Could You Be Loved?

"Tone," his nickname for her escaped as the softest whisper from his lips as their eyes met. She bit her lower lip as he pulled her into his arms again. Somehow she couldn't resist, she had to confess to herself that she didn't want to resist. She sank into his deep brown stare, those beautiful eyes, surrounded by his warm olive skin. He brought one hand up to her face and cupped her cheek, her eyes closing at the feel of his hand. She turned her face into his palm, planting a kiss in its center. He drew his other hand up to the back of her head, running his long fingers through her softly layered hair.

Vincent shifted his head down to hers as she turned hers upwards, cutting the distance between them into the smallest span of space. She could feel his breath on her lips for a moment before their lips touched again. She moaned against his lips as he gently gripped her head, drinking her in. Antonia raised her arms up, her hands heading to the back of his jeans and slid them into his back pockets.

Vincent growled in his throat, alternately stroking and tugging at Antonia's hair, deepening the kiss as he felt her body respond to his lips and hands. He nipped at her full lower lip, then sucked at the tender spot he had created. She tasted like the coffee she'd been drinking, earthy and sweet.

Antonia squeezed his ass, first gently and then more earnestly as her knees seemed to turn to liquid thanks to Vincent's gifted lips. He escalated the kissing further by licking the length of her lower lip, hearing yet another moan escape from her just before his tongue pressed forward into the velvet warmth of her mouth. Vincent nearly crushed her to his chest, as his hands slid down from her face and hair.

Antonia sucked on the tip of his tongue, her breathing becoming more erratic as their embrace pressed their bodies together from head to toe. She gasped and trembled as she felt the growing bulge in Vincent's jeans against her.

She softly bit his earlobe and whispered, "I can't stand... you're making my knees weak."

He kept her in his embrace as he stepped backwards towards the sofa. He gracefully sank heavily into the thick cushions and pulled her onto his lap, having her straddle his thighs, facing him. She rained soft kisses all over his caramel-colored skin, running her hands against the soft faded red t-shirt under his work shirt as she planted her knees on either side of his strong, lean thighs.

Vincent ran his hands up and down her arms, lightly scratching her sun-kissed skin, feeling the goose bumps making her shiver against him. He had nearly forgotten how much fun it was to touch someone and feel them react and respond to his caress. He was having a difficult time kissing her while he smiled at her reactions.

"Mmmmm... Tone... you've got such soft skin" Vincent murmured softly in her ear as he captured her hands in his own. He proceeded to slowly explore her neck. He kissed a trail down her neck along the length of one tendon. He held her hands to her sides as he kissed her shoulders, working back up her neck. She stiffened when he nuzzled the spot right above where shoulder and neck met.

He chuckled in a husky tone as he whispered into her ear, "I think I hit pay dirt."

He proceeded to run his closed lips across the sensitive skin under her ears. She gasped aloud when he began to nibble on her neck, her hips involuntarily pivoting against him. She threw her head back as a small shudder of pleasure coursed through her.

Only then did he latch on and begin to apply pressure.

She spoke hoarsely, "Vincent... stop... don't... I'm gonna... oooohhhhhh... Vin." He held her as still as he could while he licked the side of her neck, planting wet kisses along the length.

He grunted between licks and kisses, "I'm not... stopping... so get used to it."

He said nothing more as he held her close to his chest, their fingers laced together as he planted his warm full lips on the delicate cords in her neck. Antonia made a humming noise that sounded suspiciously like purring.

Antonia squirmed in his lap and he tightened his grip on her hands. She could feel her nipples puckering in response to what he was doing to her. That and the idea that he was only giving pleasure and not receiving. It was as though he couldn't concentrate on her if she was touching him. As much as she was enjoying the current stimulation, she couldn't help but think how much better it would feel to have his mouth on her breasts and to feel her hands running along his back, rubbing his bare skin.

Antonia's body tightened and shuddered as he continued to make love to her throat. Her begging words became incoherent babble as the impending climax released itself. "Ay, Vin... coño... ay, dios mio... uhhhn... ay, si!"

She slumped against his body as he freed her hands and hugged her tight, waiting for her body to recover.

She nuzzled her face in his neck, as she slowly caught her breath. "Wow... I forgot how sensitive my neck was."

