radicalducati Chapter 10
Chapter 10
Max
I could only call Polina at around ten o'clock in the evening. The day was full of , conversations, tennis, barbecues, and everything that accompanies a day off from . But my thoughts were occupied with other fantasies, and I felt like I was pushing the closer to my goal.
I can barely hear her. Her voice is lost in the noise around her. Polina is at some concert, I'll to get there if she'll accept my company. I don't wait for the receptionist at the hotel to call me a , I saw yesterday where it can be rented locally. So, without wasting time, I go to the parking lot, cars with checkers are waiting for customers, and in a couple of minutes I'm on my way to address indicated in the text message from Polina. It's not so easy to get into the hall, but as a , this time it's not even Franklin's portrait that saves me, it's Grant on the bill.
I find her almost immediately in the crowded hall. Polina is sitting at the bar, facing the . I admire her for a while, stretching out the time, savoring this moment. As I approach her, I my fingertips along her arm. She slowly turns toward me-eyes wide open, lips ajar, a slight on her cheeks. "Piercingly young, - my mind races through my thoughts. And yet she's very and feminine. Polina licks her lips involuntarily, which is like giving the "start-attention- " command to me. I immediately signify my intentions - I cover her mouth with mine. It's hot delicious - I've just had a cocktail, taste the lime and tequila flavors on her lips. I crumple those , impatiently push them apart with my tongue, dive into the depths of her mouth and gently, back, explore inside. She pulls my head down, running her fingers through my hair, with all the fervor of a kiss. I wish I could take her right here.
- I want you, Baby... I want you so bad, - I whisper into her open mouth, and she sobs or a sweet "Yes" back at me. The rest of the conversation is pointless; we're driven by one for both of us.
We hugged each other and walked out into the warm summer evening. Luckily for us, the driver who brought me here hadn't had time to leave, apparently counting on another client.
Sitting down in the back seat, Polina gives me the address, and I immediately pile on top of her. I'm fucking restrained. Supporting her head, I dive into her mouth, not with a kiss, but in a greedy , masterly with my tongue, trying to taste her as thoroughly as possible. With my other hand
I dive into the neckline of her T-shirt and finally, under her top, I find the coveted small breasts I've to caress since the day I saw them. I'm sure the sight of her will make my cock even harder.
Polina moans softly into my mouth and jerks under my hands.
- Be patient, - I whisper, either to her or to myself. My jeans are getting incredibly tight.
Her lips are pure pleasure - soft, supple, warm. I suck on them, top and bottom, drawing her in, so deep that she gasps and barely breathes, her mouth wide open like a beached fish. I and roll her nipple in my fingers until she arches her chest toward me. Control slipping from me, I push back the wide straps of her jumpsuit, unfasten the deep neckline of her t-shirt, pull back her top, trying to reach her other breast, and fondle her other nipple. Did she dress this way so I'd agonize over undressing her? My desire presses in my groin with force.
I plunge my tongue into her mouth again and swirl it around in her mouth, touching her , until Polina begins to shake with a non-stop fine tremor.
I pressed myself against the seat of the car, piling almost my entire body on top of her. She to keep her moans down, trying to keep her composure around the cab driver, but she sobs involuntarily. Her hands slid down my thighs, her hands stroking my buttocks the fabric of my jeans, making my ravenous body uncontrollable, my groin rubbing lightly her leg, which she threw over me.
The driver says something, addressing us, clearly expressing his displeasure with the sexual in the back seat of his car.
Polina pulls back slightly, trying to slip out from under me, and embarrassedly covers her with her T-shirt. She does it so quickly that I don't get a good look at her. I don't let her away and whisper in her ear: "Tell him I'll pay for his trouble." She shakes her head , and I see her lashes flutter. She rests her forehead against my neck, and I can feel the of her heart beneath my hand.
As I pay, I shove money at the cab driver, not even recognizing the denomination of the bill
I pulled out. It's so unimportant to me now that I ignore his shout when he tries to say something.
Climbing out of the car, I pick Polina up in my arms, heading for the door across from where we . I hold her in my arms and breathe in her ear as she fumbles in her bag, retrieving her keys.
We're already in the driveway.
- Where to?
- To the top floor, - she exhales. The house is apparently historic, but it has an elevator, and it carries us to the top floor, I hold her at my chest level without letting go of Polina's hands and to rub her lips.
