When they were back in the condo, Donna picked up one of the long tapers she used to light the fire. “I thought we might have a fire, in October the evenings can get a bit coolish, and anyway a fire is pretty to watch.”

“So are you, querida,” Luisandro observed. He was amused to see her blush.

“I-I was thinking, Luisandro, perhaps we could have a slushy margarita? It’s the favourite drink among my friends.

Nice for sipping?”

“I’ll help you,” he offered. “If you permit?” His hand swept down his formal clothing.

“Oh… Of course, Luisandro. D-did you want to change?”

He shook his head. “No, thank you. I’ll just—” He toed off his shoes, removed his thin socks, leaving them beside one of the columns flanking the wide entrance to the living room. So polite, she thought. Next, she watched Luisandro taking off his jacket and tie, undoing the first three buttons of his shirt. Slowly, he removed his cufflinks and rolled up his shirt sleeves, throwing her a playful grin. “Now I’m ready for the arduous task of making margaritas.”

“Oh. Yes, right.” Her voice sounded flustered, even to her own ears. What’s the matter with me… With an effort she controlled her voice. “Here’s the tequila and triple sec. Could you put the ice cubes in the blender and crush them? I’ll do the lime quickly…..Aaah…” He heard her suck in a breath through clenched teeth, instantly realizing she had cut herself. The lime juice must bite painfully into the wound.

Instinctively, Luisandro took her hand, putting her cut forefinger into his mouth, licking the small wound to get the biting juice of the lime away from it. He had been aware for some time of the elusive fragrance she used, but never before had he been this close, laving and sucking the cut in her finger, the natural scent of her skin affecting him with a surge of unexpected sensuality.

When Donna felt Luisandro’s velvet tongue soothing the small cut, she sighed, her voice husky, “Luis… “
Delighted, he mused, Ah. She has found her private name for me. Without stopping his attentions, he gazed at Donna, the dark eyes becoming a stormy black, showing the blazing passion that overwhelmed him with unaccustomed suddenness. Hot desire for this woman, so unlike anyone else he had ever known, surged through his body, barely held in check by his unyielding will.

Her finger caressed his tongue for a brief moment, but it was enough to break his control. “Donna, amada… Por
favor?” The soft plea touched her deeply. As if I could refuse him anything… Luisandro’s passionate dark glance
read her surrender in the deepening blue of her eyes. Gracias a Dios— He slid his arms around her, her finger, still in his mouth, now caressing his tongue for every delicate lick, as she sank with him to the soft fur rug in front of the fireplace. Giving her finger one last, soothing suckle, Luisandro bent over her, brushing his mouth over hers in a subtle, tentative caress. When he felt her lips part for him, he deepened the kiss, licking the inside of her mouth, caressing her tongue with his, slowly delving deeper, hungry for her sweetness, her essential taste. Hungry for all of her—with a hunger he had never felt before. Madre de Dios—

Trying desperately to go slow with his kisses, Luisandro loved feeling Donna’s shy response to him, her surrender to his passion, and to the passion he awakened in her, feeling her slim body surge against his, her tongue delicately licking his lower lip. Instantly, he caught her tightly to him, his hands sliding down her body, which was lying half beneath him.

When his hands reached her hips, he pressed her pelvis tautly to his, letting her feel the hard, heavy length of his
erection. Her awed, breathless gasp excited him profoundly. And all the while he kissed her, his mouth making love to hers, finding her sweetness, letting her taste his passion for her on his tongue—as he tasted hers for him in her open mouth.

“Luis, I…”

“Sssh, mi corazón – my heart, we will go slowly.”

“That isn’t… Luis, I need to tell you…I-I’m not very good at this…” She lowered her long lashes, her whisper
sounding at once apologetic and ashamed. His emotions were deeply stirred, his heart touched, when he saw the
pained anxiety in her eyes, obscuring for a moment her passion for him. Justin, that bastard, had done a number on her, that was for sure.

Careful to let nothing of his thoughts show on his face, he whispered, “We’ll take our time and see where passion leads us, amada – beloved. I promise…it will be wonderful.” With that, he tightened his embrace and began to assuage with loving caresses what he now realized was her fear that she would not please him. He shook his head. Not please him?

She went up in a blaze at his touch, a woman so naturally sensual, so attuned to him that it took all his considerable control to hold himself back from taking her at that moment in what he knew would be an explosion of passion, a cataclysmic orgasm. To his relief, he felt her sigh against his mouth, as she surrendered to what he made her feel— sensations which, he suspected, she had never felt before. He bent his dark head over her, and again covered her mouth with his in a kiss that made her arch into him. He felt her move her pelvis against his until she could again feel the heat of his arousal, the extent of his impassioned desire for her. Briefly, he lifted his mouth from hers. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” he teased.

