Miss Luca inappeasably gasped and her beautiful bare body curved as erotically she glided her forefinger into her mouth and sucked, then delicately against her sensual slippery vermilion, she ground it. It was all God damn awakening, seducing me as though she knew I had been watching her.

"God yes, fuck baby" a raw concupiscent, animalistic asphyxiating growl left my mouth whilst hungrily I gaped at computer's monitor. God-- I envied her own fingers and I wondered how sonorous and sexy her moans would be ,if I were the one touching her. Would the sounds be similar to the ones she made in my dreams--in our past?

My cock painfully pulsated as fast and hard as the pace of the throbbing pounds of my heart. The words I had spoken had not come amenably, they were wrested free of my throat.

Lustfully, she moaned again and I hissed another sharp "fuck! " and ran my fingers through my hair as I, with all my might aspired to not give into the dangerously tempting thoughts that harbored wickedly themselves into my mind.

It was unadulterated torment, watching as the woman I visioned of touching every night sexually satisfied her self. I were damn well near losing my mother fucking saneness.

I reclined heavily against the wall, both hands shoved deep into the pockets of the jogger sweatpants that had become rapidly tighter, the king sized bed suddenly seeming too small for my achingly aroused, bothered body. To the heavens, I appealed for the puissance to conceive like a sane man for fear that I dismantle this hotel until I were before my love, giving her what she wanted so damn good that she could perceive or speak of nothing other than her beloved Brandon and how he worshipped her body.

Although firmly I commanded my body to listen, my legs did not take heed. I could not hold my own for very long and soon after, I were tearing down the place, slipping the key card into Miss Luca's door, unlocking it.

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"I have been anxiously awaiting your arrival." Whispered Miss Luca as quietly like a thief in the night I entered the room. I was still slightly shocked she had been able to tell of my presence. The sound was inviting, severly seductive, beedeching me, further exciting my cock. I ambulated farther into the dim room illuminated only by the dull dainty little lamps into the ceiling, unable to tear my shameless famished gaze away from Miss Luca's ravishing, exposed, unclothed body.

"Miss Luca" a low trembling stutter left my mouth, not capable to perceive a thing other than how hot and desirable she looked onto the bed. Her long midnight coloured hair was loosened and appealingly untamed scattered as petals of roses onto the bed sheets, decorating them, her nakedness captivating, an art, one creamy bodacious leg crossed over the other. It was as though she had been waiting for me to now shed my skin and devour her like a wild beast till the time she were ceded breathless and panting. Heaven knows, my lasting lust would permit me to vision nothing rather than taking her, speak of nothing except her name.

"Miss Luca" again hoarsely I hissed, the words carpeted with want and I stepped cautiously closer to the bedside, not wanting to move too quickly, not desiderating to break the spell.

"Mr. Monteiro" the appealing woman rose onto her knees and sexily moaned then she pulled me into the bed and ran her finger daintily across my lips. I took it into my edacious mouth, sucking it, tasting her sweet delicious flavor.

My blood chilled. How I dreamed of this moment. Miss Luca wanting me as I wanted her.

"It seems as if the cat has gotten your tongue, hmmm?"I bit painlessly, ever so gently the finger and a sudden sharp sigh escaped from her lips. I chuckled, the sound low and husky, she closed her eyes. "Not yet, love"

I kissed her and fervently she returned it.

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"Oh God, yes" harshly Miss Luca exhaled and threw her head back, thrashing it when I pressed firmly my lips against the hot flushed flesh of her neck and kissed it, hard, the skin as sweet as sugar on my tongue.

She were completely bare beneath me yet I remained fully covered and although my skin burned in protest for her touches of intimacy, I refrained barely from ripping off my garments. This night were only for my love.

"My love, my sexy love" huskily I whispered, with quick light kisses taunting her breasts and soft careful bites around the tender swollen erect nipples, eliciting from her gluttonous groans and impatient wanting sighs.

"My love" I was choked by emotion as I carressed her slightly pudgy stomach and she moaned my name. "Sebastian",then with her palm she pressed against my hard, sensitive front. Although it was the most difficult thing I had ever to do, I grabbed on to her wrist halting her hands wicked wandering. "My love, if you continue to touch me like that, I will come before you."

"Yes baby, yes"repeated Miss Luca, wantonly whimpering as she twisted and turned, fisting my shirt and tugging on it as if trying to tear it from my body when I slowly, teasingly rotated my finger on to her soaking wet nub and slipped it into my mouth, filling it with her taste, savoring it. I steadily did so until her body vibrated and she screamed until she were hoarse.

Both of her legs onto my shoulders, she hissed and uttered incoherent speeches as I glided a single finger inside her. God--she was as tight as a virgin. She screamed and writhed from pleasure as I thrusted it in and out of her. She was so fucking wet.

I lazily licked and sucked the immaculate skin on the insides of her thighs, provoking her,desiring more of her horny, pleading moans.

"Yes Brandon yes"she throatily gasped, the sound ravenous and greedy, rendering me senseless when my lips latched on to her saturated palpitating sex.

Her body arched as she contracted around my tongue,and she screamed, clawing away at my scalp.

"God Brandon. You do that so good baby"

"Damn it Miss Luca"I rumbled and removed my self from between her legs with the thought to release my self into the bathroom-- knowledgeable, I would not last for very long. Miss Luca however, held on to my hand, halting me then she whispered, "stay" and kissed me.

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"Miss Luca," I implored, staring into her eyes that had suddenly coruscated with tears. "Please my love, let me stay with you tonight. I swear, I will not touch you. I only want to watch as you sleep baby"

"Brandon"she hoaresly sighed and it was a dagger to my heart at the sorrow in the name. It was as though she loathed me--herself for our night together. Still I foolishly remained optimistic as with my hand I brushed away the tears that had cascaded. God-- I hated whenever she were saddened--because of me.

I shifted my position to embrace her but alas, she angrily pushed me, her voice as cold as ice."Mr. Monteiro please leave."

"Baby--"held on to her wrist and she slapped me. "Go!"

"Very well" I defeatedly sighed and stood up from the bed, not wanting to further upset the woman. "If that is what you want my love, I will leave. Tonight was so damn amazing baby, please don't regret it-- I beg you. I love you"

Her soft sobs as I left, stopped my breath but I did not turn around. I could not. I knew that would only further upset her. I jogged to the penthouse's private elevator, and the tears that I had almost failed to constrain before Miss Luca finally escaped with out effort from my eyes.