Rekindled (5 page)

“Baby,” he moaned.

“Shhhh, it is your turn,” I smiled, “Now roll over, and let me rub your back.”

I found some rose and lavender massage oil in my cousin’s nightstand. It had a warming affect. Nice! 
Lexi you little freak.
I rubbed it into the palm of my hands and applied the lotion in long strokes across his body. I made circular motions starting from his spine to his sides.

“Hmm, Veronica, that feels so good. Oh that is it. Ouch!”

I couldn’t resist spanking his firm little butt.

“Hey you that really hurt,” he stammered.

I put my finger to his mouth and then pressed my wet lips against his ass. I slowly kissed each one of his cheeks while my fingers gently grasped and releasing his buns. I worked my way down his legs and calves.

“Will you forgive me,” I teased.

“Forgiven,” he groaned with pleasure.

“Now turn over.” I furtively begged.

He obeyed. I grabbed more of my cousin’s lotion, warmed it up and began rubbing his chest. I let my hands glide over his muscular stomach and down to his underwear. I moved my hands all around his member, but didn’t touch it. Of course he was dying for me to play with his vessel. The anticipation was unbearable for him.

I reversed direction and began slowly and lightly rubbing his face, his eyelids and his forehead. I watched his chest rise and fall. I put my ear to his chest listening to his rapid heartbeat. He was so excited and ready.

“Pull your pants off,” I commanded.

“Veronica, I want to touch you.”

“Do as I say,” I commanded.

He listened as he shimmed down his shorts and letting his enormous member to unfurl. His cock was thick and hard extending past his belly button. I slowly climbed him straddle him so that love flower touched his balls. I took my perfect breasts and rubbed my nipples across his nipples.

“Oh babe!
I want you so badly,” he sighed.

“Yes, baby, but I need to taste you first.” I begged.

I pulled him forward and rolled off the bed so that I was on my knees. I slowly traced the delicate ridges of his left testicle between my thumb and finger and lightly tickled it with the pads of my fingers. I switched to the other testicle repeating my mantra.

“Veronica, Oh God, that feels so good!”

I held the base of his massive cock in my left hand and twisted his shaft in circular motions up and down like a corkscrew, not forgetting to massage the head of his shaft. I then used the palm of my hand and caressed the head of his pear shaped head. It felt like a velvet sword to my touch. I watched his toes flex as I pressed my lips against his cock.

His fingers wafted along my ass…dipping into my warm juicy and feminie devoid that ached for him.

“Veronica, yes that feels so good.” He whispered his breath wistfully.

I felt his hands cradle the back of my head. I thrust his heavy manhood and rapidly paddled his cock against my lips. My eyes flicked on his….adorning the way his jaw clenched beneath my savage touch
.

I then flicked my tongue up and down his long shaft, flailing it against him like the tip of a feather, making sure to pay attention to his balls. I could tast
e the sweet salt on him, reminisc
ent of the oceanic lust. I then opened my mouth and blew lightly on the tip of his cock.

“Do you like this Antonio? ” I whispered.

“Oh yeah, suck me baby”

He grabbed a handful of my blonde locks with his left hand pulling me down deeper on to his throbbing cock. His manhood filled my mouth to great lengths. I sucked his sweet hardness enjoying the sounds of his moans and groans.

“Play with yourself, Victoria,” he commanded.

I obeyed and began touching my swollen folds tenderly. I was so wet that I easily inserted one of my fingers into myself while Antonio fucked my mouth. I could feel the smooth ridge of his head gliding in out of me.

Suddenly I felt his hand on mine. He gently pushed my finger away and inserted his large index finger into my vagina. My muscles contracted around his digit sending shockwaves throughout my body.

As he pulled me toward his lap, he inserted another finger in me. With both fingers he pulsated against my front vagina wall hitting my G spot.

“Oh My God, Antonio, Oh My God,” I screamed.

My entire body began to convulse uncontrollably. I had never had anyone hit that spot. Hell, I thought it was imaginary, but Antonio verified its reality. I arched my head back and felt my entire body quake and release.

“Baby, I am cumming, Oh my fucking God, I am cumming,” I squealed, my breath burning deep in my lungs.

He quickly lifted me up and slowly but his massive member inside of me. The sensation was overwhelming. My womanhood pulsated furtively around his cock. He stretched me to new limits. I, again, began having multiple orgasms as he began gliding his swollen scepter in and out of me. I literally began to beg for mercy. I felt as if I was going to lose all consciousness. No man had ever made me hit such high notes.

He rolled me onto my back
and spread my legs wide, exposi
ng my throbbing sex. His eye
s adorned me, as his fingers ma
ssage my pink treasures. I watched as he fed me his magnificence, thrusting deeper and deeper into my sex. His hands squandered around my butt cheeks spreading them wide; He inserted his finger into my tiny virgin ass. The sensation sent me into a euphoric delirium. He gyrated harder, deeper, savagely, thrusting me with his pulsating thickness. My pussy oozed relententless, as his finger probed my ass. I could feel he was on the verge of exploding. His breath was lost in mine.