“And you…”

“Let me remove your dress.” Lifting her body up from the fur rug, holding her tightly, he found her back zipper and slowly slid it down. Her bra had to be very small, judging by the narrow satin band, and he quickly unclipped it, beginning to caress her satiny skin as the zipper slid down farther. Luisandro quickly stripped the small sleeves and bra straps down Donna’s arms, baring her breasts. Her small, firm, perfect breasts.

“Querida,” he sighed, bending low, hiding his face between her breasts, cupping one, delighting in its weight, and the way it fit his palm exactly. With a sigh, he touched his mouth to the sweet curve, kissing his way up her breast to the rose-pink tip, taking it in his mouth, aware of a sudden, strong stab low in his abdomen when he felt her nipple firming on his tongue. After laving and suckling there for a while, he bent over her other breast, elated to feel her arms tighten around him, her body moving sensuously in the same rhythm as his.

When he heard her sigh, “Luis, querido…” he quickly removed the dress entirely, letting it float to the carpet.

 Which left only her lacy white briefs.

“Luis – you’ve still got all your clothes on, and I…”

“Go ahead and remove them, amada.”

His heart turned over when he heard her whisper, “I-I can’t, my hands are shaking…”

“Then I will, amor de mi corazón,” Luisandro whispered against her mouth. He ripped off his shirt, undid
his belt, quickly unzipping and removing his trousers. Throwing them aside, he whispered, “Home at last—”
Home? He frowned to himself, realizing he had meant what he said. But ‘home’ was his castle. A sudden sensation arrowed through his entire body. Is it possible that for me, emotionally, home is with Donna? Shaking his head, he decided to think about it later. Now, he had something far more exciting to do – showing Donna that she was a passionate woman, very good at awakening towering passions in him, her lover. He smiled at the delight it gave him to think of himself as Donna’s lover.

With a sigh, Luisandro removed his brief underwear, kneeling naked between her slender thighs, which parted the
moment she felt him touch one of her knees. He reached down to the scrap of white lace masquerading as briefs,
removing them quickly. He smiled. It was as he had thought, that day on the plane, when he saw Donna’s pale, ash- blonde hair, and instinctively sensed that she would be blonde all over.

He slowly caressed the inside of her thighs, on his way to placing his hands beneath her small, round derrière, lifting her, so that he could give her the most intimate kiss of all. Bending to her, his tongue found the glistening clitoris, where he played for a while, dazed by her scent, teasing and laving, feeling her twist in his hands. Sliding his mouth down, his tongue parted the labia, slowly penetrating the delicate folds, tasting her at last. For a moment, he felt quite lightheaded, remaining there, her scent in his nostrils, her taste on his tongue. He smiled. She was drenched for him. But one thing had to be asked, right now. Luisandro murmured against her mouth, “Are you protected, mi amor? I’ve nothing with me, I—”

With an embarrassed glance, she whispered painfully, “I’m infertile, Luis…”

“Good,” he whispered back, tightening his embrace.

Good? Donna thought. I guess he doesn’t want children…. When she looked at Luisandro kneeling, naked, between her thighs, she sighed, spellbound at the sight of him. His wide shoulders – his deep chest – his perfectly shaped pectorals, outlined by the curling black body-hair, arrowing down in a narrow line past his graceful rib-cage – his tapered waist and hips to… Allowing herself at last to glance at his erection, she gasped at the sheer size of him, at feeling the heat of his hard, heavy length nudging her. “Luis…” She felt him bend down, felt his mouth on her clitoris, unhurriedly laving and teasing his way to the folds hiding her core. Surely he won’t… But he did, slowly licking his way past the labia, his tongue seeking her depth, his mouth tempting and seductive, until she felt his tongue penetrate still farther.

Donna had no idea whether his kiss was brief or lengthy – all she knew was that she had never before felt anything like this. He is the most generous, accomplished lover…and he wants me… With a sigh, she surrendered to what Luisandro made her feel—bliss, absolute bliss. Overcome with desire, she slowly reached for his penis – his hard, thick, heavy penis – positioning him at the folds hiding the entrance to her most intimate depths.

“In a hurry?” Luisandro whispered. When he felt her fingers loosen their grip on his erection, he hastened to add, “So am I, mi amor, so am I.” He waited for her to grasp him more firmly again, guiding him once more to where he most wanted to be, and he entered her body with one smooth, deep thrust. When he heard Donna suppress a gasp, he remained immobile, so that her silken tissues could stretch to take his spectacular size, instinctively tightening even more around him. Dios, never before have I felt so much, so deeply.… Slowly, he withdrew, delighted to hear her muted protest, swiftly driving himself even deeper into her, establishing a dynamic, driving rhythm, which she was quick to pick up. Luisandro felt her clench around him more tightly with his every thrust, responding to him as no one else ever had – as no one else ever would, because deep in his heart he knew he would never want to be with any other woman. Only Donna— Always, his control had been absolute, but this time he wondered if she would force him to spill his seed sooner than he intended.