Fire In His Eyes (11 page)

Ana
helped me with the dishes while we chatted a bit more, and then she kissed me on the cheek and left.  She always made me feel better, and I felt a bit more confidence surge through me because of what I planned to do tonight.  Victor had seduced me wholly, but tonight I was going to seduce him.  Because of Ana’s words, and my plan, I shook myself off and squashed down my self-imposed funk.  With a much improved attitude, I began to get ready for Victor.

After a quick shower and shave, I straightened my naturally curly long brown hair and applied just a bit of mascara and lip gloss, and lastly spritzed on some vanilla bean body spray.  Wrapped in only a fluffy towel, I made my way to my bedroom to make my final decisions on what to wear, and selected a matching set of red satin bra and panties with a bit of black lace.  It was sexy as hell.  Pathetically, my sister Ana had bought most of these bits for me introducing me to the sense of power these garments instilled, to make me feel better about myself a few years ago.  The week of my birthday last year, she showed up every day with a new something for me.  I wore them all the time now under my clothes, and holy hell she was right, crap on her, they did always make me feel better.  To complete my ensemble, I put on a short satin black robe, and left it open.  Perfect.  Seductress.  I read books.  I could and would be in charge tonight.  Think about sex and pleasing Victor, I reminded myself, and nothing else.  Feel your inner goddess, as my sister would say.  Ha!

The doorbell, rang. 
He was here.  I quickly left the bedroom and pressed play on the CD player.  Three Doors Down 
Here Without You
softly played out of the two speakers from on top of my entertainment center.   I opened the door, and Victor stood there gaping at me.  Score.  Point mine.  He looked sexy and startled.  He wore grey cargos and a blue button dress shirt accentuating his eyes.  The shirt was open wide at the collar revealing his amazing chest. His ice blue eyes ravaged by body from top to bottom, and back again.  He loved what he saw.  And I was glorified by his reaction; my soul needed it very much.  I took his hand, and turned around leading him straight to my bedroom the music following us as the lead singer’s words spoke the things I could never say to Victor.

“
I'm here without you, baby

But you're still on my lonely mind

I think about you baby

And I dream about you all the time
.”

I
led him to the foot of my bed and pushed him down onto it; he landed with a thump but still in a sitting position. He lied down after kicking off his shoes, and watched with those mesmerizing ice cold eyes on fire, glittering for me.  I stepped back when he reached out to me and then turned away from him towards the mirror on my dresser. I looked over my shoulder at him, as Brad Arnold’s words continued to croon,

“
I'm here without you baby

But you
're still with me in my dreams

And tonight it's only you and me, yeah
”

I slowly stripped
and danced for him dropping my robe inch by inch ever so slowly down my back revealing the red satin and lace bra. I swayed in time to the music and then lowered the robe to reveal the tattoo he had given me in black ink, with the words, Hot! Hot! Hot! above the tribal band just above my fiery red panties with the black lace.  His eyes shot to my face, they were on fire, burning for me.  As much he tried to push me away, he wanted me.  This I knew.  I had surprised him by putting the tattoo there.  I had really stunned him.  He made to move and get up, but I held up one finger and waved it back and forth, the universal sign for wait, and then I let the robe fall and flutter all the way to the floor.  I continued to dance for him, swaying my hips erotically, showing him with my hands where I wanted him to touch me.  The words to the song caressed my soul, as I caressed my body for him.

“
The miles just keep rollin'

As the peop
le leave their way to say hello

I'
ve heard this life is overrated

But I hope that it gets better as we go, oh yeah yeah
”.

I continued my dance
in time to the music wanting him to wait, and ache to touch my body, and as the track ended and the next song began to play, I leisurely crawled up on to the bed, and straddled him.  “No touching yet,” I warned.

“You’ve planned this,” he groaned
his frustration but kept his hands to his side like a good boy.

“Mmh,” I murmured seductively and bit my lower lip fully knowing he was watching my every move.

