Heavy Love(31)

My breathing hitches the instant Franco's hard body steps behind me.  Butterflies take flight within my belly, I haven't felt …  alive in so  long. His large hands begin to rub the thin cloth covering my arms. A  moan rips past my just parted lips as Franco's lips sweep across the  nape of my neck. Voice deep and velvety, Franco says, "You're cold."

"Mmmm," I sigh to the massage he's giving my shoulders. "I was, but I'm warming up nicely."

After a soft, fluttery kiss at my earlobe, Franco adds, "Good, let's get you nice and hot."

The undertones in his words hold weight, as if a preview of what is to  come. But the man who's usually boastful as ever, isn't commanding my  body like he did that fateful morning, a few days ago. Wrapping his arms  around my body from behind, Franco walks us toward the blankets. The  perpetual rush that moved us from the seashore to my bungalow is gone.  Either the nervousness I'm currently drowning in is all over my face or  he is just that attune with my body, because Franco's fingers entwine  with mine, he spins me around, pulling me close, and states, "Angelique,  I am going to love every inch of your body tonight. How does that  sound?"

With his eyes so alight with mischief and truth, I'm speechless. Franco  cups my face, brushing his thumb across my cheek. He kisses me deeply  and vigorously, tongue stroking mine until my lungs almost burst.  Instead of caving away due to a lack of oxygen, my energy explodes.  "Franco, I want you now."

"You want me now, beautiful?" He kisses my forehead while I enthusiastically plant kisses along the stubble of his jawline.

"Right now." My hands creep under Franco's shirt and up a fine line of  rugged abs. Since he's taller than I am, Franco helps me pull off his  shirt. Eyes locked on mine, he licks his lips while undoing his leather  belt, his khakis fall. I suppress a gulp, standing here like an idiot  since his thick erection is punching through boxer-briefs. My eyes are  hypnotized by just the firelight's glow on his tan, ripped body and I  can imagine his muscular body, and his thickness thrusting in and out of  me.

His chin juts upward. I step forward. "Angelique, we've got all night,  no rushing," Franco drops to his knees, his hands skimming up my thighs.  He slips my panties off. "I've already imagined just how good you are  going to taste, Jelly."

I cut my eyes at him for using the nickname, though a stickiness is  already brewing between my thighs. Franco hikes my thick, creamy brown  thigh over his shoulder. The tip of his nose presses against my clit, he  inhales deeply.         

     



 

"Damn, the perfect aroma." That sexy tone of his alternates from English  to Spanish and back again. I can't make out any of the words and I  determine that my brain wasn't meant to decipher the human language. His  hand clamps against my ass, when I sway on one leg.

Finally, Franco lowers me down to the cloud of blankets. He grabs my  breast, firm and massaging it while kissing a trail down my chest to my  stomach.

"Doll face, I know you taste so sweet." He leaves a trail along my  stomach, then grips my hips, pressing my legs wider. His face is between  my legs. His tongue traces my swollen, succulent, lower lips, before  flicking my honeyed core. Sweet, sharp waves of pleasure pulsate through  my body.

My legs soar into the sky, and begin to tremble at how delicate Franco  is loving my goodies. This is the most attentive, softest, incredible  feeling ever. There are a spray of stars twinkling above but my eyes  begin to cloud with tears.

"Oh my  …  my … " I gasp on the words, trying my damndest to grab Franco's  shoulders, hair, anything, and pull him back up to me. I need him like  air. But he continues to feast off my nether regions. His lips are  softer than feathers against my labia as his tongue dips inside of my  nectar. He's taking special care, and I sense, learning my body, because  he rubs my hips as my legs begin to shake.

"Fra …  Franco!" I scream his name as my toes curl under and my body bursts with delight.

Franco rises to his knees, his lips curved into a smile are glossed with my sugar.

He climbs back up. His lips are syrupy and wet as a soft, fluttery kiss against my mouth. "My Jelly," he murmurs.

"Your Jelly?" I grin, as he bestows me with kisses.

