Page 76 of The Virgin's Dance
Donna felt the hot tip of his hard, wet cock rest on her mound as he leaned over her, covering her with his body. She felt the weight of him, his hands pinning hers down.
She wanted him inside her but he lingered a while, rubbing the tip of his cock on her clit. She was helpless to do anything but wrap her legs around him.
“Do you want this?” he asked in a desperate rasp.
She nodded.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“Yes.”
“No, tell me properly.” His eyes held her captive as he demanded her response.
“Yes, please fuck me!” She pleaded with him, her body hungry, her cunt wet and waiting for him.
With a grim look of satisfaction, his massive shaft finally entered her. He slid it in slowly, both of them moaning with relief and gratification as she took his entire rod, its thickness stretching her out.
Then she felt an exquisite pain, as her blood mingled with the red earth.
As the pain subsided, the sensation was replaced by an overriding feeling that her entire body might explode at any moment. She felt deliciously full, to the point of being overwhelmed.
The weight of his body was heavy on hers as he filled her up again and again, alternating between smooth, deep plunges, and quick drives that hit her just in the perfect spot. She was entirely helpless, his muscular chest heavy against hers.
She gave herself up to the moment and before long she was moving to his rhythm, reaching with him for their mutual pleasure. His thrusts reached deep within her, getting faster and harder as he started to lose control. As she heard him give a final roar, she felt her own body explode into tiny pieces as he filled her with his seed.
He rolled over onto the grass, panting, and they lay motionless, looking up at the blue sky through the branches.
“I meant to bring you home for that.” His bashful tone was so at odds with the commanding way his body had just pleasured her that Donna couldn’t help the smile that came to rest on her face.
Donna lay quiet, unutterably satisfied.
After a while Antonio stood up, dressed and reached down, taking her in his arms. He lifted her off the ground again and she put her arms around his neck, feeling protected in his muscular frame, her torn panties still around her ankles.
He kissed her hard on the mouth and put her back on the bike.
They drove back out onto the road, Antonio driving at a much slower pace this time. It was a leisurely ride, and Donna couldn’t stop her hands from roaming gently all over his hard body. Not enough to arouse, but just enough to keep the beautiful connection between them alive.
Finally they came to a set of gates and slowed down. He punched in a number and the doors opened, allowing them to drive right through.
Soon they were in the courtyard of a gated house.
This time she jumped off the bike herself. “Is this a hotel?”
He chuckled. “No. This is my home.”
She looked up at the mansion in front of them, her mouth hanging open in surprise.
It was a large white villa with the same magenta bougainvillea as José’s house, except it spread almost halfway around the house and was set off against a purple wisteria meeting at the other side of the house.
There was a fountain in the courtyard and a grand doorway with two lions guarding the entrance.
She hadn’t seen anything like it before.
Watching her astonishment, he said, almost defensively, “Not bad for a gypsy castle, eh?”
“It could be a leaky old caravan for all I care!” she trailed off, saying the first thing that came into her head. She immediately regretted it, feeling like she might’ve revealed a bit too much.
But he looked at her with such tenderness, staring at her silently, almost as if he didn’t know how to respond.
