The Party Ch. 02

Author's Note: This story continues from where The Party, Ch. 1 left off. There is a lot of descriptive sex which hopefully is enjoyable to read, but to understand the context and some of the character dynamics, you need to read ch. 1 first.

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They reached the house without further delay. Andrea saw Natalie sitting next to Carolina, talking. No one else was there.

"They are alive!" she joked when she saw Alessandro and Andrea make their way up the steps. "We were starting to wonder!" she added.

They exchanged greetings and made small talk. Natalie searched Andrea's face and Andrea knew she could read what happened. Even if not, her disheveled dress and hair gave her away. Natalie smiled.

Alessandro handed Andrea a drink and began a conversation with Carolina about her visit to Los Angeles. He was himself, the same man she had been with all night, but Andrea felt she had changed forever. How can he have a normal conversation after that experience, she wondered. But soon she too joined in the conversation. Carolina spoke in a heavy accent and at times reverted to Spanish, so that Andrea and Natalie were left looking at each other, amused by watching Alessandro and Carolina interact. There was a clear resemblance between them and they had the kind of familiarity with each other that comes with a close relationship, despite the fact that they had not seen each other in over a year.

Finally, Carolina said "I need sleep, it's getting light out."

Andrea was shocked to realize she was right. Her watch said 5:15 but her mind was wide awake and her body had started to ache for Alessandro's touch.

"Let me walk you out," Alessandro said.

Andrea and Natalie were left alone.

"Well?" Natalie asked eagerly.

"We had sex on the beach," Andrea answered, grinning.

"I figured as much," Natalie replied. "And?"

"And, it was pretty fucking intense!" Andrea continued.

Natalie nodded appreciatively.

"I am telling you," Andrea started, "nothing I imagined compared to this. I am completely lost..."

"Oh man," Natalie replied, "this is what I was afraid of."

"Whatever, I just fucked Alessandro Suarez, and I am fucking crazy about him!"

Just then Alessandro walked out and smiled. Andrea wondered if he overheard her.

"Crazy, huh?" he said laughing. Fuck, Andrea thought.

"Can I use your bathroom please?" Andrea asked. She needed to clean up and have a few moments alone.

"Sure, let me show you," Alessandro replied, still smiling.

He led the way through the living room and down a dimly lit hallway, then pointed at a door. Just as she was getting ready to go in, he spoke.

"Hey," he said to her gently.

Andrea turned and looked at him.

"Stay with me tonight," he continued, his voice soft like velvet.

She was caught off guard. Of course she wanted to stay, and her entire body came alive at this invitation, but is it wise she wondered? Natalie had a point. Sensing her hesitation, Alessandro leaned in and started kissing Andrea. She leaned against the wall and he pushed his body against hers, this hot and masculine body that she so wanted more of. His tongue explored her mouth without hurry, his hands resting against the wall above her head. Andrea felt herself surrendering to his passion. When he pulled away and looked at her, she knew she would risk anything for more time with him. But Alessandro felt she needed further convincing.

"Stay, Andrea," he now whispered. He started kissing her neck. "Let me show you what I can do to you," he persisted, in between long and luscious kisses.

"Okay," she acquiesced without further delay. His lips on her neck and his promise of unknown pleasures were too much for her rational mind to handle. She gave in completely.

Alessandro smiled and gave her a peck on the lips.

"I'll be waiting," he said in that same velvety tone that made Andrea want to rip his clothes right then and there.

Andrea went in and closed the door. She looked in the mirror. Her lipstick long gone, her hair all over the place, her wrinkled dress, all revealed her state of mind. And the look in her eyes was radiant, filled with desire and excitement. She couldn't help but giggle. She might be risking her heart, but at this moment neither her heart nor her mind could resist the pure euphoria of this night.

A few minutes later she returned to the deck. Natalie and Alessandro were seemingly engrossed in a conversation, which stopped abruptly when Andrea appeared.

"Well, I suppose I should get going," Natalie said getting up. "Andrea, will you walk me to the car?"

"Of course," Andrea agreed, though she was not prepared to be alone with Alessandro quite so soon.

Standing next to the car, Natalie gave Andrea a kiss on the cheek.

