Coffee With Cream
By Delorita
I sat on my bed in my new home. I was uncertain. I was married now to Luis Antonio Vargas. A very rich man. Actually I promised Billy not to make love to that man -- I had other reasons to meet him. But now...after I saw Luis in person, met his warm glance from his wonderful eyes, saw him smile, felt his strong body while we danced the waltz...I was very unsure now. It was the morning after our wedding night (it wasn't a REAL wedding night; we both slept in our own rooms since we had only known each other several hours), and I couldn't sleep the whole night because my body longed for him already; only I did not want to admit it.
Determined, I get up, take the two coffee cups and get ready to go into his bedroom. I will see what is going to happen. I want this man. Want to know how he makes love. I'm sure he'll be very gentle. It would be good to have a tender lover for a while...hmm, those eyes, they are burning in my soul.
There is the door of his room, without hesitating I open it and enter the room. He just woke up. Oh my GOD -- does he look gorgeous with those curls and without his clothes. He's only wearing pyjama pants and an open bathrobe. I have to hold my breath. WHY didn't I come with him last evening ? I feel the strong temptation to put my hands onto his strong chest...to carress those chest hair with my fingertips.
'Soon Julia' I'm thinking, and watch him while I'm going to sit beside him on the bed 'He will melt in my hands the way he looks at me.'
But I'm aware I'm melting too. I want to be in that warmth of his bathrobe, close to his nipples which seem to tighten when his glance falls on me ( just as mine do). I want to be between those rumpled sheets which seem full of sweat from his hot dreams.
I know exactly what effect I have on men. But this man is different. HE has a VERY strong effect on ME. I must admit that. It doesn't matter anymore what Billy said -- maybe the money doesn't matter anymore either. I'm not sure about that. It only matters what my body wants. And that is that I want to share the bed with my husband right now. Immediately. I'm not able to wait one minute longer.
I pass him a cup of coffee, placing myself right beside him on the bed, reminding myself that I have to play a role. That I must behave like a virgin. How do I do this with this adorable man beside me ? When I stare at my coffee, pretending to be shy, I think that the color of the coffee exactly matches the color of his eyes...and then...
OH NO ! He asks since when I drink coffee !! Oh damnit !!! I hadn't expect that question! I didn't know that other woman liked tea more!
My thoughts are swirling around in a fever. I MUST GET the right answer !!! The closeness I have already won seems to slip away. But, well, I am an actress and , looking him straight in his coffee brown eyes, I tell that sweet innocent Luis a lie about my "sister"; that she read my letters. When I hear myself speak those words it seems a flimsy lie to me, but I can see he believes me !!! He doesn't want a long answer..I'm beside him again and accidentally lay my hand on his thigh and wait to see how he will react to my explanation AND my touch. I'm realy close to him again and can feel the warmth of his lap, smell his male body. A little sigh escapes my mouth. When I see an understanding smile from his sweet lips (which I'm longing to kiss !) I know I convinced him.
Suddenly I feel his arm around my waist, pulling me closer, and a glance down tells me everything else. The pyjama pants don't cover the all saying bulge very well. I'm so thrilled. PLEASE kiss me! my mind is begging. I'm holding back the urge to put both my hands on his errection since I have to give the performance of an innocent girl. I don't know how long I can resist to do what I REALLY want to do with him and his sensual, seducing body.
Somehow I can manage to put the coffee cup on the night table when he whispers, "You are so beautiful, Julia," and then comes the moment ...the sweetest moment of moments...he starts to kiss me. His mouth covers mine, his arms pull me closer, his tongue is begging my lips for entrance into my mouth. I open it but do not respond with my tongue, I must pretend I've never kissed someone like that before. But when I feel his tongue against mine -- warm, softly, wet and gentle -- I give the kiss back, let my tongue play with his, sucking a bit, stroking it; and start to explore his mouth while I press my body against his.