“Yes oh my God fuck me,” I begged. “I want to feel your hot cum explode inside of me.”

“Oh Veronica, I am going to—to” he groaned. His voice turned to wild groans of pleasure.

I suddenly felt his penis stiffen and began flexing wildly. As his sweet nectar pounded inside of me, my body shot into another orgasm, taking my breath away. My stomach rose up and down feverishly. His body mirrored mine.

“I can hardly breathe,” I panted.

   “Me too,” Antonio echoed. With a devilish grin, he grabbed me and set me on his lap. Unbelievable, his furtive cock was still hard. He began to probe my perineum sending one more round of shock waves rippling through my body.

Antonio and I collapsed…breathless and giggling at our loves first touch. I was so comfortable around him. I felt like we had known each other a longtime. I couldn’t shake the feeling.

“I have a confession, my love,” he whispered in a low baritone voice.

“I thought you didn’t have any dark secrets?” I sarcastically smiled.

“Well!” He furrowed, a hint of concernment crossed his face.

My heart sank.
Not Antonio. Please not Antonio

“Veronica, they are not deep dark secrets. They are simply lost memories in which I would like to remind you,” he comforted.

“What do you mean?” wiping tears from eyes.

“Remember that card I put on your cousin’s nightstand.”

“Yes, I couldn’t believe you went to the store and bought it for me.”

“I didn’t,” he quietly replied.

“I don’t understand.” I wistfully stated.

“Veronica, I have had that card for thirty years. It is a picture      of us.”

“What, that is impossible,” I exclaimed, “it looks like new.”

“That is because I never took it out of the plastic.”

“Think back. Really think back. When we were children, our families met during a photo shoot. You and I met. Your father actually inspired me to play the guitar.”

“Get out of here. You have to be joking.” I wheezed.

“No, really think about it.”

“So, you have known me this whole time?”

“No. I actually realized it last night. I have had that picture card for years in a childhood memory box which I misplaced. When Maria died, I had to go through her closet. As I was shuffling through her items, I found my memory box. I had forgotten all of the items that I had placed inside of it. Guess I am a pack rat with the sentimental things.”

When I came across the picture card, my mind drifted back. I was so happy and excited to be at the beach. When we were there I was too young to hardly care about being in a photo shoot, if you know what I mean.”

“Yes. Oh my gosh, wait a minute. I am starting to remember. Sorry…I didn’t remember it was so long ago. And, it’s just that I had done so, so so many photo shoots—” Wow that sounded a bit conceited—“as a young girl, but this one was different, I am vaguely remembering because, yes it was at the beach.” I sat up higher on the pillows to gain some leverage in our conversation. “Please keep talking.”

“The man who took our picture was Dave Hamstein. He was getting ready to start a card company and wanted our picture as his signature card for that year. My dad had mailed a baby picture of me to a radio station conducting a contest for baby beach models. According to my father, Dave saw my picture and new I was the child for the job.”

“I don’t remember the part about my parents entering a radio contest.”

“That’s because they didn’t,” he smiled that sexy grin, “My dad told me that your father was Dave’s lawyer. My Dad told me that when Mr. Hamstein was creating his company I with your father’s legal advice, he looked up your dad’s family photograph and noticed you. He immediately asked your father’s permission to allow you to be photographed.”

“Oh my, I remember my dad coming home one day saying kids were going to the beach. Vikki is going to be a big Star. Wow, I actually remember that. But he never told me it was an actual photo shoot.”

“That’s right….Well, maybe he didn’t want you to get a big head and all…with all those other photo shoots you were doing.” Antonio laughed. “What a small world.” He hummed.

“But why didn’t the cards every get massed produced?”

“Well, that is a very sad story. In which you know a part of it.”

“What do you mean?  What are you saying?”

“Shortly after the photo shoot Mr. Hamstein fell on very tough times. His wife died and he sunk into a major depression. Your father, being a compassionate man, helped him for years. Your dad actually assisted him for ten years,” he reflectively shared.

“My Dad helped him for ten years? We never knew!”

“Mr. Hamstein was a proud man and your father respected his dignity.”

“What else happen?” I inquired kissing his mocha cheek.

“This part is hard to tell you, Veronica.”

“It’s okay. Continue.”

On December 21, 1982, your father and Mr. Hamstein were on their way to finally publish Mr. Hamstein’s cards.”

“I know this date. Please stop.” I cried. Tears began to stream from my face.

“I am sorry,” he softly whispered.

“But
how? How could you know so much? What kind of game are you playing,” I barked rudely.

“Veronica, please. This is not a game. I told you I found my memory box. I told you I found the card inside. What I didn’t tell you was that I found my journal. When I was a young boy, I would journal. One of my favorite things to journal was my conversations with my dad.”