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Plans For the Evening
By V.N. Levitsky

Author's notes: Antoine LaConte is not mine.  If he were mine, I'd be living a life of crime just to keep him permanently hired to please only me!

Some readers might recall reading the original "seed" of this story on the Weaver of Dreams site back in January 2002.  I merely, uhm… enhanced it since some people made it clear they wanted it continued to its logical and smutty conclusion.  Consider this a small smutty "PWP" sort of thank you to those who enjoy my writing and continue to encourage me in it as well as a thank you to those of you who write so wonderfully when inspired by that stunning muse, The Beautiful One Who is Oded.

Rated:  R

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As he looked through his closet, he quickly vetoed the white Armani suit with any number of his pastel silk shirts.  He also thought one of his favorite all-black ensembles literally screamed “too L.A.”

Antoine had decided that he shouldn’t go for one of his more obvious or patented looks with tonight’s appointment.

She’s from New York, he thought, I’ll go for the relaxed, art dealer-club owner look.

He smiled as he picked out buttery-soft black leather jeans and a deep blue silk shirt.

Yes, this should do the trick, he thought as he laughed softly at his own pun.  Deep blue always contrasted nicely against his long raven locks and olive skin.

As he draped the clothes across his bed and he began untying his gray silk kimono, Antoine thought that his asking Lena to pick him up at his place in her rental car would make her feel a bit more in control of the situation.  Make her less skittish, since she had sounded mildly terrified over the phone the previous day.

She wasn’t his typical client… not a Beverly Hills matron accustomed to being waited on, hand and foot… or whatever her choice of anatomy was.  Nor was she a lusty jet-setting supermodel in need of stud servicing who was so busy doing back to back photo shoots that she had to schedule her sex.  And from what Abby had told her, she was not someone who simply wanted a man who would tolerate her more demanding or less traditional sensual needs.

The client tonight was a librarian.  She had been shrewdly investing her money for several years and the recent bull market had made her investment choices flourish.  She had just quit her job in a big corporate library to open up her own bed and breakfast and to finally enjoy some of her hard-earned money.  She had decided to come to California for an extended vacation before she hit the ground running her new business.  She was staying with some friends and when talk of her recent lack of male companion came up, her best friend, Abby, insisted that she truly pamper herself with only the best.

Abby had warned Antoine that her friend had never been with a ‘professional’ before and the thought seemed strangely titillating to Magdalena.

So, after much goading by her beloved best buddy, Lena had given in.  After all, Abby had treated herself to an entire weekend with Antoine when she'd finally attained the impressive position of Dean at Berkeley before the age of 40.

After slipping into the leather pants and on the verge of buttoning his shirt, Antoine’s thoughts of which shoes to wear were interrupted by the sound of his door chimes.  He eyed his watch.  It's early.  Can't be her.

He called out from his bedroom, “Venti… it’s open.”

As the front door opened, he peeked his head out past the bedroom threshold and was presented with…

…not whom he had expected.

His mouth went a bit dry.

Dio mio!  What a shame this isn’t my date!  This was certainly no librarian.

Dark brown hair with hints of red to it hung in long, layered waves past her shoulders, framing a face with strange but intriguing golden green eyes and the softest looking lips he thought he’d ever seen.  And a body that would have driven Botticelli, Degas, and Rubens to paint her form obsessively.  She looked like a real woman, not at all like so many of his plastic Barbie clients with newer and newer parts each time he met with them.

This was a woman like the women back in his hometown of Sorrento.  Where women had big hips to have babies with and big breasts to feed babies and taunt men with.  She had shapely legs that he could already imagine spreading wide to welcome him.  Those small hands clutching at his shoulders.  And if he could have his wish… it would be those delicate ankles kept in those strappy sandals she was wearing and feeling them rest on the small of his back as he drove himself into her heated contours.

He felt his face flush a bit as he realized that he was fantasizing about making love to her.  Dio mio, he thought, I haven’t daydreamed about women since I was a teenager!

He slowly walked towards her in the foyer and swallowed hard, trying to moisten his throat enough to speak.

“Signorina, can I help you?” he asked politely, one dark eyebrow shooting up in sexy curiosity.