"Have an amazing night!" she told her happily. The worry in her face was still evident though.

"I hope so," Andrea replied anxiously.

"Listen," Natalie continued, "I know what this means to you. But at this point, you might as well enjoy yourself and make the best of it," she concluded.

"I will!" Andrea promised.

They hugged and Natalie was off. Andrea walked back into the house and onto the deck. Alessandro was nowhere to be found. She waited a couple of minutes, then went back into the living room. The early dawn light gave a dreamlike quality to the whole room. She heard music playing from somewhere above her. Am I supposed to go looking for him, she wondered? She tip toed towards the music in silence (she had never bothered to put her shoes back on). At the end of the hallway there was a large staircase, which she followed upstairs.

Another hallway and a door cracked open, some light and the sounds of a Spanish guitar calling to her. When she walked in, she found herself In a giant room with big windows and a balcony facing the ocean, and a huge bed. She briefly registered the sunrise that was almost starting but her attention was mostly caught by Alessandro, who was laying shirtless on the bed. She sighed and blinked her eyes slowly, as if to assure herself she wasn't dreaming. His chest was perfectly toned and muscular, the color of caramel, his nipples well-formed and asking to be kissed. His strong arms betrayed his workout routine but they were still slender and graceful. He was looking at her and smiling, seemed quite pleased with himself.

Andrea took a deep breath.

"I feel like I am living in an alternate reality," she said. How could his eyes be this fucking amazing? His smile so sweet and sexy, his entire being so incredibly desirable?

"Take off your dress," he requested of her.

Undressing in front of him was something that Andrea thought would make her too self-conscious. But somehow the look in his eyes gave her confidence she never had. She watched him watch her as she reached on her side and undid the long zipper. She pulled off her dress slowly and stood naked except for her necklace, a single strand of small black pearls. His gaze followed the curves of her body, her round and full breasts, smooth stomach, soft brown hair covering her sex, her graceful legs.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked.

"Very much," he answered, now looking into her eyes. "Come here," he added.

Andrea climbed in bed next to him and then as he laid on his back, on top of him. She rested her body on his, breasts dangling above his chest, holding herself up on her hands. She thought that she could look at him forever. He wanted nothing more than to touch her breasts, to feel them in his mouth, but he also relished the anticipation. He put his arms around her waist instead--they fit so perfectly together, his hot and dark skin against her smooth white skin, his hard body against her softness. They looked at each other for a long time, allowing themselves to feel their mutual desire.

Then Andrea leaned down and kissed Alessandro. She kissed his lips hungrily and he responded by pushing his hard cock against her. Her tongue went deep into his mouth and he sucked on it forcefully, then returned her passionate kiss while grabbing her silky ass in his hands. Andrea rubbed her pussy against his cock, wishing his shorts would disappear. Reading her mind, Alessandro stopped kissing her and pushed her gently off of him. He took off his shorts quickly and saw Andrea's eyes widen with pleasure at the sight of his hard penis.

Andrea was now sitting up against his pillows and he straddled her, pulled her towards him and wrapped his long legs against her waist. Some of her hair had fallen in her face and he slowly pushed it away. As he looked at her, Andrea realized how amazing it was that even though no words were exchanged, she felt completely connected to Alessandro, communicating in ways that she did not know existed. Alessandro wondered whether he had ever felt so excited before.

At last, he could not tolerate the anticipation any longer. He raised his right hand and cupped her right breast, then her left, so gently, as if he just wanted to get a little sense of what they felt like. Her skin was even softer than he remembered and her breasts filled his hand, beautiful, round, and exquisite. Andrea watched him as he now caressed her breasts slowly with his fingers, then taking one in each hand and squeezing lightly. Her nipples were hard and Alessandro licked his lips. He pushed her back slightly so that she was leaning against the pillows again. He leaned over and started licking her right nipple. He took it in his mouth and ran his tongue around it, over it, with alternating slow and fast strokes. His right hand cupped the rest of her breast while his left was still holding the other. Andrea felt the pleasure spread from her right nipple through her breast, down her back, and inside her vagina which began to throb. She couldn't decide if it felt better to watch this gorgeous man enjoy her or to close her eyes and focus her attention on her own body. She breathed deeply and felt her heart racing.