I sat on his thighs and began to undo his belt without breaking eye contact.  I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and gave him a little rub through his boxers.  He was already fully aroused.  I saw him lick his lips, and he, who was always so in control, was breathing out of his mouth.  I knew he was incredibly turned on.  But he resisted and continued to let me take the lead.  I began to work the buttons of his shirt and pulled it from the waist band of his pants, and leaned in to lick his flat chest from his belly button up to chest between his pectoral muscles. I felt his muscles jump beneath my palms as I stroked his chest and abductors. “Mmm, you taste so good,” I breathed.  I maintained eye contact the whole time.  I licked one of his nipples, flicking my tongue across it, and then blew on it making them harden, then I made my way to his other nipple and did the same. I scooted up on him to continue the journey to his neck while arching my back and pressing my crotch onto his erection.  He groaned at the contact.  I kissed his collarbone, then neck, and then made my way to his finely chiseled chin, licking, kissing and nibbling him ever so lightly with my teeth.  His hands reached for my arms but I pushed them down again, and I could feel him shaking as he fought for control.

“
Oh, God, Monica.  I want to touch you so bad.  I have to touch you.”  His words sounded panicky, strange, yet filled with desire.  He was getting desperate to touch me, and this was what I had wanted.

“Go ahead, baby.  You can touch me
, now.”  I gave him the permission he craved and his hands immediately went around me, to my back, and then my bottom.  He pushed down on them and pushed up off the mattress.

My kissing and seduction continued along his face and neck and w
hen my mouth reached his, I plunged my tongue into it, and withdrew, then bit his lower lip, sucking on it briefly and taking it into my mouth. He lost it, then.

“
Monica, stop for second,” he ground out sounding like he was in pain.  “I think I’m going to cum.  Please stop.”

Wow, I thought, and was pretty pleased with myself, but did as he asked and waited for him
, not moving until he had the time to regain control.  He pushed me a bit, and I sat up, and he positioned my leg off of him.  He then slid off the bed as I knelt there and he removed the rest of his clothes, and stripped for me.

“I’ll be right back,”
he murmured and went to my bathroom.  He came back moments later and set the jar of Vaseline from my bathroom cabinet on my night stand then got onto the bed and knelt in front of me.  Taking my head in his hands, he kissed me with a wildness and abandon that left me gasping for air.  Gripping my face, his kiss deepened and explored my mouth.  He was in control again I could see, but I let him take the lead as I had accomplished what I wanted to do.  One hand came off my face, and he used it to reach behind me to unclasp my bra still not breaking the kiss.  He drew the strap off one side and then the other, switching hands from my face to the other strap.  When my bra fell, his head dipped to capture my nipple in his mouth, and he flicked his tongue across it several times and the blood in my veins rushed to my groin, and then he sucked my nipple deep into his mouth.  I urged him on, with a throaty response.  Desire for him pooled at my core.

He switched to the other breast
giving it the same magnificent attention.  My nipples were hard little stones, and it was nearly painful, yet it was exquisite torture too.  He pushed me back onto the bed, yanked my panties off with one hand, stroked the outside of my pussy with his palm, and cupped me there.  I watched his eyes as he worked.  They were like blue fire.  Amazing! I felt one finger go in my pussy, then out, then two fingers, in then out. He put those fingers in his mouth and sucked on them, and then returned to his fingers there, stroking.  I was on fire, twisting and turning to meet his touch.  His thumb found my nub and pressed, and circled repeatedly as I began to buck on the bed, and reach for his cock to stroke him, too.  He stopped my hand after a few passes, and turned me around so that I was lying on my stomach with my ass in the air.  “Touch yourself, Monica.  Slowly, not too fast,” he instructed. I did.  His palms found my ass, and he bent to kiss each rounded mound.  “You have a beautiful behind, Monica. And I am going to love fucking your ass.”  He caressed my rear when I tightened nervously at his words. I had wanted to surprise him with the tattoo on my lower back, but thought he would take it to mean doggy-style.  From the look on his face, I didn’t have the heart to disappoint him.  I guess I was going to try something new again.