She stopped looking around the foyer, trying not to gawk openly at the various weapons along the walls.  It was obvious they belonged to a serious collector - they were museum quality antiques, very old and very well-maintained.

She pondered, this can't be the right place - this is a gigolo's pad?!

But once she heard that deeply accented voice and turned her eyes to gaze at its origin… once her attention landed on him, all she could manage for a moment was to simply stare with her mouth open.

Oh my god!  He's so beautiful, he probably takes longer to get ready for a date than I do!  This was such a bad bad BAD idea!  I'm gonna kill Abby for talking me into this!

Mentally, she shook herself, forcing herself to speak.

“Uhm… hi there, are you Antoine?”

“Why, yes, yes I am.  And you would be?”

She pouted a little, which pushed her temptingly full lower lip out even further than usual, thinking to herself, how could he have already forgotten my name or our ‘date’ so quickly?  Does constant sex cause senility?  Ha, like I'd ever get to find out!

“I’m Lena… Lena Galarza, Abby’s friend? We have a date… or an appointment… or whatever you call it.  Remember?”

Antoine’s eyes widened and Lena didn’t know if it was out of surprise or horror.  “Dio mio! You’re Magdalena the librarian?!”

Running her hands through her long, layered auburn hair with a bit of anxiety, she wished she hadn’t left her purse in the car, as it would've given her something to clutch.  Nervously, she glanced down at her three-quarter sleeved red knit dress.  It clung to her abundant curves, but not obscenely so.  It certainly didn’t make her look like she was trying to emulate all those L.A. waifs she'd been seeing left and right since she'd arrived in town, most of them looked like they dressed only in underwear.

However, his reaction to her was making the little bit of confidence she had mustered to get here dwindle away very quickly.  She continued to seriously debate with herself if this had been a smart way to treat herself after all.  Suddenly, her idea of being pampered at the Canyon Spa with daily facials and massages seemed a lot less trying on her ego than this situation.

“Uhm… yeah… I’m the librarian.” She licked her lips nervously, as she cast her tawny hazel eyes downward in apparent embarrassment.

What the hell was I thinking wearing this outfit?  He must think I'm out of my mind trying to dress sexy for him.

Antoine licked his own lips, realizing in hindsight that his behavior had probably set the two of them off on the wrong foot.  But he was also thrilled to know that this was in fact his date for the evening!

He bowed slightly, in an effort to apologize as well as to adjust himself slightly without her knowledge.  “Miss Galarza, please forgive me.  You are quite a bit early and as you can see I’m not yet ready.  You caught me off guard.”

His gesture softened her awkward stance somewhat and she slowly met his gaze.  “Yes, I realize I’m rather early, but traffic was surprisingly light tonight, go figure.  I can go wait in the car until you're ready.”

“No, no, no…Miss Galarza, you stay right here and make yourself comfortable.  Just please be careful of my carpet.”

Lena’s feet gingerly stepped off the sparkling white carpet onto the marble tile floor as her head buzzed with conflicting voices as she observed the almost godlike man in her sights. 

Good goddess, this man is fucking gorgeous!

Such a magnificent head of hair.  Dark, glossy curls that called out to be caressed and clutched.  Perfectly groomed beard that set off a stunning smile.  What she could see of his torso from his open shirt and the way his pants fit him… well, to say the man seemed to groom and perfect every part of his body would be the understatement of the year.

Girl, this was a really bad idea.

His chest and abs were beautifully defined with muscle without being bulky.   And just the faintest hint of a goody trail where his pants buttoned.

I really should just turn and leave… but why aren’t my feet listening!?

The leather against his thighs draped and flexed over the hidden parts of his physique, making it very difficult for Lena to tear her eyes away from the earthbound god in front of her.

Look at that tawny skin, those teeth! Those strong shoulders, that powerful chest.

Those dark chocolate eyes, oh my, you could drown in them and die happy!

Antoine decided to be honest and raised his hands away from his body in surrender as he spoke, “I must confess you are not what I expected.”

