Coyoacan Mi Amor Ch. 03

Dan's kisses moved from side to side. He pushed the straps off her shoulders so the teddy floated around her waist, her breasts free and pointing to the slow revolving ceiling fan. Dios mio, she thought, how many tongues does he have? His fingers and tongue blurred on her breasts and nipples and the smooth skin over her ribcage, licking, touching, pulling, teeth exquisitely clasping her nipples. From somewhere unseen his hand rotated on her stomach, around her belly button, sliding slow and low toward the wispy panties.

She opened her eyes. The fan rotated above them, like Dan's tongue, steady unrelenting circles. Every turn of the fan brought a jolt to Dafna; a lick on her nipple, his hand covering the front of her panties, a finger pressing, teasing, between her pussy lips, another finger tracing the ripe mound peeking outside the panties. Another turn, another moan.

"Dan, Dan, don't stop," she moaned. "My tetas are on fire, your fingers on my chocho are the best, just the best."

"I'm just getting started, my love," said Dan. He moved over and kissed her lips. His weight fell on her. Through her haze Dafna felt his body like his kisses: a steady, filling male force that opened her arms her legs her cunt her heart wide so she could welcome him into her.

"You are so hairy, mi amor, even your back, it is a turn-on. I feel like a cavewoman pleasuring her caveman," she said. "Oooh, put your caveman fingers in my pussy."

"And you are so smooth, Dafna," he said, untying a side of the rose panties. "Mmmm, I like what I'm feeling. The waxer did a very nice job." His fingers grazed the hairless space where her cunt met her thigh. His index finger ran over the top of her cunt.

"I know what mi hombre likes. I left a little there. Maybe you can do something about that," she said.

"Wicked girl, I have to look," said Dan. He eased down her body, between her spreading legs, the untied panties barely covering her. His pounding heart thudded against the sheets. Dan untied the other side of the panties and lowered the front, like the last layer of wrapping on an exquisite, long-sought gift.

Dafna expected a tongue or finger to brush against her. But nothing happened. A metronome of worry ticked in her head with each empty second. Instead, Dan waited between her legs, balanced between a past and a future. That contact was a portal as much as a chocho. Something vital but scary lay on the other side.

"Mi amor, is something wrong? Do I not please you?" she asked, stifling a rising sense of concern.

He looked up so their eyes met. "No, no, everything is fine. I just feel, what? Humble? Excited? This is a very big deal! I can't find the right word."

"Let your tongue talk, mi amor. Let it say what your heart feels." She leaned back. The metronome ticked once, twice . . .

"Bueno." Dan ran a finger from her clit to between her cunt lips to her perineum and back. Dafna shivered from the touch, and again when the finger rose up and nestled between her lips. She felt a gentle push, pushing in her. The metronome stopped ticking. A new sensation, the first oneness with a new lover, flooded her. She pushed her head against the pillow and sighed. Looking up, she saw the fan rotate slowly.

Again, she thought. A man, again. Again and again, Dan, por favor. She put her hand on his neck, drawing his face closer to her.

"I like that. You are in me at last," she sighed.

The finger sank into her, a bit at a time, but with no hesitation. With every inch she felt more a fullness, and tingles as the fingertip pressed up and down, touching for the sensitive nerves. Eyes closed, Dafna sense the finger curving up and pressing the top and . . . . "Oooh, is that my G spot? I think you found it mi amor!" she said. "That feels soooo good. Gracias, gracias."

"De nada," said Dan, that wicked casualness back in his voice. "Easy to find. You are sending me homing signals. My fingers are just going home."

Dan sensed he had found a very good place. Well, accentuate the positive, he thought, so he lazily stroked up with his finger and then kissed around the outside of her cunt. Lips, clit, the smooth sides. He felt delirious. Here, Mexico City, Dafna, a real live woman at last – he feared he would just come on the bed before he had a chance to do anything with his primed hard-on.

He moved her hand from his neck to her cunt. Dan spread her fingers so they made a "V" around her lips, then he put his hand on top and pressed. In between his finger in her and their hands outside, they had her covered. She licked her other hand and then squeezed a nipple.

"Dan, you have me covered so well. I am yours, you know. What you are doing to me."

"No rush, no fuss. I love having my finger in you. And to see your hand down here, my hand on yours, it is so sexy. It feels good for you."

"You don't know how good."

"Let's find out." With his finger still rotating up and down this way and that, Dan kissed her clit. His lips sealed around it, not licking too hard, just covering it, savoring the delight of an aroused woman in his mouth, on his fingers. He licked around and in circles, slowly, avoid any touch that would be too intense for Dafna.

