Sensuality

Her hips slowly ceased their frantic pulsing as she came down from her orgasm. Eduardo moved next to her. She turned and looked at him. He leaned over and kissed her. She tasted herself on his mouth.

“Oh, Eduardo,” she whispered. “That was wonderful.”

“La pequeña muerte,” he said softly.

Gloria smiled. “What’s that?”

“You probably know it better as la petite mort, or so the French call it.”

“The little death. An orgasm. It sounds much more beautiful in French. And in Spanish.”

“Just as you are when you come, Gloria.”

She turned on her side and stroked his chest, her fingers trailing over the crisp black hairs. “I want to see you come, Eduardo. I want to see your pequeña muerte.”

He took her hand and put it around his erection. “Then touch me, mi mujer caliente. Touch me.

Gloria put both her hands around Eduardo’s cock. It hardened and lengthened as she stroked it. She slowly moved her palms up and down.

“Sí, Gloria, sí. Hmmm, sí, like that. Just like that.”

“I want to do more than this,” Gloria whispered.

She rose from the bed and knelt at the end of it. Eduardo looked at her and a smile spread across his face. He scooted down and sat on the edge so that Gloria’s head was between his thighs. She ran her hands up and down his legs. Then she lowered her head to his groin and kissed the tip of his cock. She licked softly at the salty sweetness of his pre-cum. She slid her tongue along the shaft and down to his balls, lightly kissing them both. Eduardo’s hips shivered and she heard him draw in a sharp breath.

Gloria smiled and drew each of the heavy balls into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them. Eduardo hissed between his teeth. Gloria released his balls and kissed her way back up the shaft, swiping her tongue across the hard heat. Reaching the bulbous head, she drew it into her mouth. She looked up at Eduardo and smiled at him with her eyes. He caressed her shoulders and returned her smile.

Continuing to gaze up at him, Gloria licked around the head of his cock. She reveled in the taste and feel and scent of his sex. As she watched the passion flood his face, her heart swelled with the knowledge she was giving him such pleasure. She slid her tongue around the head and drew it into her mouth.

Eduardo adjusted his hips, his hands on her head as the two of them worked together until all of his cock was deep in her mouth. She slowly pumped her mouth up and down, her tongue swirling around the thick heat of him.

His hands tightened around her head. “¡Dios! ¡Lo siente bien! Yes, faster, baby, faster!”

Gloria moved her mouth faster.

“¡Dios! I’m going to come! ¡Dios!”

She felt him try to pull away. She kept her mouth tight around his cock. A hot stream of liquid gushed down her throat. She moaned and moved her head faster.

Eduardo groaned. “¡Por favor, no pare! ¡No pare!”

She wasn’t sure what no pare meant, but she assumed he was telling her not to stop. She didn’t. Eduardo’s hips bucked hard around her head as he jetted his cum down her throat.

“¡Dios mío!” he shouted, then fell back on the bed.

Gloria crawled onto the bed and slid next to him. She kissed him, aware he was now tasting himself as she had tasted herself on his mouth. They kissed for a long time and nothing had ever felt more right to her. When they finally broke their kiss, she looked deep into his dark-chocolate eyes.

“I’ve been a fool,” she said.

Eduardo held up his hand and almost pinched the thumb and forefinger together. “Maybe just a little.”

“No, not just a little. If I hadn’t been so—”

“Stubborn,” he offered.

She smiled. “Yes, that, too. And afraid. If I hadn’t been so afraid—”

“I was afraid to get close to you, too, Gloria. And it made me strict and proud. I know that. So do not be so hard on yourself.”