"Please be my man now, " I hear myself whisper. As though he waited for that invitation he starts to take of my bathrobe. Then he looks into my eyes and asks (and I notice that he's almost not able to speak for excitement), "Do you want it, really?"
I answer with a deep kiss and take his bathrobe off. My hands are all over him; his shoulders, his neck, his face, his back, his arms, his chest. I want to feel every one of his muscles which I only could guess at beneath his clothes.
"Oh Julia," he moans, his hands searching their way down my arms and back to my shoulders; hesitating a bit and then, finally, moving downwards again and touching my breasts. At first he carresses them tenderly as though he's afraid he would hurt me; but when I move myself against him, I notice how he slowly loses his control. He massages me harder, and when his thumbs are touching my errect nipples through the cloth of the nightgown, I give a deep sigh. Then I feel his fingers on my skin beneath the material. His kiss is so deep that I start to lose my mind. I can not think straight. I can only feel. His fingers on my nipples, his mouth on mine, his tongue searching for mine, again and again; a passionate wild kiss.
Together we take my night gown off and I lie down. "OH Julia, oh Julia," he whispers again and again between his hot kisses all over my body. His hand is faster then his mouth and reachs my pubic hair first. He stops and looks at me as though to ask for permission to touch it. His eyes, full of passion, tell me he does not want to stop there, as maybe a normal husband would do. I'm not able to say anything; I move my hips against his hand and let my own hand slip beneath his waistband, to caress his buttocks.
Quickly he takes the pants off and throws them away. " Oh yes," escapes my mouth when I see what the pants hid. ' Let me touch it" was my thought.
He is beside me again, continues to kiss me and massage me where he stopped before. My inner thighs, my pubic hair. I kiss him allover too. We are slick and sweaty, our minds lost. His cock rubs against my leg. My nether lips are swollen and wet, already ready for him. His fingertips are drawing nearer. I can't wait. I squirm and move til his fingertips cares me, and finally slip inside me.
"Oh Luis." I thrust myself hard against his hand. Oh what pleasure. A shudder comes up from my throbbing lust center. When his fingers leave, I feel his warm lips and tongue there and give a loud pleasureable cry because it was so unexpected and fantastic. But his mouth, after he made me shudder again, tiny tiny shudders, leaves me too. And I open my eyes since I want to look into his when he enters me.
His eyes are open too, full of lust and desire. He looks like he's in a fever, and I feel in a fever too. I never have had made love like this before. I can't take my hands away from him. And , unlike it is permissible for a woman to do, I take his cock into my hands. I must do it. I want to know how it feels. With one fingertip I caress the tip and the cleft in it. He throws his head back and gives a pleasurable cry too and I feel wetness on my finger.
"Julia, what are you doing to me?" he pants with a dreamlike smile. I open my legs as far as I can as an invitation. And he can't stop himself anymore. He enters me. Oh WHAT a pleasure to feel that hard strong cock coming inside, rubbing on the insides of my body. My inner muscles close around him, to hold him, massage him. I still caress his buttocks, his thighs. Oh sweet pleasure...he draws back, and slides into me again. Faster, more powerful, his eyes closed. I lift my hips ,move against him, then with him, we find our rhythm of love , kissing, eating each other up, moving, moaning .
Our bodies are one. I've never held someone more close to me. "My Luis, my Luis," with every of his thrusts these words escape me. My legs are tight against his hips as though I will never let him get away. And now we cannot move fast enough; I'm crying with unbelievable pleasure. My whole body is shuddering uncontrollably in his embrace. I never have had such a sweet feeling inside of me, so many orgasms. "Oh Julia, Julia, Ju...liaaaa..." His own release makes his body shudder too -- several times and strongly.
Then we collapse together on the sheets.
"We are married now, " he whispers, looking into my eyes again, his arms still around me, "and I'll love you until the end of my life."
"I love you," I can only whisper, not sure if it's really true. But I will never forget those coffee brown eyes and our first -- and maybe last -- lovemaking...