Dafna felt herself tensing. Her body was moving fast, maybe faster than she expected, but she was thrilled at the ride. A wave was building in her. Dan, a new but wise lover, had found literally put his finger on the secret spot that other men always missed. What a talent! He's a keeper she thought, but she didn't want to say that, not yet, anyway. At least, not to Dan.

Wow, Dafna is really enjoying this, thought Dan. He sat up between her legs so he could watch her squirm and smile and pant. Two fingers from one hand were inside her, thrumming the G-spot, and the other hand roamed, tantalizing her clit, then her lips, then that agonizing strip of territory between her cunt and anus, up to her breasts, into his mouth for wetness, then a touch around her ear, then a lazy stroke along the insides of her thighs. She is so hot. This is great. How long has it been since I really fucked a woman who wasn't pissed off at me? Way too long. Look what I've been missing! Better late than never. I'm glad she's telling me what she likes. Christ I got tired of silent angry sex with Rebecca. Yeah, what a way to end the week, fuckin' great, in every sense of the word. I can't wait to be in her. I bet she comes really hard. I like that. It makes me feel like I accomplished something. But sex is bonding, not a competitive sport, I've got to remember that. She's so wet I may have to mop her up to get some friction down there. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Hmmm, she really jumped when I touched her that way. I'll have to make a note of that, things Dafna digs. I hope I can come twice. Women like that. I just hope I don't come too fast when I'm in her, or get a headache. Wouldn't that be an embarrassment? Rebecca hated that. With reason. But that was then, let's focus on the moment, OK, and keep the past locked up? The past is over, the future is finally here. Just enjoy the moment, Dan. I know Dafna is enjoying herself. I can feel her cunt muscles gripping my fingers. She's bearing down now. Wow she's strong. I think I'll just rest my hand on her thigh and let her feel my fingers inside her cunt. No distractions, that's right, "You like that, don't you, Dafna?" Well, I like doing it. And I like you most of all.

I want to wait, she thought. I want him in me, I want him to hold me and fill me so bad, really I have to have him in me that cock I've thought about dreamed about just touched Dios mio he knows how to finger-fuck me two fingers in my pussy where do I end and Dan begin why is my stomach lurching? Whose fingers are on my nipples is he kissing my clit or is my finger or his finger or is his cock on it I don't want to think nothing I just want Dan to keep moving his fingers on THAT spot "right there Dan, yes, just right, don't stop" never stop I want to cum and cum and I want you to say you love me again and you loved me before we even met Why didn't we meet 10 years ago 20 years ago when we could have loved each other forever and made babies and Shabbat meals instead of all your pain and my pain let's have no more pain before everything divorce abortions so many tears I'm so happy I want you to be happy what can I do to make you happy mi amor? Are you happy are you sad I can't tell I'm so turned on I can't see anything but your fingers in my chocho and your hand on my ass and a finger wet and slippery from my pussy circling around so that's what you want I see you are a wicked lover and I will be your tigressa your Lilith your dream your peace oh my God hold my clit hold my hand hold my heart mi corazon Yo quiero que tu estar mi amor sin fin ain sof forever and now

When Dafna came that first time, she thought she was either going to bounce to the ceiling or roll off the bed and plop on the floor. She yelled, she rolled, she felt Dan's fingers, just those two fingers, plugged into her nerves and muscles like a new power source. The way he stopped using his other hand and simply let her focus her attention on her cunt, she just went crazy. Sweat from her back and ass and legs left a damp outline of her body on the bed.

"A good way to start the weekend, isn't it?" said Dan. "I know what's next."

Dafna held her arms out. As he positioned himself between her legs, Dan gawked at the rosy flush on her face, spreading down her neck and sternum, her animal arousal going right into a reptilian center of his brain. He wanted her so much everything seemed to move fast and slow, hot and cold, a rush in slow motion. All his senses jumbled. "Be in me, mi amor, I want you to be in me. I have waited so long, so long," she whispered as he slipped in, slowly, and her warm arms circled his neck.

"Ahhh, we are together lovers for the first time. You like that, Dan? No more waiting to be lovers."

"Si, I like it a lot." Silence. "You are so warm and wet, I love the way you're pressing up against me all over. I can feel your breasts against me, and your stomach, and oh, what your pussy feels like. I just can't describe it."

"Don't describe it. Just fuck it, OK?"

"Deal. Mmmm, I'll fuck you and you tell me what it feels like, how's that? Our first time together, tell me what you're feeling."

"Mmm, I like that idea. I like to tell my lover what it feels like. Pues, when you had your fingers in me you drove me loco. You take your time, drive me crazy. I liiiiike a man who likes my body. You no act like a guy who just wants to fuck and leave."

"Hell, no. When you get hot, I get hot. It's got to be both of us. Just so you know." He thrust into her extra slow and deep, burying his cock while he held her shoulders and kissed her. Dafna felt totally taken, his cock and tongue pushing in from different places, those strong, safe hands cupping her shoulders.