Her hands are shaking so much that she can't get to the keyhole, I have to get her to her feet, her against me. Gently I take the key and unlock the door. We find ourselves inside her . I find the light switch and flick it on, illuminating the half-dark hallway with bright light.
I pull back, pushing Polina slightly against the wall opposite, and look at her. She searched back for support, inhaling deeply, trying to steady her breathing. Her eyes are hazy, her long , almost black hair disheveled, her lips already slightly swollen from my kisses, though I've just begun with her. I stare at the area of her chest, where my hands had just been.
I took a wide step toward Polina and opened the neckline of her T-shirt and the wide straps the jumpsuit-shorts, reaching for her top. Picking up the bottom with my fingers, I pull it up, her breasts. They're just the way I like them-small, pointy, tight, and jutting upward with pink nipples. My cock throbbed, amazed at how acutely I reacted to the girl next to me.
- What a view, - I mumble, barely coherently. Polina's cheeks blush, and I like her even for it. I unfasten the lock that connects the wide straps of the jumpsuit at her waist, follow the of her fragile body with my hands, helping the fabric slide to the floor.
- Don't lower your eyes, look at me, - I ordered her, and I didn't recognize my voice-it was and low. She lifts her blushing face to me and stares at me with a completely hazy gaze, her fluttering, her eyelids heavy with lust. The neckline of her t-shirt is so deep that I slip my under the fabric at her shoulders and, gently touching the satin skin, draw a line down her , lowering the garment. She drops to the floor, too. I pull her top off over her head and drop it her jumpsuit and T-shirt already lie.
Polina remains in front of me in only her tiny panties, barely covering the triangle between legs. I knelt down in front of her, running my fingers under the thin strings holding the panties . Instead of taking them off, I pull them up so that the fabric digs into her innermost spot, torture her for several long minutes, moving that piece of fabric between her legs through her . This voluptuous torture does its job, Polina begins to tremble again and in a begging unrestrainedly thrusts her hips toward me. I press my open mouth against her belly, my and lips tracing the hot, wide strip from the line of her panties to the deep, stretched flesh of navel. Her body vibrates under my caress.
- M-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-x, - Polina sobbed. - I-I-I-want-you-to-have-me.
I look up at her, and she tangles her fingers in my hair at the back of my neck and pulls her back slightly, trying to catch my gaze. Her features are sharpened with desire, and her small are heaving high and heavy from her intermittent breathing.
- Be patient, Baby, you're about to have a feast, - I whisper.
I take Polina in my arms and carry her into the room, where I can see the wide bed through open door. I lay her down on the bedspread and pull down her panties, exposing her tender . Just the way I like it-not a single hair on her body. Her pussy is the epitome of tenderness.
- Good girl, - I mumble, tongue lolling. I pull off my T-shirt, unbutton my jeans, and throw off, kicking them off with my foot. I'm completely naked; underwear seemed like an item of clothing today, and Polina gasps when she sees me in my bare feet. She turns the nightlight by the bed, and we find ourselves in a circle of soft, subdued light. I hover over her outstretched arms and look down at her, savoring her delight, savoring her unconcealed desire.
She strokes my belly, my thighs, then takes my cock in her hands and gently slides her hands down shaft.
- Mm-mm, y-e-e-e-e-e-s, - I breathe out. I put my hand over hers and squeeze, making my clench tighter. Polina reaches up with her lips and kisses my chest. The scattering of her on my skin echoes with a throbbing in my groin. She touches first one of my nipples with her , then the other, wrapping her soft lips around them, sucking them lightly one by one, gently. I cover my eyes in pleasure. A primal sound like a growl escapes my throat.
Both of her palms slide down my cock and she touches the head with her thumb, drawing on it.
- Mm-hmm... Name it, - I breathed out, pushing my hips toward her. - I want us to be able name them openly in front of strangers, - I barely move my tongue, feeling the vein on my cock under the caress of her hands. Polina breathes heavily and looks down, scrutinizing my . Her hand slides down to my balls and squeezes them lightly, and I growl or moan helplessly . Baby, you turn me on so much!
- I'll call him Gringo..... Uh-oh. May I? - she asked in a broken voice, her lips touching my again, kissing and caressing my navel with the tip of her tongue.
- As you wish, my girl, - I exhaled, unable to stop my hips from moving. I pulled Polina up lay down between her legs. Her hands slide up and down my body, she strokes my neck, my , my back, first gently, then more boldly squeezing my buttocks, and she moans at the . I spread her legs wider, settling between her thighs like a cradle.
