Chapter 7 — Karina Got This

There it was again. The incredulity in her face, her thick lips parting to reveal another protest, a rebuttal. Antonio pushed her toward his chest again, enjoying how her throat arched at the sudden motion. With his shoulder, he nudged a little of her robe away, revealing her neck, and her chest. Eagerly, he covered her skin with kisses, playful nips, long, indulgent licks. Whimpers emitted from her, matched with little tremors in her big body as his lips touched sensitive spots.

She smelled of fresh peaches, bringing to mind sunlight and blue skies, innocence. Antonio brushed his lips back and forth across her wide jaw, catching the tip of her ear between his teeth and biting it. Karina gasped. This time, he had to see her, and she didn’t disappoint. Eyes blown nearly black with desire, soft and still unsure. But she was not pushing him away. She was not shaking her head. She had his shoulders in a bruising grip and a long, supple leg draped across his knee.

Words were not enough to convince her of how he felt. Kisses maybe did. Caresses. He refused for there to be the littlest room in her mind for doubts about how he felt. If he had to have sex with her the whole night, he would. Oh, yeah. He was going to.

His shoulder rose toward her cheek. There was no revulsion in her face, no tensing in her body. How could he not want her? Then Karina turned, took his shoulder gently in her hand and kissed it sweetly, as if to erase all the pain he’d had and those that will still come. It was too much. Antonio tugged her by the hair to urge her sexy, big mouth back on his. She murmured his name just before he crushed her lips in a kiss.

They fell on the sofa. Antonio swallowed a groan as her back landed a bit too hard on his shoulder, but he didn’t stop kissing her. Her legs parted, cradling his lean hips between them. With one hand, Antonio managed to loosen the knot of her robe, refusing to stop kissing her for even a second. He swept it open, leaning up as his hand brushed her sweet little breasts, her puffy nipples. Through his clothes, he felt the dampness of her thick muff.

Antonio bestowed kisses, sometimes quick and deep, sometimes airy and lingering, with the tip of his tongue, familiarizing himself with her flavor. His sole focus was Karina, casting glances at her to see her watching him. Sometimes she closed her eyes as she surged in his arms at a new sensation or trembled at a kiss on a part of her that had never been touched the way he was doing. As his shoulder gently brushed her navel, she startled him by taking it in her huge hands and guiding it between her legs. Now Antonio wished for his hand, missing the certainty of the touches it used to give. Why did he not meet her sooner?

But if he didn’t lose his hand, would they have met?

Soft eyes looked at him as she rubbed the rough, moist tangle of her pubic curls against his shoulder. It was a strange but not unwelcome sensation. Sharp tingles. Warmth. He smiled as she blushed over her actions. This was trust for Karina.

He crawled back up to her body. His left arm was beginning to kill him because of the extra weight but he didn’t care. The hardness of his dick made seeing straight a challenge and he didn’t care.

Only Karina. He pressed a kiss on her full mouth, just half-closing his eyes because he wanted to watch her yield. God, she was a vision.

He tugged her lower lip between his teeth, just to feel her shudder and listen to her soft whine. He dropped kisses on her closed eyes, intrigued that her dark lashes felt as delicate as a whisper compared to the rest of her. He covered her face in kisses, in silent apology for all the times he had called her ugly. He left her lips for last.

“Antonio,” she moaned, the sound causing his dick to stir even more in his pants. He rested his head on her fragrant shoulder, breathing deeply. Her fingers moving through his hair were soothing and also oddly arousing. His mouth found its way back to her soft, swollen lips.

She pulled him closer, anchoring him to her body by throwing her leg around his hip. His lips drifted to her throat, her collarbones. He inhaled the scent from between her breasts, a mix of peaches and her personal scent, before taking the puckered brown-pink berry that was her nipple.

There was a hint of soap to her flavor, but the rest was all Karina. He drove her mad and squealing taking her nipples in his mouth, sucking, licking, biting ever gently and playfully. Her hips rolled against him, and it took everything he had to not yank off his pants and take her hard. He wanted Karina to be free from doubts. He wanted her to know without question he wanted her.

