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It was a command, not a question.
He made a vague show of critiquing her technique until the last of the students had left.
“I’m sorry if I did anything or said anything to upset you,” he apologized, though there was no contrition in his face or tone.
“Not any more than usual.” She watched him approach her, feeling on edge at this change between them.
“You know, you have an instinct for the line, for the rhythm. More than these other girls.”
Donna was standing against the back wall of the cave and he continued to advance toward her as they spoke.
“Thank you,” Donna replied, but she could feel his entire body shaking. “Are you all right? Did you drink too much coffee? ”
“No, it is not caffeine,” he said, leaning forward to rest his hand just above her shoulder, pinning her against the wall. “Es solo pasión,” he whispered.
Suddenly they were very close, their noses nearly touching.
The blood rose to her cheeks and she could feel the heat of his chest, almost touching hers. A shiver ran all the way down her body as his lips came close. She realized she was breathing heavily, almost panting.
“Pull up your skirt,” he commanded.
Helpless to refuse him anything, she lifted the heavy hem of the flamenco dress up to her thighs.
He moved his other hand to bracket her other shoulder, trapping her between his body and the wall, and she could see how aroused he was through the material of his trousers.
“Further.”
She raised up her dress further, her panties on full display.
He moaned and finally closed the distance between them, kissing her lips. Then, with an air of grave authority, he put his fingers in her mouth and made her suck on them. Holding her gaze, he slowly slid his wet fingers out of her mouth and down inside her panties.
He moaned again as he felt her wet pussy. He slid his fingers in and out, in complete control of her body. She was putty in his hands.
She couldn’t help but let out a whine of pleasure as he massaged her clit. Pinned up against the wall, she felt herself reaching ecstasy. Waves of pleasure ran through her whole body as he touched her. She felt a final wave and she climaxed with his fingers still inside her, her whole body shuddering.
Afterwards, he reached around with his free arm, clutching her against his chest, gently stroking her tuft of red hair as she slowly drifted back to earth.
The peace was broken by the sound of children screaming outside.
“Ah, hell! I’ve got lessons,” Antonio said with frustration. He moved to the door, guarding it until she had straightened herself out.
Then he grabbed her and kissed her hard on the mouth. There was a confused murmur as students piled into the class and Donna rushed out.
She didn’t walk home, but instead wandered through the hills, awake with a fresh passion she had never felt.
She had never been touched by a man before—not like that. She could still feel him on her skin, feel his fingers inside her. She felt as if he had left imprints of white light all over her body.
She couldn’t think or check in with her own emotions, could only feel that a wondrous possession had taken her over completely.
As she walked and walked, the sun kissing her neck, walking in no particular direction, she found her way to the opening of a cherry blossom field. She peeked in, a hesitant voyeur, before walking into its midst and lying in the grass. She closed her eyes, trying to get her body to come back to reality.
She heard the commotion of life, the buzz of the bees, and the throngs of squawking birds. She could feel her own heartbeat, and felt a sense of peace she’d never felt before in her life.
Now I have to have her. Antonio thought to himself later that evening. I can’t think of anything but pounding her tight little pussy, owning her body and her soul.
There was a lesson the next morning, and he was sure Donna would be there. In the meantime, Antonio spent one long night thinking of all the things he was ready to do with his little American’s beautiful body.
Chapter 10