She stares at me, eyes wide open. She stares at me, eyes wide open, her eyes wide with and a touch of apprehension. I admire her face, trying to convey confidence in her gaze.
I slip my cock smoothly across her belly, rubbing it against her soft, satiny pubes, her eyelashes , and she covers her eyes with embarrassment, nibbling on her lips.
I literally force myself to restrain myself from bursting into her body in one spurt.
- What are you afraid of? - In a hoarse voice, I ask her. She shakes her head in the negative.
- I promise I'll be very gentle. Look at me. Don't hide your eyes from me, - I caress the petals of her womanhood with Gringo's head, helping myself with my hand. She's wet and . The current runs up my cock, arching my body, and I come inside her, not realizing how I'm so unrestrained.
Polina moaned and moved toward me, digging her fingernails into my buttocks. I squeeze her tight, hot body, filling her with me, and I bite my lips in impatience. Jesus Christ, help me...
A muffled growl rips from my chest. I thrust, and then I bucked my hips back, thrusting forward . Her flesh gripped me like a vise, wrapped around me, and I could feel the tension of her inner around the steel-hard shaft.
- Oh-oh-mmmm..." she was writhing on the pillow, squeezing my breasts convulsively with fingers, wrapping her legs around my waist. I begin to move inside her, gradually increasing my and slightly rotating my hips, trying to expand her under me just a little, or I'll cum sooner than
I should. I want to bring her to orgasm and admire it as I finish myself.
My lips merge with hers again, and my tongue echoes the movement of my cock inside her.
I plunge deeper into her, and she moans loudly, mumbling unintelligible sounds between kisses.
- I'll call her Rosa, - I whisper into her open lips, and begin to pound her body with sharp that make Polina squirm.
- Yes, yes, - she whispers as if in a delirium, starting to squeeze me inside. - God, God,
Max... Max... Max... How sweet... Oooommmmmmm....
She moves toward me, thrusting her hips, her hands caressing me, roaming my body.
I want to get to her clit to increase her pleasure. So I come out of her, get her on all fours, enter her from behind. I plunge so fast and deep into her that she flexes her whole body, her head back in pleasure and moaning long and hard. I spread her legs so wide with my that Polina was practically sprawled under me.
I put one hand around her throat, squeezing it lightly with my fingers, and with my other I twist and caress her clit, which is swollen for me. It flutters under my fingers like a captive moth. I build up the thrusts in her body, I want to enter her full length as soon as possible, but
I'm afraid to hurt her, so I enter as far as the depth of her body allows, reaching the limits, feeling soft, responsive nature, my balls touching the silk petals of her Rose. I freeze for a moment, our union. I press my belly and chest against Polina's back, breathing into her ear, sliding fingers down her slender, long neck. She calls my name, moans loudly, throws back her head, under me, thrusting her hips in impatience. My Baby, you are so unrestrained.
I'm already shaking a little myself. A current rushed through my cock, traveling up to my until my pulse began to pound in my temples. I arch back, freeze, and thrust into her with vigor. My fingers twist the hot, tight bud of her clit faster and faster. As her body bucked in wave of pleasure, I felt her clench, her insides quivering. Her long moan breaks the silence the night. It is incredibly sweet to me, and I almost repeat it myself, feeling her orgasm with my body. Polina begins to shiver coarsely and tries to bring her legs together, but I pile on top of and keep her closed. Her orgasm intensifies and she clenches around me with redoubled force frequency. What strong muscles she has! I get an unearthly pleasure from their contractions. A of pleasure rises from my tailbone up my spine to the back of my head.
With my last strength, I linger on the edge of the abyss when I feel Polina explode beneath in ecstasy. She screams so loudly that I can feel her throat vibrate with the palm of my hand. I , Polina herself moving with incredible speed toward me, her juices pouring down my thighs legs as if a river had burst the floodgates.
- That's it, Baby, that's it, - I said, my voice hoarse and gruff as if I'd swallowed .
I want to get out of her, but she squeezes the walls inside, holding my cock, crying out:
- No, no! NO! Max, please! My boy. Don't come. Don't be afraid. Oh-oh-oh-mmm... - and I into her, growling in her ear like a wounded animal, my hips moving in sharp, deep thrusts. I like a firework of a million charges exploding inside me, detonating all at once. It feels like I 't had sex in at least six months. I can't remember when I've had such a powerful, emotionally pleasure.