He cupped her breasts. With their size and his one hand, he did it, just about. He gently nibbled on the soft underside of her tit, licking the skin there. He suckled on her nipples until they thrust stiffly in the air, red and eager for more kisses. He lashed one swollen tip repeatedly with his tongue and she whined his name, her nails scratching at his shoulders, at his back, tearing the sleeve of his shirt. He did it again and again, turned on by her response and the hot pain of her nails scoring at his skin.

He granted her some mercy by lowering his lips down to her ribs, licking and kissing her some more until he was staring at her hairy pussy and the glistening, pink flesh under the tangle. He licked his lips, the memory of her taste coming back to him with the force of a tidal wave. “Karina,” he hissed then buried his tongue in her slit.

Karina screamed as he fucked her, firm thrusts of his tongue that soaked her pussy some more. She really tasted sweet and so womanly here. He licked the inner, more sensitive flesh of her pussy, rubbing his nose against her clit. As his name fell in pitched stutters from her lips, he gently smashed his tongue deeper in her pussy, thumbing her open with his hand and shoulder. Oh my, she was so pink and just delicious.

Her scream rang throughout the house, the violence of it momentarily startling Antonio. Then he resumed with the greedy laps of her pussy, taking droplet upon droplet of her honeyed release. He raised one of her legs, opening her some more. Her pussy rippled around his thrusting tongue before her orgasm began to ebb away.

“Kay,” he groaned again, resting his head on her left thigh as he looked up at her. Karina was still panting, her eyes squeezed shut. Her forehead was shiny with sweat as well as her chest. He groaned, feeling his dick throb.

It was the hunger to see her undone again that had him pushing two fingers inside her. Her eyes flew open, and she squirmed, struggling from the harsh entry of his fingers in her still-tender pussy. Grinning as her eyes flashed, he curled his fingers. “Oh!” She gasped, squeezing his fingers hard as if to pop them off his hand. He propped himself up over her, the position deepening the merciless thrusts of his fingers. Shock and outrage flared from her eyes, which quickly darkened to desire once again. Antonio slammed his mouth over her, swallowing her moans and whimpers.

She didn’t let go after she collapsed back on the sofa, panting and gasping softly. Antonio couldn’t resist teasing her. “Oh god, Karina. If this is what waits for my dick, I won’t stop fucking you.”

She blushed from forehead to chest. As her pussy’s grip around his fingers began to loosen, he pulled them out. Wearily, he sucked her flavor from them and continued smiling at her. She was blushing and trying to look away but couldn’t.

“You really want to fuck me,” she whispered, awed.

Antonio rolled his eyes. “I don’t want to just fuck you. I want you.”

She bit her lip. There was no uncertainty in her eyes now, but Antonio sensed she still needed some convincing. What he would do for a script right now. He was not very eloquent. Crass and rude, yes, but not with her. He didn’t want to be that with Karina. He sat up but continued to pet her pussy gently. Karina kept her legs spread wide open, but her cheeks were reddening.

“You haven’t answered my question,” she pointed out. He saw she was struggling to not melt against his touch. He pressed a row of kisses on her damp forehead.

“I have. I’ve shown you.”

“You haven’t told me.”

“Isn’t it enough telling you I want you? I have to explain why?”

“Yes, you do!” Karina exclaimed. Antonio continued touching her, dipping his fingers gently inside her. As she blushed anew, she grunted and sat up, pulling her knees to her chest.

“You won’t be letting me off, will you?” Antonio demanded.

“For someone who’s got the entire lexicon of insults for me, you seem to have run out of words on why you want me.”

Antonio was annoyed. His dick was killing him and Karina was making him explain why he wanted her.

“All the horrible things people have told you, including me, they’re not true. You’re amazing and honest. You are honorable. You care about the kind of stories you direct. You nurture other artists. You’re one hell of a woman and I’d be stupid to not want you. Not someone like you, Karina. You. I wouldn’t dream of wanting anyone else.”

He got up from the sofa and righted his clothes. Karina’s eyes dropped below his waist and she suddenly gasped. He looked down and sighed. He raised his head to look at her and found her gaze still riveted there. There was the tremor in her chin again. The glassy look in her eyes.

His irritation at her stubbornness was making him so much harder he was close to tears from torture. As he scrambled for more words to tell her how big of an idiot she was to still not believe him, Karina suddenly swallowed. Without warning, she slid towards him and grabbed him by the hips.

