Sophisticated Ride

Eighteen - Camila

  "Oh god, yes!" I panted. This man had a very talented mouth.

"Not god babe, just Dante." He said between licking and sucking. I could feel him smile. He ran his hands all over my body, but payed special attention to my tits. He couldn't stop playing with them, kneading them, and pinching my nipples. God he made me feel so good. The pressure in my belly began to build and I couldn't hold it back much longer. He sucked my clit into his mouth and my orgasm hit me so hard I almost passed out.

"Fuck Camila, you have such an awesome body" He whispered. Then he pulled me to him and flipped us over so I was on top of him this time. "Come on baby, it's time for you to go for a ride, I wanna see those tits bouncing and feel that ass on my dick." Damn, I think I felt my pussy clench at his words. I still felt a little insecure about doing something like that, I hesitated. The idea of it was way hot, but the actuality of it, was another. What if I was too heavy? What if I didn't know how to do it? He felt me tense.

"Oh no way baby, I can see that little head of yours going places it shouldn't. Stop it. Don't think, just feel and let go." He raised his hips so I could feel his cock behind me. "Feel it? He wants inside, give him what he wants." He put a hand on my belly to push me down towards his cock.

I slid down, and ground my hips on him a little first. He moaned. I did it again and circled my hips. I lined myself up with him and grabbed his cock to guide him in me. I looked back up at him, and he nodded his head once and raised his brows as is to say, 'go on'. Could I really do this? I've never been on top. He thrusted a little into me, and that made any negative thoughts fly out of my head. Yes! I let myself fall all the way down on his cock. At this angle he was so much deeper. It was even more intense, I felt so full. I started off slow, trying to get a rhythm, and then built up, faster, and faster. "Oh! Dante! You're in so...deep! Baby! Yes!" I was getting loud and couldn't care who heard me. This was a whole new sensation and I wanted it to never end.

He leaned up and hugged me as I rode him. "Camila, yes baby, ride that dick. Show him who he belongs to," I adjusted my angle and it must have worked for him, "Ah! Yes! Just like that Cam, Oh fuck! I'm gonna come!" He reached down between us and started rubbing my clit. Fuck! That brought me to the edge. I felt my muscles contract around him. "Oh shit Cam!"

"Dante! I'm coming!" I felt the sudden rush of liquid. We came at the same time! There was so much it overflowed. Our chests were heaving trying to slow down. Oh my god, I could do this forever. I looked up at him and wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned in for a kiss.

"Mmm...you taste like sweat and something distinctly Dante." I whispered. I leaned forward so my body was flush against his.

"You like?" He grinned and squeezed me.

I nodded, "I like very much," I began to climb off him but he held me there. "Dante, I need a shower...I'm a dirty girl." I felt his cock stir. No way! He couldn't possibly go again, so soon? He thrusted up into me. Apparently he could. I giggled, "Again?"

"Fuck yeah babe, but we do need to get cleaned up, let's go to the shower...then we can get dirty all over again." He wiggled his eyebrows. Ay! This man!

I decided to not let him shower with me. I was still self conscious about my body. Plus, I knew we would not be getting clean if he joined me. After the shower, it was finally time for breakfast and I was starving. "Dante, can I cook for you?" I said from where I was sitting on the bed. He'd let me borrow some of his clothes. I was wearing one of his "small" t shirts that was still too big on me. And some old shorts he found from like high school, they definitely didn't fit him anymore.

He stopped with one leg into his sweatpants, "You would do that for me?" He genuinely looked surprised.

"Um, yeah, why not? I love cooking whenever I can," I shrugged and smiled.

"Oh yeah, banging body and she knows how to cook! I hit the lottery!" He thrust a fist in the air. I burst out laughing, he's so silly.

"Ok, but I'm making a Mexican breakfast, is that ok?" I began to walk out the bedroom and paused to look over my shoulder waiting for his answer.

"Mexican breakfast? Babe, what do you think my ma' fed me growing up?!" Hm, I'd never stopped to consider if he was Mexican or what kind of heritage he had. I mean he did look Mexican but his dad definitely was not Mexican. He looked European.

"Where are your parents from anyway? I'm 100% Mexican by the way." I turned to face him fully and leaned on the doorjamb.

"My mom was Mexican-American and Dad was born here but is of French descendancy." Huh, pretty cool.

"Ok, so huevos rancheros sound good?" I checked again.

"Hells yeah! But your man is extra hungry. He had a serious workout this morning." He thrusted his hips and circled them and smiled like a fool.

"Oh god stop! You're too much." I shook my head and went in search of the kitchen. I still couldn't get over how funny he could be. He was so different with me. At work he was all seriousness and hardly joked. I only ever saw him do that with Xander. With me, it seemed he let his true self out. I liked that, I liked that he felt he could be himself with me. No reservations.

When I found it, it was way nice. More than nice, it was a dream. It had all the newest appliances you needed. Still, it felt homey and not all clinical like you would expect from a bachelor. I wondered if he decorated himself or had someone do it for him? How had I'd missed this last night? Oh yeah...Well, it was really nice place. The kitchen had black countertops and everything was stainless steel. What stood out to me though was that he had pictures all over his fridge. There was friends and family all over it, and it made me happy for him. It made the kitchen feel more personal. I went to set the coffeemaker and decided to look around his living room while I waited for it. I could not function without caffeine.

His living room had dark brown leather couches. He even had a throw on the back of the big couch, perfect for cuddling. He WOULD have an enormous T.V., I shook my head. I saw he had a game system hooked up. There were old pictures all over the walls, one however, stood out. It was a big picture of who I assumed was his mom. She was gorgeous, I knew he missed her. I heard the coffeemaker stop and headed back to the kitchen.