Alessandro felt his cock dripping with excitement. The feeling of her breast in his mouth was intensely arousing. He switched his attention to her left breast. He licked her nipple gently (and she involuntarily thrust her pelvis towards him), then blew on it gently (she shivered), finally began kissing it. As with the right, he took his time, letting his tongue play with the hard knob in his mouth, with his lips wrapped around the softness of her breast. To say that Andrea felt ecstasy would not be accurate, for whatever she thought ecstasy meant was far outdone by the feelings she had now. She felt like she was losing herself, that she was his to do with as he pleased.

Alessandro spent a long time on her breasts, moving his mouth from one nipple to the other, feeling insatiable. Every time he left one, Andrea felt abandoned but then as he started kissing the other, she felt amazed all over again at how good it felt. No man had taken such pleasure in her breasts before. They were now even fuller, her nipples red and wet, her face flushed. Alessandro looked at her and thought she was a goddess. He pulled her towards him again, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He began kissing her lips while squeezing her breasts with his hands, more forcefully now. They devoured each other's mouth, both remembering the sensations from the beach, and discovering new ones.

When Alessandro stopped kissing her, Andrea opened her eyes and felt a bit disoriented and dizzy. She looked into his eyes and felt overwhelmed with desire--yes, it was him, this incredible man and fantasy, not a dream now, but real and hers, at least in this moment. Those were his eyes penetrating hers, his hands on her breasts, his legs around her, his cock hard against her.

Alessandro let go of her breasts, but not before one last quick pinch of her nipples and Andrea sighed. He moved his legs then pushed her legs apart so he could kneel between them. Just this little movement caused Andrea's pussy to tremble. She feasted her eyes on his big cock then grabbed it in her right hand. She squeezed him tightly, getting a feel of him, staring into his eyes. She ran her fingers around the head, spreading the semen drops, using the moisture to make his whole penis wet. She started rubbing him between her fingers, sliding up and down slowly but tightly. Alessandro felt the pleasure in his shaft and his entire pelvis, the grip of her delicate hand stronger than expected, the rhythmic movements perfectly timed. He closed his eyes. It occurred to him that this woman he had just met, who seemed so taken with him, could be the best lover he had ever had. She was self-conscious and passionate in a delicious combination, beautiful and sexy without vanity, filled with such lust for him that he found irresistible.

The whole time she was stroking his cock, as good as it felt, all Andrea could think about was tasting him.

"Alessandro, come up here and put your cock in my mouth," she spoke. Her words interrupted his reverie and he opened his eyes. He saw her hand still holding his cock, her mouth slightly open, eyes calling him to give her what she wanted. Andrea let go of him and opened her arms.

Alessandro of course could not resist. He straddled her around her chest and she slid down on the bed slightly to have a better angle, still using the pillows for support. He leaned down and she took his cock in her hand again, fingers around the bottom of his shaft. She started licking the top, tasting his semen. She took the tip of his cock in her mouth and ran her tongue over and around him, feeling his soft skin, hardness underneath, now and then sliding her tongue under the rim of his head. Alessandro began to moan softly. When she started taking more and more of him in her mouth, he reached over her head and grabbed the headboard for support. She wrapped her lips tight around him, and let him slide in and out of her mouth slowly, licking the underside of his cock. He filled her mouth and she loved it. She heard his moans of pleasure and felt her body throb in response. She let go with her hand and grabbed his ass, so tight and hot, she couldn't help but squeeze it hard. She guided his movements at first, letting him go deeper each time, and faster. As she felt him get more excited, she relinquished control and let him fuck her mouth as he pleased.

Alessandro sensed her willingness to give herself to him, but he did not want to climax. He allowed himself a few deep thrusts, then stopped. He felt her tongue licking him inside her mouth and wanted more. She wanted more too, and she encouraged him by pulling her head back slightly, then back towards him. She squeezed him tight with her lips, squeezed his ass again. When Alessandro thought he had regained enough control, he started penetrating her mouth again. He felt such intense pleasure, going all the way in and back to the edge of her lips, in and out of the divine wetness and hotness of her mouth, he lost himself. He could not think and he started moving faster. He was unprepared for the orgasm though and as he realized he would not be able to stop the climax, he hesitated for a second. Andrea felt him get harder and knew he was going to come, felt his hesitation, and squeezed his balls to let him know she wanted it. Alessandro felt his body tense, and moaned so loudly as he ejaculated into her mouth, it was almost a scream. He shivered and trembled, and felt her suck on him to get all he had to give.

