Passionate Puerto-Rican Rosabella

At this point, other than saying my name, Rosabella was only speaking Spanish. Her legs were shaking wildly, and I could tell she was close to another orgasm. Knowing that I was giving this woman the intimacy she desperately needed sent me close to the point of no return as well.

What brought me over the edge was the sight of her against the wall, legs around my waist, and my dick inside of her. I thrusted for a while longer as hard as I could, then moaned into her ear that I was going to climax. I thrusted as deep into Rosabella as I could, then exploded inside my Puerto Rican goddess, filling her up with my seed, though not before I heard her yell in Spanish and felt her own orgasm.

Both of us were struggled to stand following that. However, since I had a little more strength and I wasn't wearing stilettos, Rosabella leaned on me.

"I don't think I've ever been made love to like that," she said, kissing me on the cheek.

"Let's head to the bed," I said, barely able to support myself and her. She agreed, and the two of us wobbled over to the bed in the other room and lied down. "You've never had really passionate sex?"

"Not like that." She stared at my eyes. "That was out of this world."

I smirked. "Would you say it was the best you've ever had?"

Her eyes bulged. "Yes. Is that wrong?"

I shook my head. "There's nothing wrong with you being fulfilled, Rosabella." I gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Is it wrong that I'm ready to go again?"

Again, I gave her a devilish grin. "Not in the slightest."

This time, I took the time to remove her dress and shoes, exposing the entirety of her fair-skinned body. I went to her breasts and stimulated her nipples with my tongue and hands, making her moan all over again. Soon after this, I began to harden, but I made sure to give each of her mounds equal attention with my hands and tongue.

"Nathan, let me please you, too," Rosabella said. "Sit on the edge of the bed."

I did so, and she got off and knelt, then took my dick inside of her mouth. Once I felt her lips and tongue moving around my length, it didn't take long for me to become fully erect again. I just couldn't believe one minute she was shy, then the next, she was performing like a champion. I stroked her hair lovingly and moaned as she teased me with her mouth. Her sucking and licking became more vigorous, threatening to send me over the edge.

"Hold on," I said. "I want to finish inside you."

Though she may have wanted me to cum in her mouth, she agreed and got back onto the bed and started kissing me. I laid her back down, then rose, examining her perfect, nude body.

I removed my shirt, making both of equally naked. Now that we were nude, I was ready to be inside of her once more. I got on top of Rosabella, and she spread her legs, allowing me to enter her again. This time, I alternated between kissing her neck and lips, doing so with no regard to length or intensity. I was completely lost inside of Rosabella, the way she shouted my name along with her Spanish cries once again music to my ears.

As we fucked, Rosabella moved her hips as though she were dancing. While I may have been on top, she was the one deciding our rhythm. I struggled to keep up with her, but did my best to give her pleasure despite the sensations of our lovemaking almost too much to handle. Along with that, the reality of this shy Latina being a loud, boisterous sex goddess behind closed doors brought me even closer to orgasm.

"Rosabella, I'm going to cum," I said, going right for her lips. She moaned something in Spanish, then locked her legs. I thrusted deep inside her, and both of us yelled, climaxing at the same time.

Both of us, now exhausted, wrapped our arms around the other, remaining silent for a moment.

"I don't know what to say," Rosabella stared into my eyes. "I'm not sure if I'm supposed to thank you or not."

"Why would you be thanking me?"

"For approaching me that day. I've never had a man treat me the way you have. I'm so glad we did this. The only thing is, am I just going to be one of your conquests? Is this weekend going a one-time thing?"

I kissed her on the cheek. "Of course not. We'll see each other more often."

And after that passionate weekend, Rosabella and I met many more times, as I said we would. In addition to giving her the pleasure she longed for, she also gained much more confidence.

So much so she eventually began a career as a jazz singer, allowing her to make soulful music. Rosabella's husband was not supportive of her career choice and newfound independence, and eventually, she left him. She needed to surround herself with people who support her dreams and encourage her growth as woman. Since she goes on the road a lot with her band, I don't see her as much. Still, she manages to make time for me, and lets me know that I'm a muse for many of her songs.

And every time I listen to one of her albums, I'm reminded of our first erotic encounter, and I find myself anxious for the next.