"Si, all mine." Then his mouth engulfs mine. Though his tongue is  peppered and seasoned with me, I allow his tongue to coil with my own.  The instinctive need to save people, the desire to provide good advice  and shed my heart to those in need, fades away. There are no more  self-centered Carlton's in the world whom snap their hands at waiters or  always have their mindset on something better, and unobtainable. I  determine that nothing in this world could ever matter more than this  moment.

My eyes squeeze shut, holding onto tears of joy. God, I wish this moment would last forever …





CHAPTER 23


Franco





MY COCK IS harder than it has ever been, but it's not fighting to rule.  It's learned the art of patience and understands the fruit of  anticipation. My tongue is soaked with Angelique's love and within her  thighs is an endless ocean, meant to be cherished by only me.

As Angelique tastes the desire she's has for me, I position myself  between her legs. My hand cups her soft, round cheek, and I deepen the  kiss farther, blossoming forth into her mouth to fill her mind with  nothing but desire. My hand palms her breast, thumb flickering over a  diamond-like bulb.

"Take me, Franco," the words are just about carried away by a soft,  salted breeze. I choose to ignore them. Angelique begins to grind her  pelvis into my waist, yet my hard cock has branded against her thigh.

"I need to feel you," she groans.

"Shhh," my breath scours her breasts. Angelique's body is perfect.  Somehow within my mind, I've rationalized that taking my time with her,  not fucking her too quickly, will make this last forever. I'll imprint  her with my version of happily ever after, meaning Angelique will be  mine. Mine, and mine only. And I will be hers.

But the sun must come up.

I tease her entrance with the head of my erection, instead of giving  Angelique exactly what she wants. But sure enough, exceeding the desires  of exactly what she needs. All of her curves, are just enough for all  of me, as I palm her hips and allow my dick to massage that tiny,  sensitive bulb of hers.

She bites her lips. She closes her eyes.

"Beautiful, I need you to see this." I tell her, and damn, I wish she  really could see the way my manhood fits perfectly against her flesh.

"Franco, give it to me!" Angelique's eyes pop open since I've yet to give her that ultimate satisfaction, my stimulation.

"Bueno, keep looking at me, doll face."

Her eyes are glossed with torture, desire and anticipation. No more  teasing, this time, my girth slides inside of the perfect fit. With each  stroke, I am deeper into her tightness. Gripping her voluptuous thigh, I  work my way further into her wetness. My hard, slick erection taking  her harder and pushing Angelique's body to the limit.

Her body tenses. Angelique's nails clutch against my biceps so harsh  that I know there'll be tiny gashes come morning. Those melodic moans  fizzle into a hiss and she screams my name while I tell my cock to just  be patient. I haven't yet begun to take Angelique to the point of  delirium, once that's done, I'm going to come so hard that I see  fireworks.         

     



 

I lay Angelique's gorgeous body atop of mine, allowing her to come down  from her high. She snuggles into my arms, then stifles a giggle. I scoop  her closer, we turn to our sides and watch the ocean for a while.

Then Angelique climbs onto her knees, straddling me. "Won't be any more  teasing me going down, Franco," She assures, pressing my chest until I  fall back onto the blankets with a smile.

"All right, your call," I chuckle, placing my hands behind my head, my  manhood soaring into the sky. Angelique's hips slide down, her juices  and tightness wrapping around my cock. From my vantage point, she has  the best breasts I've ever laid eyes on. They jiggle as she grinds up  and down. I delight in her tightness; it's as if her walls are gripping  my dick when she reaches over to kiss me. I stake claim to her ass.

She slaps my hands. "Tsk, Tsk, Franco. You aren't the shot caller anymore."

I laugh at her mischievousness, then reach up on my elbows, and Angelique gifts me with just one kiss. "That's all I get, si?"

"That's all you get, Franco," she smiles, hips rotating as she slides  down my shaft. For the moment, I'm content watching her face perspire in  ecstasy. And I realize how deep and how far I must take her to the  point of no return. Yes, her spot is a little the left. With that, I  grab Angelique's waist. In one scoop, she's beneath me and gasping.

"No fair."

"Si, it is fair." I grasp her left leg, position it over my shoulder,  and get ready to massage to the left and deep within her flower.