OOM: Miami

[latino_menace]

Ramon is very fond of his island. But lets face it, there's not a lot to do. That's all well and good when you just want to sit and soak up rays or swim or take the boat out. When Fi's here, there's sex. But she's not here all the time and he's a restless sort. All this quiet is getting on his nerves.

So when Fi comes through the door, he's dressed and ready to leave.

'Lets go to Miami.'

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[latino_menace]

A corner of his mouth turns up and he walks up behind her, running his hands up her sides and bringing them to rest on her tits.

'Oh, you know?, do you?'

His caress is gentle but insistent; there's no way her movement could have no effect on him.

'Think a lot of yourself, don't you?'

[justcallmefee]

Just inside the door of the bedroom now, and she's kicking her shoes off, leaning back against the broad expanse of his chest.

"I know you want me," she purrs.

Her hands lift to touch his face, tracing the line of his jaw, moving on to weave in his hair, pulling him down to her.

"And I know, I can't ever get enough of you, caro."

[latino_menace]

'Yeah, you've proved that often enough.'

He leans in and kisses her, still soft but carrying that undertone of want. His mind slips back to the club and he's getting hard again just thinking about it.

[justcallmefee]

She turns in his embrace, sinking into that kiss, the heat and hunger in his touch. Everything about him feels good, and here in the quiet of her own bedroom, she can focus on every little breath, every touch. She presses against him from shoulder to knee, and it's still not close enough.

Between breaths, she whispers, steering him towards the bed. "Enough? Have you had enough?"

[latino_menace]

'Do I look like I've had enough?'

His hands are on her ass as he walks her backwards, lips on her throat as he holds her hard against him. When her calves hit the mattress he stops, takes her hand and presses it between his legs.

'Do I feel like I've had enough?'

[justcallmefee]

The feel of his lips on her throat takes her breath away, and when he guides her hand down, she moans aloud. Her hand closes around his hard length, pressing her palm down along that ridge. Even through the fabric, she can feel how hard he is. She can feel the heat of his blood.

She sinks down to sit on the mattress, deft fingers undoing his buckle, still holding his gaze as she pushes his trousers down over his hips. Soft fingertips caress him from crown to base before she takes him in hand, her grip firm and knowing, her thumb finding that sweet spot without any conscious thought.

"Never enough," she breathes, lips brushing against the ruddy head, tasting him. "Can't ever get enough of you."

[latino_menace]

His breath leaves him as her lips touch him, there's a small sound of appreciation as her thumb rubs over that little spot that lights him up all over.

'Take your dress off. I want to see you in those suspenders.'

[justcallmefee]

She closes her eyes, giving him a small nod. The sound of his voice makes her shiver, makes her heart race. But she's right here, and she can't help but taste his skin. Just one kiss, wet and lingering, savouring the feel of him under her tongue. Her hand finds his hip and she puts a little space between them.

"Unzip me?"

She lifts her hair off the back of her neck, turning where she sits to let him help undress her.

[latino_menace]

He does, slowly, then bends to kiss her neck and slide a hand under the loose fabric to take her breast again. He wants her on her knees for him but he can't resist touching her. She has outstanding tits.

[justcallmefee]

She lets out a sigh, long and low, leaning into his touch. She slips out of the dress, sliding it down over her waist, rising just enough to push it down over her hips. It falls to the floor and she steps out of it, leaving her in nothing but a bra, garters and stockings. She's already reaching for him, pulling him close again.

"Take your shirt off."

She wants his mouth on her skin, wants his mouth at her breast, wants to feel his arms around her, skin against skin. But she wants this too, wants the rich musk of his skin in her nose, wants that impossibly soft velvet over iron against her lips, sliding over her tongue.

[latino_menace]

He has to resist the urge to moan at the sight of her wearing that. Jesus. There's a nip at her skin and he murmurs,

'Don't you take anything else off. Now how about you let me feel how fucking hot your mouth is...'

before straightening and slowly unfastening the buttons on his shirt, watching her all the time.

[justcallmefee]

She holds his gaze, hands already moving, drawing him close. She takes him between her lips, soft and sure, knowing just how he likes to be touched. Her hands smooth over his lower belly, over his hips, holding him at bay. Just the crown at first, and then more, slowly. Her tongue plays him like an instrument, making his skin sing.

There's a soft moan from her throat as she takes him in, a pure sound telling him that she does this, not because he tells her to, but because she wants to.

[latino_menace]

He lets his shirt hang open because taking it off properly would distract him from what she's doing and he doesn't want that, no, not even for a second. His head falls back and hangs back for a moment or four, his hands resting gently either side of her head. He doesn't try to hurry her up, he knows that she's amazing at this and knows she'll do right by him. All he has to do is stand here and enjoy it, quietly moaning his appreciation.

[justcallmefee]

She loves this, loves the feel of his hands in her hair, loves the sounds he makes as she draws back, her tongue bringing him along at a delicious languid pace. She breathes him in, her hand caressing down between his legs, fondling his bollocks, weighing them, giving them a gentle squeeze. The fleshy tip of his cock presses along her palate, her tongue pressing against him, keeping him there. No rush, taking her time, savouring him.

