probed, pushing his finger in and out of liquid heat, before inserting another. His thumb circled the burning nub of her clitoris and then stroked hard. She jerked and cried out against his mouth and darting tongue, flooding his hand with her essence.
     
     
     
    She rolled her hips and felt the head of his penis rub at the lips of her sex seeking entrance. “Diego, condom!” she said, again turning her face away from the kiss, and pushing her hand to his chest. Sure she wanted it; she needed it at this point. But she would not do it unless she protected herself. She didn’t know him. Not really.
     
    Diego grunted and said something in Spanish. Her heart sank. Was he the kind of man that would? Then she had him wrong. About to offer that they slow things down a bit, he reached over and moved to the side of the bed, grabbing his suit jacket.
     
    So he was the kind of man that carried condoms in his jacket pocket? Did he know he was going to get some? Of course he did. The arrogant…
     
    Marcella stop it. Just screw his brains out and send him out the door.
     
    She covered her face and willed herself to relax.
     
    “ Look at me.”
     
    She lowered her hands and looked at him. He smiled, and it drew her back in. “You do the honors.” He offered her the golden foil wrapper. Relief flooded her and she felt her doubts ease. Diego dropped on the bed and rolled to his back. Rising to her knees she ripped the foil packet open with her teeth and removed the sticky latex. With steady hands she rolled the ring down his shaft, his thickly veined penis filled it to the brim with several inches of him left uncovered. The feel of him so smooth, long, and strong in her hands made the heat build again. She never felt so aroused, so desired, so bold before in her life.
     
     “ Vení acá,” he said drawing her down to him. He kissed her forehead, then between her brow, then the point of her slender nose. He kissed one eye and it closed, then the other. He brushed his lips over her mouth. “Remember my promise to you?”
     
    “ That you will not hurt me. Yes.” She breathed.
     
    “ Then believe it. I want nothing from you, but to pleasure you. Let me show you.”
     
    His hands went down her cheeks to her neck and then her shoulders as he kissed her chin. He slipped them to her hips and pulled her up. Her knees parted on either side of him. He slid down the bed so that she was up on her knees facing the headboard and he was beneath her sex. Marcella’s mouth stretched open to a silent frozen gasp as her hands fell flat to the headboard.
     
    Then he grabbed her by the buttocks and situated her on his face. He thrust his tongue into her pussy. She squeezed her eyes shut and clamped her mouth closed. Every nerve ending in her body pooled down to that spot. His tongue eased out of her channel and did a flat swipe up her sex parting the lips of her vagina. She clenched her teeth hard and tried to stifle her sexual cry of enjoyment. But pleasure exploded between her thighs, making her vaginal walls tighten with violent spasms. And he kept going. Hot breath fanned her