Index
I sat on my bed in my new home. I was uncertain. I was married now to Luis Antonio Vargas. A very rich man. Actually I promised Billy not to make love to that man -- I had other reasons to meet him. But now...after I saw Luis in person, met his warm glance from his wonderful eyes, saw him smile, felt his strong body while we danced the waltz...I was very unsure now. It was the morning after our wedding night (it wasn't a REAL wedding night; we both slept in our own rooms since we had only known each other several hours), and I couldn't sleep the whole night because my body longed for him already; only I did not want to admit it.
Determined, I get up, take the two coffee cups and get ready to go into his bedroom. I will see what is going to happen. I want this man. Want to know how he makes love. I'm sure he'll be very gentle. It would be good to have a tender lover for a while...hmm, those eyes, they are burning in my soul.
There is the door of his room, without hesitating I open it and enter the room. He just woke up. Oh my GOD -- does he look gorgeous with those curls and without his clothes. He's only wearing pyjama pants and an open bathrobe. I have to hold my breath. WHY didn't I come with him last evening ? I feel the strong temptation to put my hands onto his strong chest...to carress those chest hair with my fingertips.
'Soon Julia' I'm thinking, and watch him while I'm going to sit beside him on the bed 'He will melt in my hands the way he looks at me.'
But I'm aware I'm melting too. I want to be in that warmth of his bathrobe, close to his nipples which seem to tighten when his glance falls on me ( just as mine do). I want to be between those rumpled sheets which seem full of sweat from his hot dreams.
I know exactly what effect I have on men. But this man is different. HE has a VERY strong effect on ME. I must admit that. It doesn't matter anymore what Billy said -- maybe the money doesn't matter anymore either. I'm not sure about that. It only matters what my body wants. And that is that I want to share the bed with my husband right now. Immediately. I'm not able to wait one minute longer.
I pass him a cup of coffee, placing myself right beside him on the bed, reminding myself that I have to play a role. That I must behave like a virgin. How do I do this with this adorable man beside me ? When I stare at my coffee, pretending to be shy, I think that the color of the coffee exactly matches the color of his eyes...and then...
OH NO ! He asks since when I drink coffee !! Oh damnit !!! I hadn't expect that question! I didn't know that other woman liked tea more!
My thoughts are swirling around in a fever. I MUST GET the right answer !!! The closeness I have already won seems to slip away. But, well, I am an actress and , looking him straight in his coffee brown eyes, I tell that sweet innocent Luis a lie about my "sister"; that she read my letters. When I hear myself speak those words it seems a flimsy lie to me, but I can see he believes me !!! He doesn't want a long answer..I'm beside him again and accidentally lay my hand on his thigh and wait to see how he will react to my explanation AND my touch. I'm realy close to him again and can feel the warmth of his lap, smell his male body. A little sigh escapes my mouth. When I see an understanding smile from his sweet lips (which I'm longing to kiss !) I know I convinced him.
Suddenly I feel his arm around my waist, pulling me closer, and a glance down tells me everything else. The pyjama pants don't cover the all saying bulge very well. I'm so thrilled. PLEASE kiss me! my mind is begging. I'm holding back the urge to put both my hands on his errection since I have to give the performance of an innocent girl. I don't know how long I can resist to do what I REALLY want to do with him and his sensual, seducing body.
Somehow I can manage to put the coffee cup on the night table when he whispers, "You are so beautiful, Julia," and then comes the moment ...the sweetest moment of moments...he starts to kiss me. His mouth covers mine, his arms pull me closer, his tongue is begging my lips for entrance into my mouth. I open it but do not respond with my tongue, I must pretend I've never kissed someone like that before. But when I feel his tongue against mine -- warm, softly, wet and gentle -- I give the kiss back, let my tongue play with his, sucking a bit, stroking it; and start to explore his mouth while I press my body against his.