He laughed huskily, "How could you forget something like that?! He brushed her hair away from her face as he gazed intently at her. "I don't intend on forgetting that choice piece of information." Vincent lifted her face from where she rested on his shoulder to kiss her softly.

She sighed as she raised her hands to idly rub his chest through his t-shirt, "Well, it's been a while. I guess I've put parts of my life on hold... like you have."

She raised her head to look into his eyes as she spoke, "Oh, Vincent... I don't care how cheesy it sounds... I want you so bad it hurts." She ground herself rather wantonly against the now ever-present stiffness in his jeans. Vincent smiled shamelessly as he pressed himself against her, feeling her shudder against his length. "I want you too... but this sofa isn't the place. Hang on." He held her by the waist as he stood up and she wrapped her legs around him as he maneuvered them towards her bedroom. She hung her arms around his neck and kissed him along the length of his bearded jawline.

Vincent maneuvered them onto the bed, his forearms taking most of his weight as Antonia scooted herself to the center of the bed. He laid his body full-length against her as she stroked his jean-clad legs with her bare calves, trying to reach his bare feet with her toes. He leaned down and kissed the valley between her breasts.

She stroked his neck with her fingers, caressing his back. He arched his back to meet the movements of her small hands. He had almost forgotten how good it felt to be touched. Vincent settled his dark glossy head of hair between her breasts, inhaling her scent. He rubbed his hands up and down the length of her short summer dress. He slid his hands past the hem to reach the smooth skin of her calves and proceeded to squeeze them gently as he kissed the skin along the neckline of her dress, her blissful sighs making him harder by the minute.

Antonia massaged Vincent's shoulders and arms, cradling his dusky head between her full breasts, feeling his warm breath caressing her skin, feeling the prickly hair from his beard graze against her. She kissed and licked the outer edge of his ear and nibbled on the lobe, feeling him shudder above her as his hands convulsed around her calves.

He blew warmly at the silky skin between her breasts, as his hands drifted slowly up her legs to undo the buttons of her dress. Antonia let her nails trace small tight circles on his back, sighing deeply as his lips kissed each newly uncovered patch of skin. Vincent pulled the dress open, letting the weight of the material part all on its own. He bent over to kiss Antonia's hot skin along the stretch of dark teal-green lace encasing her breasts.

Antonia was torn between pulling Vincent's face up towards hers to nibble on that lower lip of his, but what he was doing to do was quickly clouding her brain. He cupped both breasts gently in his hands to get used to the weight and lifted them slightly, pressing them together firmly. Slowly he lingered over to the left one, breathing hotly onto the skin before pressing his lips to it to kiss along the edge of the fabric. Delicately with his teeth, he tugged the cup down, to expose Antonia's nipple to his eager mouth.

Unhurriedly he traced the outline of the pink areola wetly, taking care to make it as slick as possible. Vincent then exhaled quickly to chill the newly wetted skin. Antonia clutched at his head as she gasped loudly from the sensation. He watched closely as the nipple darkened, filling with blood and tightening from his attention. He raised his gaze slightly higher to view Antonia's head slumped slightly to one side, her lips parted in another gasp of pleasure.

Returning his gaze to his work, he then kissed the taut nipple warmly and nursed it gently, flicking his tongue at the tip, up and down rapidly. Antonia's breath caught in her throat occasionally as she gasped more and more as the wetness of his tongue made her warm skin cool instantly.

She braced her hands against his shoulders, his touch making her sway back and forth. Not wanting to leave the right one feeling neglected, Vincent traced light circles around that nipple with his index finger. Sucking more firmly now, Vincent drew his head backwards and let the weight of Antonia's breast pull itself free of his lips. He returned his lips to her nipple and did it again. Antonia's body arched with the sensation of being played with between gravity and Vincent's sensuous lips.

As she lay beneath him, she brushed her closed thighs against his front, purring like a kitten as his lips and tongue played on her breasts, making her nipples stiffen to a degree she never thought possible. It was pleasure almost to the point of discomfort. Her body was aching from his attention.

