Coffee, please

Coffee, please [part 1 of 3]
By: Ms. Minx (minx665@yahoo.com)

Coffee, please

by Ms. Minx 9/14/08

The tea light votive candles encircled the swimming pool as invitingly as the sarong hugging her hips. Sparkles on the water's surface invited Vivian to come skinny dipping. Paolo would arrive in ten minutes so he said. You promise, she asked. Si.

Paolo must be psychic, Vivian thought, this is how he envisioned it. Candlelight shimmering with shadows dancing provocatively against her low cut one-piece white bathing suit and sarong. Should she meet him in the foyer, take his hand and lead him to the pool...would they even make it to the pool, she thought mischievously, twirling a strand of her curly reddish brown hair around her right forefinger.

That morning, after a late night to sunrise session, after a variety of positions solely designed to express their passion for each other; they finally rose, needing coffee, lots of coffee. At the neighborhood coffee bar, they ordered the large size. Paolo stood behind Vivian, hands on her waist, pulling her against him, what one would term a public display of affection for each other...more like a public display of erotica as he kissed behind her earlobe. As the machines hummed and whirred, he whispered in her ear the visions he had for that night...

She whimpered as her desire for him built again...standing in line waiting for their coffees. We'll have to take the coffees to go, she thought, or risk being arrested...

Outside, leaning against the building, hidden by some bushes, the coffees got colder as their bodies steamed up, with kisses, lots and lots of kisses...both wishing a cama was nearby...

Jolted from recent memories, Vivian lets go of the strand of hair, looking towards the open patio door, translucent curtains gently swaying with the wind. Ah, he's here. He saunters towards her, unbuttoning his shirt, seemingly undressing her as well. She feels moist. Can he tell? His caramel colored eyes smile as he stops within two inches from her. Not touching her...continues removing his shirt, his well worn jeans unzipped... She feels exposed in her bathing suit almost wishing to wrap the sarong tighter around her. His eyes never waver from her own so when his hand reaches under her sarong, tugging gently at the fabric covering her sweet zone, as he calls it, she moans softly. The low roar of a distant thunderstorm sounds and her breathing quickens. Then he says, you're wet...for me...I mean, you're waiting...for me... Both smile. With eyes still on each other, she places her hand inside his unzipped jeans, tugging him closer.

Then Paulo moves his other hand over hers, telling Vivian, no, me first. She sighs. She releases her hand from his jeans. He kneels in front of her, using one of his strong slightly calloused hands to pull the bathing suit fabric to the side that kept her sweet zone hidden from him.

She moans as his tongue lightly swirls around that sweet zone, feeling her wetness. As he's nibbling, licking, she places her hands in his thick black hair with tinges of gray mixed in. His mouth urgently sucking in her juices, inhaling deeply her scent mingled with the coconut lotion she's grown fond of smoothing all over her body. Gently, he continues as her moans and hands on his head urges him to go deeper...yes, yes...asi....like that...

She shudders....the thunderstorm with lightning seems closer as Paolo unwraps her sarong and it falls to the ground. The tea light votive candlelights flicker faster with the coming wind some extinguishing. His mouth still over her sweet zone as he asks, as if he didn't already know. Here? She moans in reply, her curls bouncing slightly with ever movement of her head and body. Cama... he murmurs. Yes, bed, yes. She nods as her fingers get lost in his hair, anticipating when he's inside her...soon...

He stands and leads her indoors...

I want you from behind. Yes, she knows, she learned that last night...what Paolo wants, his wishes. They so evenly matched hers. One of how many positions they tried last night then slumbered to reawaken with desires that only simmered down with each progressive climax culminating in eyelids barely registering the sunrise outside her bedroom windows...?

This is where they are now as he pulls back the white duvet...then turns to face her and pulls down her bathing suit straps, her Hawaii tan lines still visible. He kisses every exposed part of her body as he pulls off her suit, now he's whispering...all day I've wanted you...groaning inwardly with this need for you, like this...si...

Vivian bends over the edge of the bed, looking back over to see, feel his hands roaming all over her backside, caressing, then he inserts one finger in her sweet zone while his other hand cups her clit, rubbing it in between two fingers. She's moaning and swaying, her nerves heightened...waiting...

He lowers his jeans, white briefs, and she senses when he's naked...confirmed when he presses his erection against her...feeling his body heat. Asi...mmmmmmmm...his hands on her waist as he penetrates her sweet zone gently, insistently. Instinctively, she presses back into him, accommodating him inside her. Hands on her for balance, his moans and hers are the only sounds they hear...

She wants to hear him speak. Tell me, she says. She adores when he says what he's doing at that moment. He actually scoffed at her, disbelieving her when she finally revealed that she loves hearing his voice. It's slow and thick like molasses, dripping with anticipation...a whispered promise of intimacy. And here it is almost dawn and each drenched in mingled sweat. Now Vivian lies on her back among tousled bed sheets, legs spread open, an invitation for him. It isn't just the way he leans over her, arms outstretched at her sides, pinning her down, limiting her writhing, wriggling motions as every thrust brings them closer to that peak of losing control of being driven over that edge, yes, just...like....that...she feels the start of an orgasm. She pleads for him to suck her nipples, inhaling deep, knowing his mouth on her breasts will push her upwards towards him, grinding....reaching for ....that....very....spot....that makes her....stop.....

Breathe, he tells her. Paolo stops moving, eyes growing slightly wider with concern. Vivian exhales, then inhales like a drowning woman breaking through to the water's surface and exhales again long, excruciatingly hard just riding that last bit of orgasm through....she screams, never thinks to muffle it but with her body exploding, that's the only relief...

She opens her eyes and watches his face as he thrusts faster, harder filling her. He stops again.

Let's go, he says. Where, she asks? The office, he says so matter-of-factly. She can't think but says, there's no sofa. Grabbing her wrist, pulling her with him, he walks ahead to the next room. Why do we need a sofa? Here, he says, scattering the files off the desk. Aqui. He sits on the desk and pulls her towards him, his mouth eagerly moves from her face, neck to her nipples. She moans loudly, si, si, and her hips gyrate against him. She moans, I want to taste you. She licks the length of his erection and then his inner thighs too. She deep throats him, with slurping sounds of her saliva all over him just as he likes. His moans grow louder, intense. Ay...not so fast, I don't want to come yet.

He sits up, lifting her head and kisses her deeply, hungrily. Move here, I need to be inside you. They switch positions with her now laying on the desk. His fingers squeeze her clit and move downwards and she's so wet. He's always surprised by that...that she gushes as she calls it when she orgasms. Si... sounds like a long groan and she is literally on the edge...the edge of the desk, the edge of falling into bliss....she grips his hips harder, into her so his penetration causes him to clench his teeth and groan.

What turns you on? He had asked her that before, so long ago. Location, location, location she'd answered. He'd looked with his eyes squinting at her wanting to ask, wondering if he was supposed to know what that meant. Vivian had explained then, I like the thrill of almost getting caught in the act...of being somewhere that you wouldn't think of. That's a turn on for me.

What turns you on, Paolo asks again, now, urgently, thrusting so fiercely, trying to keep from climaxing. I don't want to talk she admonishes him....as she nears a second climax...ah, yes, yes she grunts while he clenches his face in that familiar look of release..... ah, yes.

Resting now, he leans his head on her breasts murmuring if she's alright. Alright? Yes, why? Vivian laughs as Paolo raises his head to look at her face. The desk must be hard, he says earnestly. They laugh momentarily together as he helps her slide off the desk and holds her hand walking back to her bedroom.