There was no moment for shock. His pants were on the floor and her breath was warming his swollen dick. As he groaned and tensed, praying to god he wouldn’t come from her almost-touch, she took him in her hand and wrapped her lips around his dick.

All the blood rushed from his head to his dick. Karina gasped, feeling him thrust harder across her tongue. Antonio didn’t know if he had fallen to the floor or floating in the air—what were legs? Did he even have legs? His existence had centered to the warm, heavenly glove of her mouth. He risked looking down and almost came from her garnets watching him. If she was going to destroy him like this, with her sweet mouth and those eyes on him, he would sign on for the rest of his life.

“You believe me?” He managed to gasp, slipping his fingers through her rough hair and giving it a rough pull, angling her head to better fuck her throat. “Seeing me hard? That’s what makes you believe?”

He managed to pull out of her mouth, hissing as her moans made his dick tremble. He pushed back inside, then pulled out, then inside again. As he fucked her face, he grunted, “Should’ve shown you my dick early on, is that right?”

Karina glared at him before tightening her mouth. Antonio shouted, feeling his eyeballs pop and his soul forced from his body. His shoulder was a weak, useless thing thumping on her shoulder to warn her of his release. Instead, she grabbed it, held it, sending more sensations through him. He was a goner. He yielded with a roar of her name.

As soon as she freed his softened dick, Antonio groaned and flopped down beside her. There was nothing sexy with his dick at half-mast and his pants tangled around his ankles. He didn’t care. He couldn’t stop looking at Karina, his heart beating fast at her shiny lips, her chin and throat streaked with his semen. Unbelievably, she was blushing again, more furiously now. She was close to the color of a lobster, and he smiled.

“You believe me now?” He gasped.

Karina, who was trying to discreetly wipe the sleeve of her robe across her chin, muttered, “I suppose.”

His grin widened. “You’re welcome to do that again if it will help my case. Hard evidence and all.”

“Antonio, do you ever shut up?”

“No.”

His eyes twinkled while she shook her head in disapproval. And then there it was, the softest hint of a smile. He loved the warm liquid of her eyes, the shy, hesitant smile that did things to his heart. He would never get enough of her blushes. He raised his arm toward her, meaning to touch her, when he realized it was his shoulder. Awkwardly, he lowered it and looked away, reminded once again of what he had lost.

The rough pads of her fingertips skimmed his arm. Antonio held his breath, watching as she once again held it, like nothing was missing from it at all. They gazed at each other.

“Come on,” Karina, still holding his shoulder, got up and gave him a gentle pull. Antonio glanced down at himself, not wanting to let go but there was the situation with his pants.

Understanding the situation, she added, stammering, “Um, you—you don’t need them where we’re going.”

“Where are we going?”

Dear god, she couldn’t even say it. So shy despite her mouth. She just looked pointedly upstairs. Antonio grinned again. He toed off his shoes then kicked off his pants.

Once in the bedroom, Karina turned and kissed him. There was no time for surprise to register in Antonio, desire and lust quickly overwhelming him. Together, they removed the rest of their clothes. He admired the soft fall of moonlight on her dark skin, her breasts, her pussy. As always, he lingered the longest on her eyes, beautiful, orange searchlights that destroyed the darkness of his world.

Her hand on his chest, she urged him to sit on the edge of her bed. He was more than happy to obey and was happier still when she climbed his lap. She was still blushing, her eyelashes fluttering more from nervousness instead of coquettish flirtation. She was heavy and his legs would get numb shortly. Antonio didn’t care. Hand and shoulder skated the hard, straight line of her waist, the sensitive underside of her breasts. His dick apparently didn’t need as much time to recover as he thought for it was thrusting between their bodies as soon as they kissed.

“Antonio,” she whispered when he allowed her to catch her breath before taking her mouth again. With his right arm around her waist, the fingers of his left hand pinched a turgid nipple. She ripped her mouth away to gasp and cry out. As he feasted on her sweet nipples, he stretched out on the bed, taking her with him. They had to part momentarily to completely lay on it then they were kissing again, Karina’s weight wonderfully crushing him. Antonio took his dick and brushed the leaking head against the spread lips of her pussy, gently patting it on her clit. She hissed and he bit her lower lip.

