"I don't want friendship. I want a relationship. I am a man. You're a woman. I want you" he insisted.
"But... I'm married" I replied in stunned amazement.
"I'm going to take you away from your husband" he stated with quiet calm assuredness, and with a finality that left no room for argument.
I melted.
When I say that I melted, I mean an intense wave of heat traveled throughout my body, starting at my groin, leaving me weak and tingly and panting. I'm sure he heard me gasp. I'm sure that he knew that he had me, right then.
I'll try to describe his voice to you. Rich timbre, smooth consonants, a heavy French accentuation of vowels. Sometimes he caresses you with a whispered "Are you sure?"
Other times his voice grows subtly hard, steel under velvet, like the Devil himself is holding out his hand for me to take it. I am in danger.
"Marcos..." I whisper, confused by my emotions.
"Don't call me that. Don't call me by my name. You only do that when you are angry with me" he objects.
"What am I supposed to call you?" I laugh.
"My Love, My Darling, My Heart" he instructs me.
I am at a loss.
"Do you love me?" he then asks.
The attraction is so strong, I whimper, and then cover my lips with my hand in embarrassment.
He chuckles low in his throat. "Do I make you... wet?" he whispers.
"Yessss" I reply weakly.
"Are you sure?" He whispers again.
"Yes, I'm sure" I moan.
"I want you to touch yourself" he commands quietly. "Touch your breasts. I want to suck on your breasts" he tells me. He commands me to remove my shirt, and then he says "Your nipples are so big, I want to suck on them."
I gently pinch my own nipples, following his commands, bringing them erect.
"I want you to touch your pussy" he then orders me, his accent drawing the last word out. "I'm going to suck on your pussy, and you are going to suck on my dick, so touch it. Touch it!" he hisses.
"Marcos" I gasp.
"Don't say my name" he scolds me vehemently.
"My.... My Love" I attempt hesitantly.
"Do you love me?" he asks, his voice so smooth.
At this moment, I love him more than I have ever loved another. My body is singing with sexual energy.
"I... I DO" I gasp breathily.
"Say it. Say you love me" he commands with that unbendable dominance.
"I love you" I breathe the words.
"Do you mean it?" He asks, his voice turned suddenly vulnerable.
"Yes" I reply, swallowing apprehension.
I can't believe I am saying this right now. Why do I want to please him so much? Love? Really? Does such a thing even exist in this world?
His short gasps, and his little groans are taking away my reason. I know he is pleasuring himself, the same time as me, and I find that so HOT.
"What do you love about me?" he asks, his voice sultry with lust.
"I love your voice" I confess. "It is so sexy. I can hear the danger in it, and the dominance. I feel that you are... powerful" I tell him.