There's a long mirror standing in the corner, and when he turns his head, he can watch what she's doing to him, can see the length of her body as she rocks into him.

[latino_menace]

He does watch, of course he does. She's dressed like something from one of his fantasies, sucking him off with a skill that's so deft he almost can't stand it. She seems to know exactly when to push it along, when to back off to draw him out, when to flick her tongue right where he wants it. The room is silent but for his heavy breathing and the soft sucking sound of her mouth running up and down him, there's no distraction from the slow onslaught of pleasure she's pulling from him. And he wouldn't want it any other way. There's no one to watch them here, nowhere to go to, they can just enjoy each other for as long as they like.

[justcallmefee]

She could do this forever, lost in pleasing him, teasing him in the best possible way, but eventually, her own desire begins to assert itself. She closes her left hand around the base of his cock, and her right disappears between her own legs. Just a little touch, just something to ease the ache.

Her own touch is not enough. Gently, she pulls back, looking up at him.

"Come lie down. I want your hands."

[latino_menace]

He nods, kicking away his pants and dropping the shirt off his shoulders. Then he holds out a hand to help her up and walks to the bed, sitting down on the edge and, for a moment, just looking at her.

She looks really fucking good like this.

[justcallmefee]

She can't help the shy little smile on her lips. There's something about that look that makes her feel so vulnerable. She knows, rationally, there is no deeper emotion than a man looking at a beautiful woman and appreciating what he sees, but when he holds her hand and takes it slow, she remembers why she quit resisting it. (She wishes, sometimes, in moments far distant from ones like these, that she was just a party girl, too stupid to know the difference between lust and real passion. This feels like real passion to her. This feels like something worth fighting for.)

She keeps hold of his hand, guiding it to her hip. She looks down into his face, idly drawing her fingers through his hair, wishing with every fibre of her being that he could just feel what she's feeling right now. Because it's better than any drug, better than any high, better than anything she has words for.

She loves it when he sits for her, because she only has to bend her head a little to catch his mouth in a kiss, gentle for all the passion that burns behind it.

[latino_menace]

He likes this. The gentle kiss, her standing, only one hand on her body. It's arousing in a quiet way, not like the usual overt need they tend to show each other.

So he doesn't pull her closer and his free hand rests on his cock rather than reaching for her. But he does touch her as they kiss, sliding his hand from her hip over her leg, trailing fingertips over the top of her stocking before moving upwards to stroke between her thighs. He moans quietly when he feels her wet and ready for him, turned on even further when he thinks about how many times he's already had her today and she still wants more.

[justcallmefee]

There's a small shuddering breath on her lips as he touches her, and her hand rises to rest on his shoulder, steadying herself. Just the sound of his voice is enough to make her knees go weak. This is enough, just this kiss. She could be happy with this, but no, she can feel the energy in his skin. His desire is a palpable wave of heat, a delicious slow burn matched and mated with her own hunger.

Her hips press forward against his hand, and she deepens the kiss. Her breasts brush against his chest as she gently urges him to lie back on the bed, in their own time.

[latino_menace]

He lets her push him back; even as they're moving he's sliding a finger into her and his other hand hooks the top of her bra cup and pulls it down, exposing one breast because he wants to hold it and feel it against his chest. There's no move to remove the garment though, he wants it left like that.

'Going to ride me? I want to watch you, dressed like this.'

[justcallmefee]

His answer is a low purr as she hums her approval of this idea, nodding gently. Another delicious shiver ripples through her as he penetrates her, and he can feel her body respond. He knows just how to touch her, how to tease her, how to set her alight.

"Want you inside me," she murmurs against his mouth. She breaks the kiss, urging his mouth down to her breast, her nipples already aching they're so hard.

"Want you all over me."

[latino_menace]

'And I want to be there,' he says, just before closing his lips around her nipple, deliberatly taking only that hard nub and focusing on it, wanting to tease a little bit. Another finger pushes into her and he slides a slow rhythm, only sometimes driving firmly over her g-spot before backing off again, not wanting to bring her along too fast.

[justcallmefee]

He's half-reclining now, and she hovers over him, their bodies forming interlocking curves, his strength balancing her lithe flexibility. Her hips dance on his hand, and her hands cling to the back of his neck, her gaze fixed on his, never faltering.

He can't tell which gets the stronger reaction from her, the feel of his lips and his tongue teasing over nerve rich skin, or the slow press and release between her legs. They've barely begun, and already he has her tangled up in rich waves of pleasure, winding around her, tightening with every passing breath.

"I want you so much."

[latino_menace]

He huffs a quiet laugh, just a breath really and he never takes his mouth from her tit. His only response to her comment is to reach for her hand and bring it to his straining cock, letting her see that he wants her just as much, is aching for it, but enjoying the wait just as much as she is.