“
I know you haven’t done this before, baby.  But I am so happy you are willing to try it. Relax, and keep touching yourself slowly, circles, Mi Cara.”  I felt the mattress dip as he leaned over to reach for the Vaseline, and heard the soft pop as he opened the jar.  One hand kept caressing my ass, and one finger began to probe my ass.  It felt strange.  He inserted one finger, just the tip.  It wasn’t too bad, just different.  He inserted it deeper, then withdrew, then did it again.  “You’re so tight.  You have never done this before so it will hurt.  Thank-you for this, not a lot of girls are willing to try it.  You’re so special.”  He kept sliding his finger in and out of my ass.  “It’s going to be uncomfortable for a while, I’m not going to lie, but I will prepare you, and please you.”  He repeated the motion four or five more times with one finger, then two, and I felt him spreading those fingers stretching me.  It was uncomfortable, but not unpleasant.  He then spread my legs, and knelt between them.  “Monica, touch yourself faster, and harder so that when I penetrate you the pain will be less intense,” he spoke the words as he continued to slide his fingers in and out of my ass faster.  It started to feel really good.  “Don’t tighten up, stay relaxed.” I watched him over my shoulder as he watched me pleasure myself between my legs.  His eyes blazed as he took a condom from the bedside table and put it on his engorged penis.  Not breaking eye contact with him, I watched as he moved closer. Then I felt his dick at my ass.  He pushed into me slowly, just the tip, and I stretched around him.  He only went in a little bit, then pulled back out to put more Vaseline onto his shaft over the condom.  I turned my head to watch as he stroked himself, a couple of times, while looking me in the eyes.  I touched myself, circling my clit, in the way I liked best, and began to squirm.  He bent over leaning on one hand and slid his other hand under my waist to urge me into a kneeling position.  Then he plunged into me, to the hilt, it hurt like holy hell, but I didn’t feel anything tear.  I cried out.  He withdrew, and plunged again. It still hurt, but not as much. He withdrew and plunged again sliding in and out staring into my eyes all the while.  He then began to yell.  “Monica, make yourself cum for me, baby, hold nothing back. You are so fucking tight, baby. I am close, baby.”  I was already close, too, despite the pain, but I could tell from his voice he was closer.  I rubbed furiously at my clit, and began to really get into it as he rode my ass.  I clenched the muscles in my vagina, and he screamed, “Monica!” I screamed out, “Oh Victor,” and collapsed on the bed.  He collapsed beside me, and drew me close to him and we gazed into each other’s eyes.  I didn’t see the fire there anymore, but what I saw surprised me because I thought it looked like tears because his eyes were glistening.  He closed his eyes then and turned away, but used his hand to press my head down onto his chest so I couldn’t look him in the eyes, and he held me like that until we fell asleep whispering about how spectacular and special I was.  It made me feel for the first time that he might care for me just a little bit.  But, when I woke up at six, the alarm clock blaring in my ear, he was gone, no note, no nothing. He had simply left in the night, and I cried for the first time in a very, very long time. Then I got mad.

By seven I was running, well almost finished running.  I ran five miles every day before work,
religiously, and rode twenty miles on Saturdays on my bike.  I did weight training three times a week after school.  I was determined to keep the body I had regained after my long bout of depression.  When I ran, I carried my phone with me, in case I got hit by a car, or something.  I felt it vibrate at my waist.  I was in the cool down part of the run, so I picked it up, and glanced at the caller ID.  Victor.

I stopped running, but continued to wal
k.  I answered the phone.  My run hadn’t cooled my temper. I didn’t even say hello. “Nice disappearing act.  I didn’t know you were a magician as well as such a great lover.”  The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them.

“Sorry, yeah, that is why I called.  I know it was rude.  I am sorry. I can tell
you’re mad, but you’re making some weird sounds, too.”

“I just
finished a run.” Was he trying to change the subject, I thought.

“Oh, yeah, me too.
That’s why I left. Well, I couldn’t sleep last night after and when you did, I just decided to call it a night and come home and run.  It helps me think, clears my head.  I’m on my way to work, but didn’t want you to wait until this evening before I explained.  I’ll call you tonight, just please don’t be mad.  I know you have to get ready for work, so I’ll call you tonight, okay?” he rambled.