When Andrea felt his semen enter her mouth, she felt utter exhilaration. She tasted and swallowed the hot fluid, felt his cock twitching in her mouth, and heard his scream. The sense of power she felt was the best thing she had felt yet. He was the man of her fantasies, the man who had been seducing her, touching her, kissing her, giving her more pleasure than she could have imagined--but it was she who ruled him in this moment. She knew he had not wanted to come but couldn't help himself--she won. For once the power was shifted and it was she who was in control. She held him in her mouth for as long as he needed. When he pulled away, a look of total euphoria on his face, she felt like a queen.

Alessandro collapsed on top of her, with his head cradled by her breasts. He laid there speechless until he remembered how to speak. His head and body were swimming in waves of pleasure, and feelings of contentment. Andrea caressed his hair and held him close. He finally looked up at her and smiled.

"That was unexpected," he confessed.

"Also not part of the plan?" she joked, remembering their early flirtation.

Alessandro shook his head.

"All this time, I thought I was seducing you but I think it's the other way around," he replied.

Andrea smiled, feeling quite pleased with herself.

"I'll be right back," he then said. Andrea watched him get up, laughed at how unsteady he was on his feet, and was soon left alone in the room. She was still highly aroused and couldn't help but relive all that had happened. She played with her nipples and remembered his tongue. She blushed as she thought of her request to taste him. She felt satisfied by his loss of control. She wondered what would happen next.

Alessandro returned shortly with two big glasses of water. He handed one to Andrea who drank thirstily. He gulped down his as well, then took both glasses and put them on one of the night tables. He took a pillow and arranged it against the foot board, then propped himself against it, looking at Andrea. He saw her move her eyes along his naked body, could read the excitement on her face. The sun was up by now and his body looked even better under the glow of the early morning light.

Andrea's body still on fire, she could not help but start touching herself again. She saw that Alessandro approved. Her nipples were hard and she teased them with her fingers. She reached down and dipped her index finger in her wet pussy, then rubbed it against her nipples. Alessandro was mesmerized by her every movement. He felt desire stir in him again and began touching his cock. Andrea was in no rush. She took her time getting her nipples wet and rubbing them, caressing her breasts, her stomach, her inner thighs. Locking eyes with Alessandro through it all added to the physical sensations. She felt herself get more and more wet. She started sliding her fingers around the outside of her pussy, letting Alessandro see how excited she was. He left her eyes and looked at her hand, letting her show him her sex. He was rock hard again. She bent her knees, and began rubbing her clitoris which made her pelvis rise almost involuntarily. This was more than Alessandro could take.

"You are so fucking sexy!" he exclaimed.

He switched positions so that he was laying between her legs. He licked and sucked on her fingers, then pushed her hand away. He pushed her legs wide open impatiently so that Andrea's pussy was stretched, open, and available for him to look at and explore. His aggressive movement surprised her and turned her on even more, and now feeling her sex so exposed was more exciting still. He held himself up on his elbows and with both hands began touching her vulva. His fingers were gentle but greedy, pushing apart her soft folds, digging between them, taking her pussy between his thumb and index finger on both sides and stretching wide. Andrea had never felt such pleasure in her pussy before. She started to moan and writhe her body against his touches. He started on the sides and worked his way towards the middle, really opening her up, examining everything, with his eyes and fingers. After his initial impatience, he now became more thorough, touching every part of her pussy, squeezing it in his hand, rubbing the folds against his fingers. When he reached the middle, he took his fingers and opened her up as far as possible, which made Andrea thrust forward again. He held her like this and blew softly all over her trembling and wet folds, inside and out, the most feathery breeze which caressed her gently. Andrea moaned again. She felt close to begging, for what, she did not know.