Lena’s face fell as a slight gasp escaped her lips.  She knew she wasn’t model material, but how in blue blazes did Abby describe her to him?!  To Lena, it was obvious that he was disappointed in the company that he would have for the evening.

Again, realizing his faux pas a little too late, Antoine noted how Lena’s eyes began to shine with unshed tears.  He quickly approached her and grasped her small hands within the warmth of his large palms.

He spoke softly, “Please, Miss Galar-… I mean, Lena… bella… don’t cry. I meant I was very pleasantly surprised, not the opposite.”

She turned her face down and away from his intense gaze.  Feeling annoyed at her own reaction, she tried to speak haughtily to disguise her hurt. “What does it matter what I think? I'm paying you to keep me company and to do as I like… it shouldn’t matter if I’m not what you expected.”

He could see that even though she was petite, she was proud, as he stared at the top of her head, mentally willing her to look up at him as he spoke.  “Please understand. I made the silly presumption of the stereotypical librarian. You know... glasses, hair pulled back severely, the sensible shoes.  Plus your name has a very old fashioned tone to it.  I knew you were young, but the image came to me unbidden as we arranged our meeting.”

Lena still wouldn’t look at him.  This whole scenario was difficult enough for her without feeling awkward and inadequate.

Antoine released one of Lena’s hands and softly caressed her cheek with strong, elegant fingers. “If only you knew what went through my mind when you first came through my door.  I was regretting my previous plans because I wanted to get to know you better and not the frumpy librarian I had in my mind’s eye.”

Lena sniffled slightly. “You’re just saying that to try and save my feelings.”

Antoine smiled as he tugged at her chin softly until she would look up at him.  “You speak of feelings? Bella, why don’t you feel this?” He gently took one of her hands and slowly drew it down between their bodies, past the lush silk of his shirt, past his bare skin, down to where she could feel the growing hardness beneath the supple lambskin he wore.

Lena’s eyes widened as Antoine leaned towards her ear and whispered gruffly, “Now tell me… bella, does that feel like someone who’s just trying to save your feelings?”

A slight shudder ran through Lena’s body as Antoine’s words slowly caressed her ear, much like her own hand caressed him.  She felt his silky beard brush against her jaw as he kept his face close to hers, awaiting her answer.

She stuttered softly, “I- I guess… uhhh… I guess it…  was all an… an… an honest mistake.”

He pulled away slightly and brushed a soft kiss onto her lips, his full lower lip lingering just a beat longer than the rest of him.  “I normally let the lady decide all the plans of the evening, but may I ask a favor of you?”

Lena looked deep into his brown eyes, her limbs feeling deliciously heavy as though she were swimming in molasses, with every attempt at movement a huge effort.  She could barely form words anymore, so she simply murmured, “Hmmm?”

He maintained a gentle grip on both her hands, keeping them pressed against the heated skin of his exposed chest, as he whispered huskily into her ear, “Would you have a problem with us… ehm... having... a little taste of... dessert here before we head out to dinner?”

He tenderly bit into the cords in her neck before continuing his plea, making her body shudder in response.  He was quickly becoming addicted to her body’s reactions to his actions.  He spoke in an almost gruff tone, “Otherwise I fear I will make a fool of myself in public and ravish you before we get to the third course.”

Lena poorly fought off the enveloping scent of Antoine's warm skin around her, sinking slowly against his chest.  “Mmmm… you’re the expert here.  I humbly... defer to your expertise... *sigh*... on this topic.”

Antoine began to walk them slowly backwards from the foyer towards his bedroom, never releasing Lena’s hands, only stopping occasionally to nibble on her neck or to plant more teasing kisses upon her supple lips while she stroked his beard and caressed his chest.

Lena vaguely thought to herself, I’ll have to get a hold of a phone at some point tonight and ask Abby how much damage a weekend with Antoine would be!

Lena continued to caress Antoine’s bared chest, reveling in the feel of his velvety warm skin encasing hard muscles beneath.  She had never thought that just simply touching someone could feel so sinfully good.  As Antoine released her hands, she splayed her fingers across his pecs, trying to touch as much of him as possible, while he continued to play and kiss along the length of the tendons of her neck.

