Victoria

Finally at her apartment, they stepped into the dark foyer. Monti closed the door, reached for her hand as he walked toward Victoria. The force of his chest held her against the wall, he kissed her deep, long and tender. His tongue was like velvet, searching, savoring her mouth. The feel of his barrel chest crushing her breasts excited Victoria to the point of lightheadedness. A pleasant arousal throbbed in her most sensitive genital area. His tongue persisted, his strong hands continually rubbed up and down her buttocks and thighs, and at one point caressed her inner thighs. Victoria squirmed and moaned with pleasure, moved her arms around his neck; they swayed in rhythm, his engorged penis pressed firmly against her abdomen. Lips parted from a long passionate kiss. Victoria touched his hardness, gently escaped his arms, took his hand and guided him to the living room. Monti sat on the sofa and stared at this remarkable creature, watching her every move. Poised at the bookcase, Victoria touched a wall switch and a lamp glowed at the end of the room, then turned on music by Diana Kroll, her favorite. Back standing in front of Monti, she leaned down and poured brandy in snifters strategically placed on the coffee table. They settled back on the sofa close to one another and listened to the romantic melody that filled the air. One sip to savor the liquid's aroma and Monti's hands began to explore. Victoria's nipples reacted to his eager stroking, and he gave a low moan to her touch. Another seductive song began, she set her glass down, turned and started to untie his tie. When Monti took over, she rose with her glass in hand and walked slowly in the direction of the bedroom, stopped, looked back over her shoulder to entice him to follow. She wanted him so badly; her heart pounded fast, blood thumped in her ears. Victoria had started to light lavender scented candles on the dresser when Monti entered and proceeded to undress. She watched as at first the shirt then all else were laid across a tufted chair. By this point, they were sexually stimulated with the urge to touch each other. Monti walked towards her and said, "You look incredibly lovely tonight Victoria." His hands reached for her waist and drew her close and buried his face in her silky hair with such gentleness that at that moment she would have been happy to welcome the night's dreams if that was all there was to be. Monti's lips were hot and moist against her ear which quickly stimulated infinitesimal hairs to react, he whispered, "I want to feel the passion I see in your eyes." He moved to look into her eyes. She uttered a sigh through shaky breath. Bodies moved slowly in tempo, their mutual arousal clearly increased. For a moment, Victoria moved her head back then forward; with lips barely touching his neck she exhaled seductively and said, "Ooh, it's going to feel so good." She then slipped from his loving hold and stepped into her wardrobe closet where she changed into a seductive black silk negligee. Monti meanwhile lay on the bed, eyes closed stroking his unrelenting penis, her words of promise lingered in the air along with the allure of her soft scented perfume. Victoria took in a deep breath and opened the door. Her pulse raced upon seeing Monti's muscular body exaggerated by candle light. His erection nodded at the sight of her sexual affect over him. He then moved to sit on the edge of the bed with arms stretched as she came near. The thin straps of the negligee he freed off her shoulders, then moved the silk material past her breasts to fall at her feet. Reaching for a strand of hair that had lingered on her chest, Monti massaged it between his fingers and brought it to his nose. Hands on her shoulders, he lowered her gently to meet his chest, kissed her lightly and placed her on to the bed. He lay on her full breasts, hands cupped her face, he mouth opened her lips, tongues finding again moist passion; his erection felt hot when he finally penetrated her warmth. Increasingly their bodies became slippery with perspiration, the sound of thrusting and eager tongues and hands heated their oratory passion. Victoria was on the verge of dizziness allowing her body to take over to fulfill the pleasurable sensations. They seemed as one, racing, thrashing toward the absolute intensity of their first climatic guttural groans of orgasm. They stayed joined, panting and exhausted but exhilarated, breaths against each other's necks, relaxed in total euphoric splendor. In time, sleep veiled all thoughts as they drifted off, wrapped in each other's arms.