“Let me fuck you,” he begged.

She nodded weakly. Antonio continued to circle his dick on her clit, his pre-cum mixing with her own leaking juices as she fumbled in the drawer for the condoms. A long strip fell on the bed. She moaned in complaint and sat up. He didn’t help her tear a packet from the perforation. He was too busy caressing her breasts with his shoulder and pressing his dick against her clit, nudging her labia open and feeling her drip.

By the time she rolled the condom on, Antonio was close to death. He grabbed her hips and pushed her down. She gasped and immediately started squirming. It was too much at once. “You’re too big,” she whispered.

“And you’re so wet,” he whispered back, taking her mouth.

Her pussy was tight and greedy despite initial resistance. Wet slaps of flesh and muscle filled the room, mingling with their rough, lewd groans. Karina panted hard against Antonio’s mouth through their kiss, the muscles of her arms bunching as she kept herself above him. His hand and shoulder behind her thighs kept her wide open but she remained tight. Antonio was between heaven and hell.

He so badly needed to come now. She put to the test his discipline, his endurance. His eyes were pleading as he reluctantly broke away from their kiss. “Are you close?” He demanded.

She must have nodded. Maybe she whispered. It wasn’t enough. With a hard kiss on her mouth that was both in apology and hunger, he pushed his hand between them and fingered her clit.

“Shit,” Karina gasped, suddenly clenching around him. Now that he had some of his strength back, he held close, took a deep breath then switched places. Big eyes stared up at him as he pulled one of her legs over his shoulder. His dick battered relentlessly in her while his fingers roughly stroked her clit. “J-Antonio—” she started to say, her nails clinging to his skin again. He pinched her clit and watched as her eyes widened, her mouth opening to let out a harsh cry. Her pussy muscles squeezed around his thrusting dick as her honey dribbled down between them, slickening her entrance and inviting deeper thrusts. Antonio took advantage, fingers stroking her swollen clit non-stop as he thrust three more times.

“Ah!” He shouted, fountaining up inside her. Her warmth seemed to burn through the latex. He kissed her again, tasting more of her little, weak gasps as they surged against each other. Then she turned, taking her lips away from him as her body lay limp on the bed. Antonio rested above her. They continued to pant and listen to the hard, rapid beating of their hearts. He raised himself on his elbows, seeking her mouth for a deep kiss of fueled longing before he fell beside her. It was sweet how she cuddled against him. He kissed her on the forehead and pulled the blanket over them.

At first light, they woke up at the same time. All it took was a look at her sleepy eyes even more beautiful in the rising sun for Antonio to climb over her and take her in one, smooth thrust. She was still sticky and wonderfully wet. Their tongues were slow, leisurely caresses on each other’s. Hips rolled gently despite the relentless thrusts of his dick and the tight, clinging clutch of her pussy. After they came, Karina covered his shoulder with more kisses.

Having sex was hungry work. Karina was blushing as she confessed that she would like to cook for them but she was still exhausted. Antonio would offer but her kitchen was not outfitted to accommodate his handicap. So he suggested that he call his driver and take them somewhere that served breakfast at this early hour.

Karina looked like she wanted to have his babies. Antonio grinned, enjoying her blushing and shy enthusiasm over the idea.

“Will you? Oh, Antonio, it’s just this one time.”

“Hey, come on now. It’s no big deal.” He assured her. He kissed her puffy mouth.

So he placed the call and got dressed. His jeans were wearable, but his boxers were still moist. Karina blushed violently as he innocently asked to borrow one of her panties. It wouldn’t be a big deal to go commando, but it was cold. He grinned as she pointed to her dresser.

He selected a pair of dark blue mesh panties. He grinned as she tried stifling a laugh, warning him between spurts and gasps that it probably won’t fit him. But he put them on, tucking his dick in the delicate underwear and startled that thing weren’t as smooshed down there as he expected. He loved hearing her laugh, he loved seeing her blush and her eyes twinkle as they were doing now. She offered him a t-shirt and a sweater too. Then he sat at the foot of the bed, enjoying the show she was unintentionally putting for him, padding around the room in big bare feet and in her birthday suit as she got dressed.