She couldn't decide what she liked more… the soft chafing of his beard… the insistence of his plush lips at her collar bones… or his heated breath dancing across her sensitive neck.

Hell, I like it all and I want more!

Antoine swept his large hands into her thick hair, tugging her head back, and pinning her where she stood with his sable brown gaze.  Her breath caught in her throat as he slowly but steadily brought his face forward, without allowing her to advance towards him.  His lazy progress belied the intense twinkle in his eyes.  Lena stiffened, unable to suppress the involuntary tensing of her body’s muscles as the sweeping sensation of breathless, almost terrified anticipation engulfed her.

Lena’s eyelids fluttered as she mentally fought with herself on whether or not she could bear to keep her eyes open to view the oncoming onslaught.  Again, as before, he brushed her lips so softly with his own she almost wasn’t sure if he’d made contact.  But it didn’t matter.  It still had the same effect on her - that slight sensation of delicious panic quickly replaced by that drowsy, almost drunken state.

Antoine tugged softly at her hair, and kissed her again, harder this time, with purpose.  Delicious pressure descended on Lena as his warm lips pressed against hers and his beard chafed softly against her chin.  He slowly tilted his head to one side, caressing his nose against hers and suddenly there was the most perfect connection between them as their lips slanted and contoured in sensual alignment.

They moaned in unison.

The shared moan broke the spell on Lena’s extremities and she finally raised her hands to rest on Antoine’s bare hips while she suckled on his lower lip.  Just as he had tugged on her hair, she slid her fingers through the belt loops of his low-slung pants and pulled his body towards hers, leaving no space between them as his trim hips pressed against her lushness.

One of Antoine’s hands slid from her hair, draping itself along the contours of her back until it rested on the fullest part of her lush ass.  His other hand soon joined the other, sensuously kneading her bottom, furthering conforming her body to his, bringing their hips and thighs together, flush.

Lena took advantage of Antoine's pause to step on tip-toe and fasten her own lips to the side of his neck.  She'd been quite taken by the strong tendons there when she first saw him saunter into the foyer.  Everything about him was beautiful yet masculine, right down to his divinely shaped feet.

As she applied gentle suction below his ear, Antoine gave a low groan as he clutched her to his chest and muttered, “Ay, madonna… me va marcar como un toro!”

Heady with the satisfaction of making Antoine lose some of his professional cool, Lena licked at his earlobe and murmured playfully, “Oh Antoine, I'd never mar such a stunning physique with a hickey.  I'd never brand you like a prize bull… at least not where everyone else could see it.”

She teasingly nipped at him as he pulled away slightly with a surprised grin on his face and he asked, “You speak Italian?”

“Si, bello, hablo un poco el italiano.”

His large hands stroked her lush hips as he murmured, "I think this is going to be an evening where I enjoy myself as much as the client does."  He had finally maneuvered them into his bedroom where he sat on the edge of the king-size bed and gazed up at her.

She smiled sadly down at him as one of her hands twirled a stray curl of his raven hair around her finger.  "Antoine, you don't have to spread it on so thick.  Honestly."

"Honestly?"  He shook his head at her, his dark eyes sparkling dangerously as his hands tugged her closer to him.  "You don't want to know about what I honestly want to do to you."

She swallowed hard, feeling like a mouse cornered by a hungry cat.  Honestly, his accent was doing things to her… including making her stutter.

"I-I d-d-don't?"

"Bella, honestly… for starters… I want to bury my face between your breasts."

She bit her lip to stop from laughing as her hands rose up to cradle his face.  "Antoine, you're crazy."  In the next instant, she bent over just enough and snuggled his face against the fabric draping across her breasts.  Antoine moaned and mumbled something, but Lena couldn't understand it.

"Hey," she giggled, "quit that."

She squirmed about as his warm breath flowed through the light fabric of her dress and heated her skin,"That tickles!"

He eagerly began tugging at the sleeves of her dress, pulling them down and away from her arms, so that the jersey dress now only covered her from the waist down.  He gazed almost drunkenly at her red lace bra as he muttered, "Sto andando fare un tal pasto da voi, donna!"

Lena blushed deeply as she mentally translated his words… something along the lines of feasting on her.