"Aye, mi vaquero, what you do. The way you kissed my tetas, so good, so good. You give kisses to all the places I like. You really like my body? Is OK for you? Really?"

"Dafna, mi amor, I loved your body before I even touched it. I'm so turned on, we may just spend the weekend in bed."

"Gooood idea. Nice bed. We just get up so the maids change the sheets."

"I'll put you against the wall and fuck you from behind while they do it. That'll give them a thrill, won't it?"

"We save the thrills for us. Yes, I like you fucking me against a wall. And you have a big shower. We fuck in there, too."

"On the floor."

"You on top."

"69."

"I suck you off while you stand up, hands on the wall."

"I'll suck you off, too."

"We'll sit on the bed and finger each other."

"I wake you up in the middle of the night and suck you."

"I'll pour honey on you and lick you clean."

"Where will you pour it?"

"You tell me. Anywhere."

"Mmmm. I think of many places."

"We'll go out and I'll finger you in public in a quiet place. People will see us but we'll be the only ones that know."

"Sooo sexy. I like that. In public. Scary. I bite my lip to keep from yelling when I come."

"So yell in Hebrew. Who'll know?"

"You're funny."

"You're getting me very turned on."

"So tell me a public place where you want to make love. You're the Chilango from Mexico City. You know the sexy places."

"Maybe Coyoacan. Very nice area, good food, art."

"Sure, I know the place. Frida Kahlo Museum. Trotsky Museum. Beautiful place for lovers."

"My pussy is feeling very tight. This sexy talk driving me meshugah."

"In public, you'd really do that? Wow."

"I do anything for my lover."

"You know I would do the same for you. I totally trust you."

"I feel the same. You are my safety."

"You are my love."

"Mi amor!!"

The air rushed from Dan, the force of life pushing him down, all blood rushing to his hips, his body not his own. His mind stopped whirling, as if he were adrift in the eye of a hurricane, a slow space surrounded by crackling energy flowing through him and into Dafna. All his nerves and bones strained toward the sweet dark place where man and woman become one.

"Oh my Dafna," he gasped, and his held her wet smeary face in his hands. Dafna's arms flew around his neck, loving and protecting her man. The hot, frustrated, hopeful surge burst through Dan with guttural intensity. He held Dafna so close and pushed so firmly she lost control, too, with a squeaking "oh oh oh" the sensation washed over her so she dug her fingernails into Dan's neck and back. Her hips bucked up so hard she lifted Dan upward, only to be pushed down with his thrust. Like a seesaw, the lovers rocked back and forth, swapping kisses and thrusts back and forth until, spent, they murmured and stopped.

By the time they could breathe normally the room was dark. Mexico City was in night, Dan and Dafna in peace. She curled against him, encircled by his arms. Sensing her chill, Dan pulled the covers over them. They burrowed down into the mattress and the sheets. In the nest, they kissed and stroked. Dan touched her hair. Dafna hugged him closer, afraid to leave any gap between them. She reached down to cup his cock.

"Dormir," he said. "It's so happy and sleepy. For now."

"Until . . . "

"Until we have some dinner. Nice restaurant downstairs."

"But we have to get dressed."

"Room service?"

She looked and smiled. "Yes, I like that idea. I want to stay naked for my lover until . . . "

"Until?"

"Until we get dressed tomorrow and we go to Coyoacan."

"Let's order some food. I'm hungry."

"Kiss me, por favor. I need kisses more than food."

He kissed her slowly, sweetly, stroking her hair until she purred. He stood up to get the room-service menu. Dan walked back to the bed, then stopped and reached into his suitcase.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I have a little something for you."

"What?"

Dan gave her a small box, in a distinctive light blue with a white ribbon. Dafna took it. Her fingers shook as she untied the ribbon, to show the word "Tiffany" on the lid.

"I am very surprised and touched, Dan. Let me see." Dafna gently removed the top, then moved away layers of rustling wrapping paper.

"Oh, mi amor, how could you!" she cried. She peeked inside the package to see two lovely Art Deco silver earrings. Dan had sensed her taste for simple elegance. She held the earrings in her palm, trembling.

"Oh, my love, you are so sweet. I will always treasure these. For me!" She fought back tears at the sheer surprise.

"All for you, Dafna. I'm not going to hold anything back. You'd better get ready."

Dafna stood, shaky. "Let me put them on right now. They are so beautiful."

She stood before a bathroom mirror and slipped them on. Nude, vibrant, rosy, Dafna looked like a goddess with the earrings reflecting light.

She looked at Dan in the mirror, as he stood behind her. "Mi amor, I am ready."

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