of space and the luxury and simplicity of the
furniture. Chinese art was everywhere. “I see you are into your
culture,” she teased him. He was standing right behind her and
they were in the hallway from the main bedroom.
“I
told you my parents would have my head if it were otherwise,”
he replied, pulling her back against him. Rosa stiffened for a minute
and then she relaxed against him. “Besides I am a fan.”
“I
am beginning to see why.” She was looking at one that was
painted by Zhou Tang. John explained that was referred to as the Tang
Dynasty and explained that the artist depicted the splendor of court
life. The figures were outlined in black lines and brilliant colors.
It was very elaborate and elegant. Rosa felt herself drawn to it.
She felt
him against her and the heat rising from their bodies and she knew
without a shadow of a doubt that she wanted him to make love to her.
He
turned her around to face him, tilting her chin to look at her. “I
have been dying to kiss you since before I picked you up.” He
murmured.
“What
are you waiting for?” she asked him huskily, her eyes on his
mouth. Without a word he bent his head and she opened her mouth under
his. He was unhurried as if he had all the time in the world. His
tongue entered her mouth, slowly toying with her tongue. Rosa wrapped
her arms around his neck and melted against his body; hers turning to
liquid as his kiss ignited the fire inside her. She felt his erection
pressing against her and she shuddered, moving against him
restlessly. “We have time,” he whispered against her
mouth.
He
lifted her and carried her inside the bedroom. She had noticed the
king sized bed was very low as if it was almost on the floor. He laid
her down gently and joined her. He pulled the sweater over her head
to reveal her flesh color lace bra; her nipples were straining
against the fabric and he ran his fingers over the one nearest to
him; watching it harden even more. She shivered as he pushed away the
lace to touch her, his fingers feathering over the hardened bud.
“You
are so beautiful,” he whispered as he ducked his head and took
the nipple inside his mouth using his tongue to move over it and
pulling it inside his mouth gently. Rosa felt the pull way down in
the pit of her stomach and her body arched in response. He took his
time and then transferred to the next one giving it the same
attention. By this time, she was in frenzy and when he started
venturing downwards, gently licking his way down her stomach she felt
as if she was going to pass out. He stopped; only to pull down her
skirt to reveal matching panties. He undressed, leaving only his
underwear and she saw the bulge in his white briefs.
He stood
there admiring her body and Rosa felt the feverishness of her skin as
his eyes went over every inch of her body. He climbed back on the bed
and picked up where he had left off using his hand to slide down her
panties. He bent his head and touched her gently with his tongue;
tickling and tantalizing her. Rosa moaned frantically and grabbed his
hair, lifting her legs as he tongued her slowly, not leaving anywhere
out. She screamed as he used his tongue and his finger at the same
time; the feeling he evoked inside her incredibly wonderful. He
stopped just before she came and Rosa almost cried out with the
feeling of complete loss. He took off his underwear and she saw his
erection as he guided it between her legs.
"I
won't hurt you," he told her hoarsely. "I promise, I will
try to be patient." He entered her slowly and she made the
adjustment as he entered her, watching her face anxiously. He lifted
her legs so that he could enter her more and she gasped as he touched
her core, staying still so that she could get used to him. He waited
for her to move and when she did he gripped her hips and guided her
upwards to meet his thrust. He did not hurry and Rosa felt the
buildup creeping through her body like a slow moving volcano. He
pulled out to the
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