Almost as if he were worshipping in a temple to a statue of a goddess, he slowly raised his dark, muscular arms upwards, draping his long fingers along the length of her shoulders, taking in the softness of her skin.  Antoine's hands slid down Lena's smooth arms until his fingers entwined with hers as he pulled her towards him so that she tumbled onto him, his strength and her weight bringing them onto the bed.

She gasped aloud with surprise, only to sigh with delight as she felt his beard press into the valley between her breasts.  He nuzzled each breast, nipping and kissing them through the soft lace as his hands slid up her silky smooth back to undo the clasp of her bra.  With her straddling him, her arms and legs on each side of him, he had all the freedom in the world to make love to her breasts.

Tossing the bra aside, he took one breast in each hand, softly dragging his thumbs across the supple skin he encountered, avoiding her nipples at first.  Sighing at this first intimate touch, unhindered by cloth, Lena's body shuddered as she enjoyed the sensation of him softly cradling her.  She felt a trail of hot wetness starting at the under swell of one breast as he slowly placed wet kisses against the tender skin.

Antoine's tongue peeked out of his mouth and found one pale pink nipple.  He latched his lips onto it and suckled it as his hands massaged both lush mounds.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned.

He repeated the motion a few more times, getting the same response each time.  Antoine looked up at her and whispered, "Bellisima."

Lena sighed deeply.  "Grazie, bello" she purred as she stretched out against him like a feline, dragging her breasts along the length of Antoine's bare chest where his shirt lay open.

She gently tugged on his hair as his roaming hands sent shivers through her body.

He softly bit at the satiny skin at the sides of her breasts.  "Dio mio, que deliciosa."  He blew gently down into her cleavage when her body moved up against his own.  She gasped as his teeth nibbled on her flesh, goosebumps breaking out where his warm saliva trails began to cool.

Antoine had her on the verge of an orgasm just from kissing and nuzzling her breasts and they were still both mostly clothed.

Lena continued to run her upper body along his.  His soft skin, coarse chest hair and hard muscles were driving her wild with sensory overload.  My god, foreplay was never this good!

Something between her brain and her body snapped.  Her eyelids dropped halfway and suddenly Antoine was face to face with a predator.  She sat up against his strong lean legs and tugged her dress off, leaving herself clad only in red lace and black ankle-strap sandals.

She slid off his lap and reached for the zipper of his leather pants.  Her hands shook slightly from excitement and anticipation.  She'd already felt the length of him when Antoine had placed her hand on him as well as when she'd landed on the bed with him and now her mouth seemed to alternate between watering and drying as she unwrapped her gift to herself.

Lena watched as a devilishly black trail of hair from Antoine's bellybutton led downward, as though it were following the zipper she was pulling.  Slowly his hardness was unveiled and Lena spoke aloud without thinking.

"Happy birthday to me!"

Antoine chuckled as the quiet librarian turned sexy siren now turned into a surprised child.  She clutched softly at his girth, stifling his laugh quickly as he moaned at the sensation of her small fingers running along his length.  She released him momentarily and tugged the well-fitting leather off his trim hips as he slid his shirt off his arms and flung it theatrically onto his desk.

Lena stood for a moment and gazed at him in wonder.  Her tawny eyes rested on him appreciatively as she said, "Antoine, you are so beautiful."

If she didn't know better, unless it was the lighting in the bedroom, Antoine LaConte just blushed!

He pushed himself back further on the bed and twirled his finger at her, "Turn around, bella, let me see all of you."

She humored him, turning around slowly, feeling his eyes feasting on her and feeling strangely powerful and powerless at the same time wearing only lace panties and sandals.  When their eyes met again, he patted the spot beside him.

Lena crawled onto the bed and slinked towards Antoine.  He gently bit her neck again and whispered into her ear, "I've got a good mind to begin and end this date right in this room… who needs food and drink, when I can feast on you?"

She straddled his hips and he pinched both her nipples softly, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers, feeling them become more erect and taut.  Lena thrust her breasts into his large hands, relishing the feel of his hot skin against hers.

