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I'm sure you could.

She curled I to his embrace with a purr wriggling her body against his.

Now let's have a little tour of your home.
 
He set the bag of desserts on the floor next to the stairs. He kept one arm around Melina, his hand nestled in that delightful curve between her narrow waist and hip. He gestured with the other as he led her to the living room. Two walls were exposed brickwork and the floor old pine. Leather furniture accented the earthy quality about the room and focused on the small fireplace. He led her through a large doorway into the country style kitchen, again with lots of brick, but with a bronze tiled floor. Various herbs grew in the window. A large Madonna looked down on the kitchen table. "My grandmother's," he explained, "everything important happened in the kitchen."

His hand slid down to caress her derriere, "well, almost everything..."
 
She smiled.

It seems most of the Mediterranean culture centers around food and family.

She winked when he grabbed her ass.
 
The thought of her as family sprung to his mind, causing him look at her in a new light. He kept that thought very much to himself though. The last thing he wanted to do was spook her.

He gestured to a half bath off to the left of the rear entrance, then whisked her to the stairwell. The stairs were quite narrow, so he invited Melina to walk ahead of him. He picked up the bag of desserts and followed her, commenting halfway up that watching her walk was a religious experience.
 
She laughed and wiggled her hips a little.

Wondered why you wanted me to lead the way in your house love.
 
"Ladies first," he joked, his eyes wide as she shimmied in front of him. A distinct pleasure ran through him when he heard her address him as 'love.'

At the top of the stairs, she stopped and turnes around. Anton was still a few steps down, and leaned forward to kiss her taut belly. He slowed his climb and began to kiss his way up her body, feeling her warm skin beneath the sheer gown, the firm and soft areas of her chest. His lips pressed against the base of her throat and rose until their lips met. He was standing on the last stair before the landing, the difference in height bringing them eye to eye. He set the bag down on the landing and circled her with both arms, his hands roaming freely over her lower back and derriere and legs.
 
She closed her eyes and purred at the sensual touches of his lips a d hands.
 
Their kisses deepened and Anton was quite content to end the tour here and now. His hands pulled her to him more tightly as he pressed her lower back. His fingertips met a subtle clasp at the back of the gold belt of her gown. He explored briefly, discovering small hooks, like the closure of a bra. He undid them with a practiced hand, and smiled as he felt the gown loosen and Melina quiver.

He reached up her back to the gold collar at her neck. It was closed in back by a simple jewelry clasp, which yielded after her found the lever. He opened it and felt her gown cascade down her body. He leaned back slightly to let it fall, sucking in his breath as he beheld her naked.

He reached one arm down and beneath the back of her thighs, the other behind her back. He lifted her and stepped onto the landing. He cradled her, the precious object of his desire, and carried her to his bedroom, husking, "and last, but not least."
 
Mmmm she shuddered a little as the dress falling exposed her to air cooler than the warmth it offered her.

Wondered when we would get here lover.

She nipped at his lips with a purr.
 
He felt fevered, holding her, so deliciously naked, as he eased her onto his bed. Still dressed, he immediately moved over her, bringing his lips to hers, covering her with his body. Their mouths opened, as they tried to devour each other. He felt her hands on his face as he murmured, "I am so hungry for you..."

He slid down slightly as he kissed her chin and gradually moved down her throat. Her perfume filled his nostrils as he kissed and kissed. He felt heat rising from her chest as his lips traced her collarbones and descended, leaving a trail of kisses. He groaned out loud as he felt a hard nipple brush his chin. He tilted his head and lapped the beautiful hard nub with the tip of his tongue.
 
Mmm... Aren't you a little over dressed still lover?

Her body arched at his affections pushing her breasts closer still to his lips.
 
"Not for what I have in mind," he mumbled around the nipple he was teasing. She arched her back and a breast was pressed firmly against his face. He closed his mouth over her nipple, pinching it with his lips.

"Mmmmm," he purred as he sucked her nipple further into his mouth. She shuddered so beautifully as he teased her. He ran his tongue round and round her hardness, experimenting, repeating those things which brought her pleasure.

