Page 79 of The Virgin's Dance
They splashed around for a while until she finally got out to lie on the sun lounger, watching him do lengths. He was a fast, strong swimmer, and watching the flex and pull of his arms through the water turned her on.
She began touching herself absentmindedly, hardly realizing what her hands were doing. Spotting her naked on the lounger, he stared at her body with the look of a tiger about to pounce.
He emerged from the water, a look of fierce lust on his face.
“Turn around,” he commanded.
She giggled nervously and turned over onto her front.
“I want you on all fours.” He was deadly serious as he gave her instructions.
She got on her hands and knees on the lounger, waiting for whatever he would do next.
He walked up behind her, his erection prominent. She looked back at him over her shoulder, giving him a dirty little smile.
“Be careful, Donna. My appetite is strong.”
He caressed her ass and then instinctively slapped her hard across one cheek.
She let out a little yelp and Antonio waited to see her next reaction. But she didn’t move, just stuck out her ass further, as if asking for more. He smacked her again, harder this time, on the other cheek.
He traced his hands all the way to her crease and slipped his finger inside. She was dripping wet. He began spanking her harder and harder, red marks forming across her backside as she yelped and squealed and asked for more.
Finally, not able to withstand another second of waiting, he shoved his aching member into her wet pussy and fucked her hard from behind. All the while she moaned with pleasure.
“I saw you while I was dancing,” he told her in the heat of passion. “I wanted to take you there and then. I’ve been thinking about you ever since.”
“I wanted you too,” she replied, gulping for breath as his engorged cock pounded into her. “I thought of you every night. I touched myself thinking of you. I dreamed of you.”
He imagined her night after night, masturbating, frigging herself off as she thought of him, just as he had done with her.
He felt her pussy begin to contract, her moans growing louder. He couldn’t hold it any longer and climaxed against her shuddering body.
“Time for breakfast,” he said, panting jovially.
They went into the beautiful tiled kitchen and he fed her fresh egg tortillas and Spanish ham, with the local honey on white baguettes.
She sat, looking gorgeously disheveled in his dressing gown, eating hungrily. They were both famished after their little pool party.
Antonio thought how young and vulnerable she looked.
I want to protect her, to please her. I want her to yearn for me, to admire me.
She is so hot and so talented and she doesn’t have any idea.
She was looking at the black and white photographs on the kitchen wall.
“Who is that?” Her eyebrows knit together in that curious way she had when she was concentrating.
“My mother,” he said. “That’s her in a dance show in Madrid.”
“She must have been really good.”
“You know, you’re not a bad dancer yourself,” he ventured.
She giggled shyly. “Thanks, I’ll take it.” She blushed, and basked in his rare praise. “I have a really good teacher, actually.”
“With work, lots of work, you could be really great. Do you think you would ever want to take it further?”