She practically purred as he began suckling her breasts again.  Lena reached behind her and stroked his length, feeling it bob against her fingers.

Antoine's hot breath on her soft skin, those sweet lips of his kissing the tips of her breasts, his velvety soft tongue working one nipple, then the other… she was in heaven.

And yet she pulled away from the embrace of his lips and hands.

"Que cosa?" he asked as he raised his head off the bed.

"Suddenly, I find myself famished… for something I know I won't find on a restaurant menu," she said demurely.

She smiled as she shimmied down the length of his body.  When her breasts embraced his shaft, Antoine's head flung backwards as a stream of Italian curses escaped his lips.

Lena's smile widened at this view of a 'professional' behaving so unprofessionally.  She hugged his heated steel between the softness of her breasts and gazed up at Antoine LaConte's handsome face filled with ecstasy.

Slowly, she released him from the embrace of her bosom, only to capture him again in her heated mouth.  She kissed him lightly first, keeping her lips pressed against his skin so he could feel the difference in the skin that was now touching him.  Then she licked the tip lightly, brushing her warm tongue and hot lips against the length of his now aching skin and muscle... feeling his body arch towards her... as she fed herself on him.

She sucked on him, humming mildly so that slight yet intense vibrations danced along his sensitized skin.  He made an incoherent noise, a cross between pleasure and pain, as she dipped her mouth up and down on his impossibly hard erection.

In an another instant, Lena found herself pulled up by her arms as a gruff "Basta!" blew past her ear.  Antoine clutched at her face desperately with his large hands, gazing wildly into her eyes with a dark chocolate stare, "You want to finish this before we even start?!"

Antoine's face dove towards Lena's, his lips practically ravaging her own, his breath escaping through flared nostrils.  Lena's hands captured Antoine's face as she passionately returned his kiss, dancing her tongue alongside his and pulling his sensual lip into her mouth to suckle and nip at it.

Antoine's hands slid from her face down her back to clutch at her red lace covered ass and he groaned loudly in frustration into her mouth as he encountered the fabric barrier.

Lena felt high, awash in the sensation of a man almost losing his control when…

…R-R-R-R-R-R-R-r-r-r-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-p!

The sound of her panties being torn from her body was perhaps one of the sexiest sounds she'd ever heard in her life and she gasped aloud at the feeling of now having nothing between the two of them.  They were now completely skin to skin.

Antoine hugged her tightly with one arm as he continued his desperate kiss, his tongue dueling with Lena's as they both fought impossibly to get a millimeter closer to each other.

But when Antoine's other hand slip down towards Lena's cleft and she heard him growl at her wetness, she then knew that was the sexiest sound she'd ever heard and would ever hear.

His fingers slipped easily past her outer lips and again, Antoine cursed.  He'd never felt so torn.  He had enjoyed worshipping her breasts.  He had been in awe of Lena's tongue and lips on his skin.  He had relished their almost savage kisses as they each seemed to feed off each other's excitement.

But finding her so moist and slick was nearly his undoing.

Antoine rolled them over on the massive bed, flipping their positions so that Lena was now on her back… and she knew now he would feast on another part of her.  Lena gazed up at him, his long hair deliciously disheveled and his eyes glittering.  She swallowed hard as she felt him begin the same downward trail that she'd taken on him just a few moments before.  And in spite of her need to feel him giving her more pleasure, she felt butterflies in her stomach as he sensuously ran his hands along her body, making her need more and more of him.

He nuzzled her bellybutton with his nose and nipped at it with his teeth.  He planted kisses on each of her hip bones, dragging his bearded cheeks against the satin of her belly and smiling to himself as her body shuddered.

Antoine draped her legs open slightly, running his hands along the length of her lush thighs.  He caressed the backs of her knees and watched as her leg muscles flexed at his soft touch.  He continued trailing his strong hands along her smooth legs, squeezing her calves and tugging at her ankles.

He traveled his tongue along the inner side of where one thigh met the other, planting kisses on her closed lips and inhaling her musky scent.  He ran his fingers through her short dark curls, continually kissing and nipping at the tender skin there.