When she was particularly vocal, he shifted and slid into her cleavage and up her other breast, seizing her other nipple with his lips. He began to tease again, but more roughly Her arousal was mounting quickly. After a few more minutes of play, he began to kiss lower, his lips tracing down her taut waist. He could smell her wetness before his lips touched her mons. He was forcing himself to go slow, but gave in and gasped as his tongue ran along her wet furrow for the first time.
 
She felt her entire body tense then relax at the lick. Biting her lip she whimpered in pure desire.

Love...

Her head tossed back as her eyes closed hands reaching to gently grip at him.
 
Anton was dizzy as he slowly ran his tongue up and down her furrow. Her taste was rich and earthy, and he groaned in pleasure. He slid along one side of her labia, and then the other, circling her sex repeatedly, before returning to her center. He flicked her opening, dipping his tongue inside her, before moving up again. He felt her hands in his hair as his lips circled her clit and sucked gently.
 
Her head tossed back hands gripping his hair as she gasped at the feeling of his tongue. Her eyes closed as she purred.


Yes...

Her hips arched pressing against him eagerly.
 
Mmmm, the word a man loves to hear when he is pleasuring his love, "yes!"

Anton felt her hips rise, pressing her sex against his lips. He responded by beginning to lap her clit directly. His hands clasped her legs, as he felt her muscles move, her hips move. His mouth moved with her, his tongue lapping her slowly steadily. His cock throbbed below, aching for her to cum.
 
She gasped her body seemed to have a mind of its own as she gripped at him and her hips moved to keep him sealed to her. Her eyes closed for a moment then opened as she lifted her head to watch him. A smile gracing her lips and her breaths a ragged primal moan of sheer pleasure.
 
The feeling that he was being watched and her sensuously animal moan caused him to glance up, over the neatly trimmed hair covering her mons, over the flat hardness of her abs, and between the swells of her breasts, to see her looking at him. He looked wolfishly into her eyes, wanting make her mad with pleasure, wanting her to cum.

He lowered his lips around her clit again and sucked. His tongue lapped the sensitive flesh, trapped by his lips. A joy came to his eyes as he saw hers become unfocused and her chest heave. Cum for me Love...
 
Gasping she laid back her hands gripping him tightly as orgasm begins to ravage her system.

Yes.... Love...
 
Her climax was everything He had hoped for, and more. The sounds from her mouth and the undulations of her body spoke of profound pleasure. His lips rode her as she moved, his tongue continuing to lap her clit, drawing her orgasm out. And while she couldn't see it, he was smiling.

Only when she stilled, her breathing becoming more regular, did he relent, simply kissing her sex. After a time, he rose, kneeling on the bed between her legs. She opened her eyes to look at him and his eyes joined her as he shed his jacket, and removed his tie. He opened his shirt and slid it off, glad to be stripping for her.

And then he chuckled, his trousers still on, "the next part is tough to do gracefully."
 
Laying there she watched him biting her lip.

Don't take too long love

She purred foot rubbing against his now bare chest.
 
Anton reached to his chest and caught her foot. Raising it a little higher, he kissed the sole. He heard a squeak and felt her pull her foot away. "Ticklish?" he asked devilishly.

He moved back, off the end of the bed, and gingerly removed his pants. He sighed with relief as his cock spring free. He looked onto the bed, at the gorgeous young woman lying there, he legs still spread, her sex open and wet, for him. He crawled back on the bed and kissed her foot again, just for fun. Then he began kissing up her calf and her muscular thigh. Only the pounding of blood in his erection spurred him past her sex, over her hips and onto her belly. He felt her hands on him as he rose higher, both of them knowing he would not stop until he was inside her.
 
Mmm

She arched her body in undulation against his trailing kisses.
 
Anton paused, reaching down to guide his cock. They both gasped as the head brushed her wet sex. His eyes held her as he shifted and entered her. Both of their eyes widened. Her pussy was soft and wet and warm, like butter. He kissed her as he thrust deep. They both moaned as he buried himself in her, his balls coming to rest on her ass.
 
She gasped feeling him plunge so deep so urgently. Her eyes half lidded staring into his eyes as they laid there.

Yes lover... Now...
 
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