We collapse onto the bed, me pressing Polina against the mattress with my body weight, again and again and again. We breathe like marathon runners and lie like that until our equalizes.
Polina moved gently beneath me, and I rolled off her and turned her toward me. I kiss her as as I can, running my tongue over her swollen, crimson lips, tracing a path down her to her neck, sliding lower to the fontanel between her collarbones, caressing her nipples, playing with her breasts, stroking her waist and navel with my thumbs. I go lower - lightly with my tongue, caressing the skin on her thighs, the tender touching pubis, spreading her and kissing the inside of her thighs. She's all wet. Our mingled juices glisten on her skin, I lick off in broad strokes, trailing the petals of her Rose. Polina gently pulls me to her by my hair. I over her on one arm, stroking her cheekbone, her cheek, her chin.
- How are you, Kitten? - I asked with a smile. She reaches for me, stroking my neck, my , her eyes still misty.
- It was so... So... So... Max. I was in seventh heaven, - she took my face in her hands. - I 't even know it could be like that, - she exhales. - I was so sweet..." she lowered her eyelashes embarrassment.
- I'll have to do better next time. What kind of seventh heaven is it if you're in control when orgasm?" I kissed her lips, my hand never stopping. I want to stroke and caress her all the time.
- I was afraid our bond would break, - she whispers. She's so tender now that I want to it a hundredfold.
- By the way, you were I didn't even have time to put on a condom, - I was actually very with myself. When have I ever been so oblivious as to neglect protection? I'm lying. I 't forget. I didn't even remember it! It's the first time I've shown such intemperance. I don't want woman to worry about her safety, no matter what it is. - I'm sorry. I screwed up. I took the , but I wanted you so badly that-" I stop talking, the excuse looking ridiculous, but it's the .
- I trust you completely, - she replies simply.
I am struck by such a statement, my heart skips a beat at the unexpected sincerity.
- You thought I was promiscuous, - I grinned, hiding the fleeting prick in my heart that and went.
- No, at that moment I was just curious, - Polina looked me in the eyes. - You explained , and I... I believe you, Max. I trust that you won't get me in trouble. I won't get you in either, don't worry. I... - she is embarrassed, then overcoming herself, continues. - I always Igor to use a condom. I know he's had more than one, - she blushes and stops talking. - I take pill, for safety... Don't worry, I won't give you any trouble. I won't let you down, - she hides her against my chest.
Whoa! And the pill and a condom... Who's so maniacally afraid of babies? We need to the mood.
I stroke her back, squeeze her ass, one buttock easily fitting in my palm, kissing her as as I can.
- Did you, uh, did you, uh. had a good time with me? - Embarrassed, drawing invisible on my chest, Polina asks, so quietly and tentatively that a wave of tenderness comes over .
- Do you still have doubts? - I take her face in my hands, cover her lips with quick kisses. - I this so badly, so badly, Babe. The reality is more than I expected. You'd have to be an idiot turn down sex like that, with a girl like that.
She smiles, purring softly like a real little kitten.
- What would you like right now? - I smile back at her.
She is silent for a while, then lifts her face to me and smiles embarrassedly again:
- I'm thirsty and hungry. I'm starving.
I laugh at the top of my lungs, smacking her nose, then her lips.
- Wonderful! I could eat a calf right now, too! - Standing up from the bed, I pull Polina up by ankle, helping her to jump on top of me. She wraps her legs around my waist, and we go to the .
I really like the way her apartment is arranged: the living room and the kitchen are a studio, which the zones are clearly divided, not only by color and materials, but also by light. I sit Polina on a bar stool by the island and kiss her shoulder.
- Will you let me run around and make you something...umm...hearty? - I purr in her ear.
- Do you know how to cook? - she arches an eyebrow. I fake a hurt look on my face.
- A real man, if he considers himself one, should of course satisfy, feed and entertain a . I hope I fit into this postulate. Put this on, or I might spoil the food by looking at your , - I handed her the silk robe lying nearby.
- Ha, it's not easy for me to look at you naked and m-m-m-m, and the Gringo flitting back forth, either, - Polina teased, tying her hair at the back of her head in a knot.
I take the apron off the hook by the closet, put it on myself.
- Is that okay? - I do a mock curtsy.
She laughs.
- Spin around, please, - I slowly turn my back to her and look back at her, winking.
- What a seductive look, - she covers her mouth with her hands folded in a boat and giggles.
I, meanwhile, examine the contents of the refrigerator.