He took the tip of his tongue and pressed it against where her lips met.  He lapped up and down until Lena's shudders and shivers widened her legs a bit more and her most tender spot was revealed.  He suckled on her musky sweetness, her sighs and cries of pleasure driving him.  He softly brushed his teeth against the tiny tip of cloaked skin, his tongue coaxing it out from under the hood, nibbling at the fruit of her womanhood as he firmly grasped her thighs to keep her from bucking away from him.

His soft lips and rough touch were bringing her dangerously close to her release.  She clutched the bedsheets with one small fist while the other tangled itself in Antoine's ink-black curls. Lena's body began to break out in a sheen of sweat as Antoine drove her over the edge.

He dragged his tongue along the length of her sweet entrance several mores time… and then felt her body buck off the bed as her climax took over her muscle control.  She cried out, "Oh… oh… oh… my… god!"

As her body continued to shudder in delight, Antoine brought his body back up, warming her as her body cooled slightly from her exertions.

Lena's hands released Antoine's hair and the bedsheets, only to slide down the length of his powerful back to clutch at his perfectly shaped ass.

"Please," she whispered.

"Don't you want to rest, bella?" he asked with both concern and humor.

"Please," Lena said breathlessly yet insistently.

Antoine guided himself into her, kissing her lips as he began slipping himself within her hot core.  The taste of her on Antoine's lips was so erotic, she moaned loudly and tried coaxing him deeper with urgent squeezes from her hands and her internal muscles.

He continued to dip himself further into her, inch by inch.  But Lena couldn't bear the slow delicious torture, so she hugged his large muscular form to her, feeling his hard muscles flexing under his smooth skin pressing into her own as the space between them disappeared.

"What would you have me do next, bella?"

"More," she pleaded wantonly.

"More?" he asked huskily.

"Please.  More.  Harder.  I won't break."

A sexy, wicked smile emerged on his face.  And with that request, he rose up on his knees and grasped her shapely legs, bracing them in the crooks of his arms.

She nearly squealed with delight as she felt him deeper within her and appreciated the contrast of his darkly tanned skin against her soft olive complexion.

His thrusts angled deeply into her and the trail of dark hair along his groin teased her clit mercilessly, creating friction that drove her wild.  She gazed up at him and ran her fingers along his flat male nipples, feeling them pebble at her touch and hearing Antoine moan in pleasure.

Now it was her turn to ask breathlessly, "Tell me what you want."

At this depth, he wouldn't last long, her hot slick muscles grabbed his shaft like a velvet fist.  He had avoided a certain image in his mind, for he knew it would finish him.  But they were both more than ready.

He groaned aloud, "Your legs, wrap your legs around me, Lena bella."

She began to raise her legs away from his elbows and rest her feet on his lower back.  Even in the cloud of pleasure she was in, she reached up to undo the tiny buckle on one.

"No, bella," he pleaded, "… please… keep them on."

She hesitated, smirking slightly at the idea.  "But my high heels, I don't want to hurt you."

Antoine leaned down, pressing his full length into her center, kissed her feverishly.  "Bella, please, I need you to leave them on… you won't hurt me."

She finished draping her legs around him, resting her feet softly on his lower back.  He gazed down, watching as her breasts sloped softly with each of his thrusts that she met with equal vigor.

The high heels didn't really dig into him, but the contrast of them behind him and the soft body beneath him finally drove him over the edge as he finally allowed himself to enjoy the first vision he'd had of Magdalena Galarza.

He cried hoarsely as his climax captured him, his body shuddering as he continued pivoting deeply into her, "Ay, madonna!"

Lena rode the crest of pleasure again as she felt Antoine pulse within her.  As he weakly fell upon her, their pelvises pressed deeply and warmly together, pulling another climax from her as the friction of the hot, sweaty bodies clung to one another.

"Mmmmm," they both murmured together as they slowly caught their breath.

"Thank you, Antoine, that was amazing," she sighed as she brushed a sweaty curl off his forehead.

He lazily grasped her hand and planted a kiss in the palm of it.  "Magdalena, the pleasure was all mine."

She giggled, "Uhm, no… I think at least some of it was mine too."

They laughed together at the truth of that simple statement.

~*~*~

Fin