Fire In His Eyes (18 page)

“Just a vibrator?”  I questioned teasingly.

“Yes, just a vibrator, for tonight.  And a little role playing, okay?”  He pinched me on the ass.

“Ouch, that hurts,”
I said rubbing my butt, “But okay.”

“You are a naughty girl, Monica
.  I am going to have to punish you,” he teased.  I ran from him around the bed, and he caught me quickly.  We fell on the bed because he made us fall, and then he was sitting up with me over his legs.  “I have to spank you,” he said lifting my dress.

“What?” I began to squirm on his lap.  “Why?”

“Because no woman should have as beautiful an ass as you do.  It’s not fair to all of mankind,” he laughed huskily as he pulled my panties down.  He didn’t hit me, at least not right away.  He patted his hand on each cheek, and caressed them.  I was getting really turned on.  Then, wham!

“Ouch!  Fuck!  Vic!”  I yelped. 
“That hurt.”

He was caressing the cheek he had just slapped.  “Nice girls shouldn’t use bad words, Monica.”  Wham, he slapped the other cheek and immediately began to
caress it.

I yelped again, but didn’t curse t
his time. I was getting into it; the pleasure pain combo was heady.  I was getting wet.

“Do you like it, Monica?”
he asked.  From his voice, and the erection pressing into my rib cage, I knew he did.

“
Yes,” I whispered. 

Wham!

“Ouch!” He was caressing me again.

“I didn’t hear you,” he said louder.

“Yes,” I was panting and squirming.

Wham!  “Y
es, what?”  He demanded.

“Yes, I liked it
.  I like it when you spank me, Victor.  I love it.”  My pussy was quivering.  I was surprised too, because I was almost ready to come. 

“Good girl.  Now you can be rewarded.”  He pushed me off him.
I stood in front of him between him and his dresser. “Take off your clothes.  I want to fuck you in that beautiful ass again tonight, and shove this vibrator up your pussy so far you are going to fucking see stars.  Do you want me to do that, Monica?”  I was already stripping.

He placed my hands on the dresser
and made me spread my legs wide.  I could see myself in the mirror and I could see him behind me. My brown eyes were alight with desire.  His blue eyes were in flames.  He began with the vibrator, inserting it into me, and withdrawing it a couple of times until I was groaning, swaying back and forth and pushing down on it.  I looked at myself in his mirror again.  I was so wanton, my hair a wreck falling across my face, skin flushed, ass sore, but climbing every second towards that peak.  He left the vibrator in me, and positioned the clitoral stimulator over my clit.  He encouraged me to scoot lower so that I was really jerking and feeling the pressure building.  He quickly lubed himself, held on to my hips, and pushed once then twice.  I wasn’t completely ready for him in my ass.  It hurt.  It felt awesome.  He pumped into me like he was a using a jack hammer.  I felt his cock all the way, every glorious inch of it up my ass, I felt it hit and jostle the vibrator.  “Move, Monica,” he screamed.  I really began to move, pushing my ass into his cock, and we soared together.  Holy hell, when the explosion came, I did see stars.  Tons of fucking stars.

Summer was
finally here.  And, it was both a good thing and a bad thing.  It meant two months of sunshine, beaches, and more time for fun.  But, it also meant a lot of time to miss spending that time with Victor.  It also meant my yearly trip to visit my father in Maine.  I went every year for a week, my sister and I, and it was falling on the one weekend a month Victor had off to be with me.

“Don’t worry about it, baby.  I’ll try to switch things up.  I’ll see if I can get away a bit on Saturday when you come back, and pick you up at the airport.”

“I’d love that,” I stated.  “Try, please.  But, if you can’t, I’ll understand.”

We had one more Thursday night together before, I was leaving and I wanted to make it a night to remember.  Special. I bought some new lingerie.  It was a bustier in gold with black trim, and matching satin panties.  The cups of the bustier were padded a bit to make my breasts look bigger.  Victor would like that.

I put candles all over my bedroom, and bought new satin sheets,
in black.  He would look glorious laying against them his ice blue eyes on fire for me.  God, how I loved those eyes.

I had a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket
by my bed, and two crystal flutes.  Sade was playing in the background to set the mood.  It was perfect.

When I answered the door, his mouth hit the floor.
  My breasts were on full display.

“God, I love it when you answer the door like that,” he stated.  He dropped his overnight bag on the floor and swept me into his arms kicking the door closed behind him with a bang.  He carried me to my room.  “Wow, I love what you’ve done to the place,” he breathed
, noticing the candles and the sheets.  And, then he was kissing me.  He dropped me onto the bed, and began to strip slowly.  As each item came off I gloried in his magnificent body.  He folded each item and carefully placed it on the chair in the corner of my room.  His chest was absolutely breath taking.  His abs perfectly formed from a lot of time at the gym.  His waist was narrow, his stomach washboard flat, narrowing into his lean hips, and muscular legs.  When he took off his briefs, his cock sprung out ready and gloriously hard.  He watched me watching, and rubbed his shaft.  “Do you like my cock?” he asked.

I loved it when he talked dirty.  “Yes, I love your cock.  I love to look at your cock.  Touch
your cock, suck your cock, but I love it best when your cock is inside of me.  Come here, Victor, so I can do all of those things.” His eyes widened at my words.  I had never spoken like that before.