It wasn’t the limo that picked him up this time but a luxury car, nevertheless. Antonio gallantly opened the door for her. In the backseat, he reached for her hand and was glad when she squeezed him back, albeit hesitantly. His kiss on her cheek was chaste, a surprising reprieve from the torrent he had been giving her since last night.

It was a different diner this time. They still held hands as they took a booth in the corner, away from the rest of the early breakfast crowd. Karina looked around worriedly then at Antonio. To show her didn’t care if he was recognized, let alone seen with her, he took her hand and pulled it to his lips. But it was no romantic, gentlemanly kiss. Karina stared at him in disbelief as he unabashedly licked her fingers and palm—and was still doing so when a waitress arrived with their menus. Hmm. Even her fingers tasted good.

“Oh—ah.” The waitress looked away from Antonio’s obscene kisses and turned to Karina. “Why don’t I come back for you when you’re ready—”

“We’ll have pancakes with a side of bacon,” Antonio announced, letting go of Karina’s hand. He smirked as she quickly retracted it and hid it under the table. “Coffee for me, black. And for the lady, a cup of warm water with lemon in it.”

“Uh,” Karina managed to find her voice, but it was little too high. He chuckled under his breath. “I’d like blueberry pancakes. And,” she was suddenly hesitant, “Could you pre-cut his order?”

Antonio hated it when people accommodate him but when it was her, he found himself touched by her consideration. At the waitress’ puzzled expression, he showed her his shoulder. Her disapproving-look over his earlier behavior vanished.

“Sure thing.” Her smile was kind. “No problem.” Then she repeated their order before taking their menus away.

Karina, her hands on her lap, shook her head at him. “You’re unbelievable.”

He sat back, smug. “But you liked it.”

She didn’t refute him. He added, “You’re irresistible, you know. I can’t believe it took me this long to realize that.”

“Come on,” she said, blushing.

He had to smile. Still the stubborn bitch.

“It’s true. You’re just wonderful. I admire you.”

She looked at him then. Antonio held his breath, wondering if he would ever get used to the astonishing beauty of her eyes.

They were still staring at each other, Antonio enjoying the emotions scudding on her face as she hovered between acceptance and struggle about the fact of just how great she was. He realized now that he would have to give her time to get used to the idea, let alone realize it. That was alright. He would wait, just as long as they were together.

The waitress returned with their order, efficiently putting down plates of pancakes on the table, followed by Antonio’s coffee and Karina’s lemon water. She bade them to enjoy their meal. “If you need help, just give me a holler,” she added before leaving.

Antonio was hungry. As Karina had requested, his pancakes were pre-cut. He ate the food, happy to put something in his stomach again.

Karina, strangely, was not touching her food. Just as he was about to ask what was the matter, she took a deep breath and took her plate. She slid it next to him before she got up and walked around the table. She met his inquiring stare and sat down next to him.

“Kay,” he murmured as their knees touched. He put an arm around her shoulders, and she smiled at him. She was beginning to believe him. They kissed on the lips.

“Is this okay, Antonio?” She asked.

“More than okay,” he assured her.

They turned back to their food. Of course, he realized, flushing, he couldn’t eat now because his left arm was around Karina and he was loath to let go. Karina, realizing his predicament, stabbed her fork onto his pancake and brought it to his lips. He smiled and opened his mouth.

She suddenly smirked and took the food for herself.

“Oh, is that how it is?” He demanded as she continued eating off his plate. She blushed and nodded as she chewed. This was just precious. He continued to affect annoyance.

On her fourth bite, he put his lips close to her ear. She smelled faintly of peaches and strongly of sex. It was intoxicating. 

“If you don’t feed me, I won’t have the strength to take you.”

He burst out laughing at the red that seemed to burst from her cheeks. Her shoulders shook with laughter, a hand covering her mouth because she was still chewing. He leaned, telling her with a look he wanted to kiss. So she dropped her hand, and he licked her syrup-slicked lips. She trembled against him, her eyes half-closed.

Then she resolutely turned away, loaded up the fork and held it to him. He took a quick bite.

“It will take more than a couple of pancakes to fuck me again, Antonio,” she said, feeding him.

“Why do think there’s bacon?”