SUITE SEVENTEEN by Portia Da Costa
As a change from all the kink, I thought I would offer something a little more tender...
Valentino, the prince of perversity, has been felled by a migraine, and Annie has put him to bed in a darkened room with an Imigran and a bit of soothing body heat...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My dream seems to be about Dracula, only the seductive count has Valentino’s face, and I can actually see him in the mirror as he stands behind me. But as his hands come around my body to caress my breasts and his uncharacteristically warm mouth settles on my neck, I wake up.
I don’t know how long we’ve been in bed, but somewhere along the line, we’ve both turned over and now Valentino has me cradled spoon-style against him. Just as Drac was doing, he’s kissing my neck and fondling my breasts though my bra, but the phenomenal erection that’s prodding my bottom is very much from the land of the hot-blooded living.
When I open my eyes, I discover light in the room. It’s muted and smoky somehow, but the fact that it’s there at all is significant.
‘Is your head feeling better now?’ I back up my question with a little wriggle that indicates I’m well aware of his improved condition in other areas.
‘Much better now, thanks to you.’ He mouths my neck hungrily, and as I feel the touch of his tongue, he pushes my bra aside and begins to play with a nipple. After a bit of shimmying around, he shifts our position slightly and slides his other hand into my knickers and searches through my pubic hair to find my clitoris.
Oh bliss! This is my reward for my kindly nursemaid act. I sigh and wriggle again as he fondles me, strumming my nipple gently and touching my sex with a slow, comfortable yet infinitely delicious precision. No pleasure-pain games now, just glorious, mind-melting sensations and a sweet generosity of touch. I hook my feet around his ankles and arch like a bow, as a soft glimmering climax gently blooms. I clasp my hands over his as I hit the peak.
‘There… are you feeling better now?’ he purrs as I come back down to earth.
‘Considerably… but I think there’s still a small matter to deal with before we have a conversation.’
‘Small?’ His voice is full of mock outrage as he grinds his erection into the groove between my buttocks, the rolling pressure exciting me all over again. I’m not quite sure if I want to go down that route right now, but I probably wouldn’t take much persuading…
‘Well, a big one then… I was only speaking figuratively.’
Valentino chuckles, gives my erogenous zones one last affectionate squeeze, and then rolls away from me, presumably for one of the condoms he keeps stashed in his bedroom drawer.
I roll too, squirming out of my bra, knickers and my trouser socks as I go.
The lamp is draped in a dark, silky scarf, which explains the subdued lighting. But even with its glow tamped down I can see that Valentino appears 100% better. His handsome face has lost that pinched look, and his skin shines again with the soft, honeyed glow of relaxed health. It’s disgustingly easy how a young fit man recovers.
‘Let me,’ I insist as he turns back to me, foil packet in hand.
Valentino throws back the quilt to give me room, and I find my fingers shaking in anticipation as I roll the rubber down over his marvellous penis. He’s beautiful, sumptuous, utter temptation – and for a moment I toy with the idea of scooting down the bed and taking him in my mouth. But my sex flutters and clenches imperiously, demanding attention.
Mindful of my lover’s preferences, I roll over ready to offer him access from the rear.
‘No, amore mio, not this time…’ His hand on my shoulder is unequivocal, and strong. He puts me on my back and looms over me, his eyes huge and dark in the soft light, ‘Face to face now, Annie. I want to see your eyes and your beautiful face as you climax.’
Emotion surges through me like a sea fret driven by a great and significant change. I sense we’re at the beginning of a very special journey, and maddeningly, my eyes fill with tears at the importance of it.
Valentino says nothing, but his own eyes gleam revealingly, and he gently blots away the moisture with his fingertips.
And then begins to kiss me as he moves between my thighs.
He pushes in firmly, adjusting with his hips as he goes, and my body yields as if accepting an old friend. Odd, how sweet and familiar this moment is, despite the fact that we’ve only ever fucked three times before, and one of them was last night, and perversely different. The action is slow and easy, and he rocks his pelvis with fluid, undulating swing. I imagine us dancing, which is an odd fantasy to indulge at a moment like this, yet strangely it seems full of erotic power. Valentino moves with such grace that he must be a demon on the dance floor.
Arching his spine, Valentino pulls back from our kiss and looks down into my eyes just as he said he would. His black hair swings around our faces, and in the dark, metallic depths of his gaze there seems to process a series of questions and also their answers.
He and I are different, in so many ways, but we have the power to resolve every issue that stands between us. Knowledge passes through us, and as one we smile… then kiss again.
But stately, leisurely fucking can’t last forever, much as part of me would love it to. Seductive friction soon begins to up the ante.
Valentino fucks like a fury, his penis pounding me and impacting on a million singing nerve-ends. I feel orgasm speeding towards me like a fireball, and determined to snare it for me he reaches between our bodies and strokes my clitoris to bring me home.
I shout something. I think it’s ‘I love you’, but I can’t be certain of the exact words. His hips moving like a jackhammer, Valentino cries out too, and I’ve a suspicion he’s said more or less the same. I don’t speak Italian, but who needs to when the heart translates the meaning.
SUITE SEVENTEEN is published on 7th June in the UK and on 7th August in the US.
Images courtesy of The Velocity of Vincent
Hope you enjoyed that!
Portia Da Costa