He came towards me on the bed
, eyes burning.  He lay down next to me on the satin sheets, and I rolled onto my side, and began to touch him.  His chest was first, and I kissed his ribs, each one, and then I scooted lower, leaning up on one elbow and took his cock in my hand.  He sighed happily, folded his arms and placed them under his head relaxing and allowing me to have my way with him.  I stroked his dick, feeling even more blood rush into it, and bent to give it a little nip with my teeth.  I twirled my tongue around the tip, the ridges there that brought him so much pleasure and then put my lips over just the top, sucking hard and then softly.  I began to use my lips and tongue to tease him peering up at him, and showing him how much I enjoyed sucking his dick.  I murmured my enjoyment, and he groaned in pleasure.  I took him deeper into my mouth, and he groaned again, his hands whipping out from underneath him to stroke my hair.  God, how I loved this man.  I wanted to do all I could to please him.  I licked and bathed his cock with my tongue.  He was delicious, slightly salty, yet clean.  I stroked and sucked for a few minutes, feeling him getting harder all the while pulsing in my mouth.  “God, baby.  I need to be inside you.”

He made to flip me over, but I pushed him back down, and crawled on top of him.  I slipped right onto him
, impaling myself like some wanton creature.  We both groaned together as I lowered myself onto him the second time more slowly.  I began to increase the rhythm arching into him.  He put one hand on my hip, and his other hand reached between us putting his palm on his belly and his thumb on my clit.  As I moved and grinded, he stroked and rubbed.  We took our time, going slowly making it last.  We climbed and soared together and when we climaxed we did it together.  I collapsed onto him, my legs tucked up on either side, with him still inside of me.  He stroked my back as I listened to his heart rate begin to slow.  I loved this feeling of closeness with him still inside of me after we had made love.  It kept the connection alive, as if we were truly one.  He let me stay that way for a full ten minutes before subtly pushing me to the side, and I curled into his arm, leg over his legs, my arm bent at the elbow, fingers swirling over his chest.

“I
really care about you, Monica,” he said and pressed a kiss into the top of my head.  I loved him, but I still couldn’t tell him that.

“I hope you know how much I feel
for you, too, Victor,” I whispered into his chest.

His answer was, “
Yes, I think I do. I do.”

We made love again that night, and he woke me early and we
made love again.  He left at six promising to call me every day at our usual time, and I began to get ready for my flight later that afternoon.  I would have to hang on to the memory of this night for the next nine days.  And, it was a good memory to have.

Maine was beautiful in the summer.  Big trees, oak, and maple, scented the air.  The conifers, green all year round, interspersed with the other hues of green.  My father usually rented a cabin when we came for a few days, at least, as he had a very small apartment in town and it was pretty cramped. He also liked to take us camping and fishing like we did when we were little.  My dad was an awesome father.  He may not have been a great husband, but when it came to being a dad, I would not have traded him for the world.  He and my mother had divorced twice, believe it or not.  He was a cheater and a womanizer; my mother told us when we were old enough to understand.  He was just not satisfied with one woman, and he had broken my mom’s heart twice.  She had kept us in the dark, because she was a great mom, who knew how much we loved our father and how much we needed him in our life.  The final divorce had happened when I was in my early twenties, and I was able to handle it.  I was just glad both of my parents were happy now.

The first weekend in Maine dad took us shopping at the various outlets, and tried to buy us stuff like we were
still children.  Dad took Ana and me to visit with all our aunts, my dad’s six sisters, and some of our cousins.  We also cleaned and scrubbed his small two bedroom apartment.  He seriously needed a cleaning woman, and every year Ana and I would do a thorough spring cleaning in the summer for him.

By Monday, w
e were on our way to a little fishing village on the Canadian American border.  The place was called St. Stephens.  It was adorable and reminded me somewhat of my weekend with Victor in Ft. Lauderdale.  The cabin was cute, and it had three rooms, so Ana and I did not have to share, like we did at my dad’s apartment. The woman was still a bed hog. We had shared a bed growing up, too.  The best part about the cabin was that it was right on the water facing the St. John’s River, and we could fish sitting in hand-made Adirondacks right in the back yard.  We did that the first night we got there catching up with the old man.  I told him a bit about Victor.  Just that I had met someone, and liked him, but did not know if it was going to be for the long term.  Ana told him she had a couple of guys in the fire going, but I didn’t think it was true.  She had been spending most of her free time with Teddy, aka bartender boy.  Dad laughed and said she was too much like him, and his only hope for grandbabies was me.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ana wince.  She was hurt by that, but tried not to let it show.  She couldn’t have kids, but our father did not know that.  Her ex-husband had cheated on her, and given her a disease that had made her infertile.  She had gotten treatment for it, but it had taken a severe toll on her. She had never told my father about it, she didn’t talk about it all.  It was a shame because she loved kids, and dedicated her life to them in her work.

Dad
told us about his new girlfriend, her name was Leandra.  He liked her, but she was pushy and wanted to move in with him.  He liked his space, and did not want all her lady things cluttering up the place.  After being divorced for nearly ten years, he liked his space.  He was fifty eight and did not see himself getting married again as my mom had done.

My mom
had reconnected on the internet with an old flame four years ago and was blissfully happy with Tom, who took her out all the time, and loved to travel. My mom was actually sixty; she had retired early and both she and Tom spent more time away than at home reliving their youth.

The next day, my dad took us on a
tour of the local Ganong chocolate factory in the morning and on a whale watching excursion in the afternoon.  It was magnificent to see those mighty creatures.  We were on a small commercial fishing boat, maybe a sixty footer, when a grey humpback came splashing out of the water.  The thing was massive, twice the size of our craft, and rocked the boat.  When we got back to the cabin, dad grilled us up some peppercorn steaks and made baked potatoes.