She couldn't remember the last time she'd made love and frivolously wondered the same about Vincent. Once again, his attentions brought her mind into a cloud of pleasure from which there was no escape... everywhere she turned, the cloud, heavy with presence, weighty with pleasure... the cloud rested upon her limbs like a physical essence.

Before turning his interest to the right nipple, he slid his hands behind Antonia's back and unclasped her bra. Once she raised her arms to remove the bra, he slid her out of her dress as well. He then bent his head down and licked the valley between her breasts, softly nibbling on the underside of each breast for a moment, before quickly nursing the right nipple, unable to wait any longer, needing to feel the soft bud harden into a pebble on his tongue like he had done with the left one.

Placing one leg between hers, he offered her a place to squirm against. Antonia flexed her legs open and embraced Vincent's broad thigh between her own, hissing at the sensation of his body-heat against her hot center.

Sucking gently on the right nipple, he hummed as his tongue met her flesh, sending vibrations from him through her. Antonia's body shuddered as she slid her hands up from Vincent's shoulders into his hair, to bring his face up to hers.

She softly brushed her cheek against his beard, sliding herself up close to him, running her tongue along where his lips met one another, tasting him, tasting her own skin on his lips.

They both moaned into one another, their tongues sparring sensuously with one another. Vincent returned the kiss softly, slipping his arms under and around Antonio's waist. He pivoted his body and rolled them both over, so that now Antonia was on top of his body. He ran his nails along her bare back and down over her cheeks, running his large hands up and over her round ass again and again.

Antonia sucked on his tongue, tracing long thin lines along its length with her own, as she pressed herself firmly against him. Deepening the kiss along with their embrace, she cradled his head with one hand and pulled on his shirt with the other.

She moaned into his mouth, getting more and more aroused by his strong hands on her rump, caressing her, his fingers tugging at the lacy obstacle. She nibbled on his lower lip as she rocked against his strong, lean legs, knowing that he could feel her moist heat through her panties. She was certain she was leaving a slight trail of proof of what he was doing to her

Antonia ran her hands up the sides of Vincent's body, tugging the t-shirt out from his jeans and slipping her hands under the fabric, against his bare skin, feeling his muscles shift and flex under her hands. His beautiful olive skin was like velvet, with a small trail of dark coarse hair leading downwards from his navel into his jeans. He sat up slightly to help her remove his work shirt and t-shirt.

He ran his fingers up her bare back and into her hair pulling on it just firmly enough to make her head roll back. Now, with her neck exposed, he ran his teeth along the length of her neck and sucked firmly. She hissed and arched her back, brushing her breasts against his bare chest, feeling skin against skin. She could feel her nipples pebbling from the sensations from his lips on her neck.

Vincent took one hand and placing it between them searched for the warm spot on her panties, sliding up and in past the lace, to feel her wetness unhampered. She gasped and sighed as she felt his hand working its way between them, she leaned towards him to kiss him fervently on those invitingly full lips of his.

Vincent moaned wantonly when he found short trimmed fur between her thighs and began gently rubbing the soft, nearly bare skin there. Her entire body in sync against his, her pelvis gently rocked against his hand, as his lips rested against her neck, nibbling softly. He removed his lips from her neck momentarily and took his time to suck on his moistened index finger and taste her.

Antonia smile lazily at him as she watched him taste her. She slid her own hand down, reaching for him. As rigid as he could be. Skin feeling taut to the touch as if it couldn't get any harder. He inhaled deeply as he felt the touch of her hand along the length of his cock. His hips slid forward to meet her caress. She grasped him gently first, running her fingers along his rigidness, tracing the shape of the tip with one finger, feeling his blood pulsing, feeling his body heat even through the thick denim.

Vincent groaned deeply, almost a growl, as he lay back and let her feel his excitement trying to rise to the occasion in spite of its confinement. He reached out and took a firm hold of both breasts in his hands, content to cradle them while she felt his hardness, trying to control his eagerness and slow himself down.

Antonia made her grip on him tighten slightly. She then loosened it, stroking his length, feeling his skin shift as she ran her small hand over him again and again. He gently massaged her breasts, not simply concentrating on the nipples, watching closely as they continued to please him, knowing how sensitive they were to his tongue and his touch.

