Sensuality

“That’s none of your business, Mickey.”

“Maybe you’re the one doing the porn flicks, huh?” He laughed.

“Why do you even care? You’ve got your new girl; she’s right downstairs. Bother her. Leave me alone,” she said as she squeezed by him and grabbed for the doorknob.

“Wait,” Miguel protested, grabbing her around the waist. “You get the shits done for Alex and won’t even let me take a look, huh? Is that how it is now?”

Miguel pressed his hardened love stick against Ebony’s derriere and felt her body quiver. It seemed natural and right as he rubbed against her, his hands on her stomach, his tongue tickling her neck and earlobes. He shifted her body to face the mirror and she let the halter top drop.

“Damn!” Miguel whispered in her ear as he viewed the reflection of her large milk-chocolate breasts in the mirror. “They’re beautiful,” he murmured as he traced her dark areolas with his fingertips, then fondled and caressed her dark nipples into hard peaks. She moaned out loud, despite her obvious attempt to remain silent as he slipped his hand between her open thighs and tickled the creamy wet spot in her panties. She pressed back against him, opening her legs wider, giving him the access he wanted. He moved the warm, slick material to the side and began to slowly strum her clit.

“Please, don’t. Don’t Mickey…” She pleaded as she instinctively began to grind her ass against his hardened cock while he paid homage to her pussy.

He groaned in her ear between kisses to her neck and shoulders. “Yesss, yes, ay, Mami, that’s it. You know what I like.”

Ebony’s back stiffened as she pulled away, hissing, “You didn’t think I knew three months ago. Then, Kelly knew what you liked. I was just in the way.”

But Miguel was quick and grabbed her by the waist again, not allowing even an inch of space to open up between them.

“C’mon, don’t be mad, baby,” he crooned in her ear, as his hands slid downward to grip her hips. “I made a mistake. You know I love you, don’t you, Bonni?” he asked as he held her body close to him, moving gently from side to side. “It’s fucking torture to see you with Alex. I can’t stand to see another man touch you. You know that.” He murmured in her ear as his hands slid forward, caressing her stomach.

“You know this is how it’s supposed to be,” he said as he raised the hem of her dress and slid his hand into her panties before slipping a finger inside her.

Miguel stood swaying in time with his “ex,” dancing a slow rhythm with her pussy. His finger entered her, retreating then circling her clit, repeating the cycle again and again until her legs became weak, all the while whispering and moaning, “Te quiero, Mami. Sabes que te quiero.”

She relinquished control to Miguel, letting her body rest against him. In the mirror, their eyes locked, but only for a moment before her brown eyes fluttered closed. There. He had seen it…only a fleeting glance, but it was there…Ebony seeing him as the man he used to be…a thoughtful and tender lover, not the man who told her that he wasn’t in love with her, or the man who let her walk away without so much as a good-bye. That cruel, insensitive man was Kelly’s lover. Remorse for what he had done to Ebony began to surface, but he suppressed it and held her tighter.

“You believe me, don’t you, Bonni? It’s just you and me…like it used to be, solamente nosotros, mi corazón,” he said as he massaged her mound until his fingers were coated with her honey.

“Don’t do this to me, Mickey. You know you don’t mean it,” she pleaded.

“You know I could never love anyone the way I love you, Bonni. Te juro que sí. Dime que sí sabes que es la verdad,” he whispered, softly kissing her face and neck.

Ebony turned and threw her arms around him and held him tight, almost as if her life depended on never letting go. She slipped her hands inside the smooth silk of his shirt and ran her fingers down his well-defined abdominals toward the waistband of his pants. She dropped to her knees as his shirt fell from his shoulders and rested her forehead against the thick rod jutting from his groin, then her fingers quickly unbuckled and unzipped him. Miguel slowly licked her cream from his fingers, taking his time, anticipating the moment when she would caress and pleasure him.

Clear, thick fluid dripped over her fingers as she gripped the base of his cock and began to squeeze and stroke him. “Ahhh, sí, Mami,” he moaned, moving his hips in time with her hand’s up and down motion.

“Mmmm, you’re gonna make me cum, Bonni,” he groaned.

“That’s the idea,” she cooed seductively.

“Yeah, but not here,” he said, abruptly grasping her hand.

Miguel opened the door, pulled Ebony to her feet and led her into the adjoining bedroom.

When they reached the center of the room, Miguel stepped out of his pants and briefs, then reclined on the bed, his stiff cock stretching skyward like a glistening, caramel missile. He turned onto his side and watched hungrily as Ebony walked around to the midd

le of the floor in front of him. Her hips gyrated an intimate seduction in time with the music that wafted in from outside. Ebony had never been in the business but she danced like a stripper. He had always taken her little private shows for granted until he realized that most men’s women weren’t quite that talented. With Kelly as his new woman, he had joined the ranks of most men.

“Slow,” Mickey panted, squeezing his erection anxiously. Ebony slowed her routine, exaggerating every movement. She rolled her hips and displayed the chocolate brown orbs of her ass bending forward in a motion so sinuous and deliberate that it drove him wild. When she leaned toward him, hugging her smooth breasts, her nipples just barely brushing his lips, he was certain he would pop. Every lick of her lips, the sultry look in her eyes, brought him closer to the edge and easily suppressed any guilt he originally felt for making off with the woman his best friend brought to the party. He was justified in his mind. He rationalized that Alex would only use her, while he really loved Ebony and needed to be with her.

“Venga, come here, baby,” he said, stretching his hand toward her. “Let Papi look at you.”

Ebony hesitantly moved onto the edge of the bed.

“Come on.” He grinned and gently pulled at her arm, coaxing her to lie beside him on her back. He didn’t touch her right away. He looked at her. It really did seem so natural to have her there. His eyes were again drawn to her breasts, which were even lovelier as she lay there. He carefully straddled her hips and she giggled as he leaned over and slowly suckled on her nipples, licking the smooth skin of her breasts and the medallions of her areolas. He watched the amusement on her face as he touched, fondled, marveled, ooohed, and ahhhed over her breasts.

“You really are such a big titty-baby, aren’t you, Mickey?” She grinned.