"Please be my man now, " I hear myself whisper. As though he waited for that invitation he starts to take of my bathrobe. Then he looks into my eyes and asks (and I notice that he's almost not able to speak for excitement), "Do you want it, really?"
I answer with a deep kiss and take his bathrobe off. My hands are all over him; his shoulders, his neck, his face, his back, his arms, his chest. I want to feel every one of his muscles which I only could guess at beneath his clothes.
"Oh Julia," he moans, his hands searching their way down my arms and back to my shoulders; hesitating a bit and then, finally, moving downwards again and touching my breasts. At first he carresses them tenderly as though he's afraid he would hurt me; but when I move myself against him, I notice how he slowly loses his control. He massages me harder, and when his thumbs are touching my errect nipples through the cloth of the nightgown, I give a deep sigh. Then I feel his fingers on my skin beneath the material. His kiss is so deep that I start to lose my mind. I can not think straight. I can only feel. His fingers on my nipples, his mouth on mine, his tongue searching for mine, again and again; a passionate wild kiss.
Together we take my night gown off and I lie down. "OH Julia, oh Julia," he whispers again and again between his hot kisses all over my body. His hand is faster then his mouth and reachs my pubic hair first. He stops and looks at me as though to ask for permission to touch it. His eyes, full of passion, tell me he does not want to stop there, as maybe a normal husband would do. I'm not able to say anything; I move my hips against his hand and let my own hand slip beneath his waistband, to caress his buttocks.
Quickly he takes the pants off and throws them away. " Oh yes," escapes my mouth when I see what the pants hid. ' Let me touch it" was my thought.
He is beside me again, continues to kiss me and massage me where he stopped before. My inner thighs, my pubic hair. I kiss him allover too. We are slick and sweaty, our minds lost. His cock rubs against my leg. My nether lips are swollen and wet, already ready for him. His fingertips are drawing nearer. I can't wait. I squirm and move til his fingertips cares me, and finally slip inside me.
"Oh Luis." I thrust myself hard against his hand. Oh what pleasure. A shudder comes up from my throbbing lust center. When his fingers leave, I feel his warm lips and tongue there and give a loud pleasureable cry because it was so unexpected and fantastic. But his mouth, after he made me shudder again, tiny tiny shudders, leaves me too. And I open my eyes since I want to look into his when he enters me.
His eyes are open too, full of lust and desire. He looks like he's in a fever, and I feel in a fever too. I never have had made love like this before. I can't take my hands away from him. And , unlike it is permissible for a woman to do, I take his cock into my hands. I must do it. I want to know how it feels. With one fingertip I caress the tip and the cleft in it. He throws his head back and gives a pleasurable cry too and I feel wetness on my finger.
"Julia, what are you doing to me?" he pants with a dreamlike smile. I open my legs as far as I can as an invitation. And he can't stop himself anymore. He enters me. Oh WHAT a pleasure to feel that hard strong cock coming inside, rubbing on the insides of my body. My inner muscles close around him, to hold him, massage him. I still caress his buttocks, his thighs. Oh sweet pleasure...he draws back, and slides into me again. Faster, more powerful, his eyes closed. I lift my hips ,move against him, then with him, we find our rhythm of love , kissing, eating each other up, moving, moaning .
Our bodies are one. I've never held someone more close to me. "My Luis, my Luis," with every of his thrusts these words escape me. My legs are tight against his hips as though I will never let him get away. And now we cannot move fast enough; I'm crying with unbelievable pleasure. My whole body is shuddering uncontrollably in his embrace. I never have had such a sweet feeling inside of me, so many orgasms. "Oh Julia, Julia, Ju...liaaaa..." His own release makes his body shudder too -- several times and strongly.
Then we collapse together on the sheets.
"We are married now, " he whispers, looking into my eyes again, his arms still around me, "and I'll love you until the end of my life."
"I love you," I can only whisper, not sure if it's really true. But I will never forget those coffee brown eyes and our first -- and maybe last -- lovemaking...
Index