Antonia moaned as she continued to stroke Vincent, making him harder still as she rocked her body closer to his, gasping when he caressed the sensitive undersides of her breasts. "Oh... Vin... I'm so..."

Vincent slid his hands around Antonia's waist and flipped them over together, with him now on top. She felt his girth stiffening further, as they moved with him atop her. He eased her backwards onto the bed. Spreading her legs wide, he hovered over her, casting a dark shadow onto her body. Bending down, he whispered huskily in her ear, "Would you like to feel what my tongue can do somewhere else besides your neck?"

She gasped as her weakening legs were forced to use different muscles from their previous position, looking up at him, begging him to close the gap between them with her eyes. She hissed a wanton "God, yes!" into his own ear as she undulated under him, prompting him. He raised himself off Antonia and shimmied her stretch lace panties down her full hips and along her shapely legs.

Vincent whispered roughly, "I cannot hear you, love." His fingers glided slowly between her lower lips rubbing them gently as she cried aloud. He smiled to himself as he began kissing down her stomach slowly, down past her navel. She rubbed her legs together around his fingers, trying to attain whatever friction she could, whimpering loudly in delicious frustration. Vincent kissed each side of her thighs, careful not to kiss any of the petals of the flower in her center until he was ready. He felt for both her hands and brought them down there with him. His breath was directly centered on her and she could feel it when he inhaled and exhaled. He took Antonia's hands and placed them on each side of her pussy. One long lick between them reminded him of the small taste he'd had moments ago.

"Ay dios, I LOVE that, feeling my hands held in yours, feeling you place them... ohhh... on me... where you... mmmmm... want them." Antonia's voice cracked with desire and need.

Vincent murmured, "Now spread your flower for me so I can see the bud." Antonia used both her index fingers to gently separate her outer lips, letting him see the smaller folds deeper inside, sighing as she opened herself for him, feeling his heated breath on her tender skin.

He pressed his face to her center and surrounded himself with her moisture, making sure he gorged himself on her, snaking his tongue inside her. Vincent gently pumped her core with his tongue for all the wetness he could swallow. He hummed as his tongue trailed inside her, sending vibrations all over the inner walls of her cunt. His hands gently glided up Antonia's sides and gently pinched her nipples as he licked deeper.

She held herself apart for him, feeling his hot breath and tongue pressing deep into her, she gasped aloud as he hummed against the hot liquid center of her pussy. He snaked his tongue north and found her clit and sucked it gently, loving the slickness he had created for it, his tongue sliding over it effortlessly. Antonia arched against his face, pushing her hot moist slit against his tongue, her little pearl of nerves throbbing against the silky wet roughness of his tongue.

He spoke to her pussy like a parent scolding a child, "I am not going to let you have me until you cum... so you are going to have to give me what I want." Vincent then leaned forward again, reclaiming her clit and bobbed up and down on it sucking gently, smoothly. With the bud held in place by suction, he moved his head back and forth tugging playfully.

He removed his lips and sucked gently on one of her fingers that was keeping her sex open for him. Antonia moved his hands down her thighs so he could pull her against his ruthless tongue, as she caressed his head, wiping the sweat from his efforts to please her, her other hand came up to her own face so she could stifle her loudening gasps.

Vincent pulled her hand down, saying gruffly, "I want to hear you." He delved deeper downward sucking gently on the delicate folds of skin. Antonia raised her head and looked down to where his handsomely tan face was flanked by her thighs and said, "Don't stop, hold my hands... I'm so close..."

Holding her hands firmly, he said softly, "Then give me what I want." He slid his tongue deeply between her thighs and up and around her clit, and began to suck rhythmically.

"Oh God," she could feel that tell-tale tingle, his tongue on that tender piece of flesh, as she rocked her hips against his skilled lips and tongue. He sensed her orgasm beginning to crest, so he continued licking at the hot flesh before him, holding her hands and tugging on them gently. She could practically feel her essence bubbling out of her from everything his tongue and lips were doing to her.

With his tongue trailing between her folds, back and forth, she peaked, feeling the edge approaching her faster and faster. His few final kisses and nuzzles pushed her over, her head rocking from side to side, "Ay, dios mio... si... ay, que bueno!" [Oh my god... yes... ohh, so good!]