A Taste Of Ambrosia

ESTATES AT SOUTHERN HIGHLANDS
Orchard Hill

Las Vegas, Nevada

Brent walked out the bathroom. He towel dried his hair, and tossed the towel down on an antique dresser. Brent walked across his bedroom. He mounted three surrounding marble steps leading up to a circular king size bed. He sat inches from Helena, and then glanced down.

“What a gorgeous young woman you make laying in my bed.”

Brent traced over Helena’s top lip.

“I promise to make you happy, every which way I possibly can.”

Helena heard a voice in the distance.

Brent stroked Helena’s cheek.

Helena felt a soft finger caressing her skin.

“Sergio.”

Brent leaned down and whispered in Helena’s ear, “wrong time, and for what I have in mind for us, the wrong man.”

Helena’s eyes slowly fluttered open. She looked up into Brent’s eyes; she leaned up and touched his face.

“Brent?”

Helena reached up and palmed Brent’s cheek.

Brent kissed Helena’s inner palm.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes, what happened?”

“You fainted.”

“I’ve never fainted. And why are you in Las Vegas?”

“Its business related.”

“It must be very important business for you to have blocked my vehicle in for three days.”

“If it was to lead me back to you, then I have no regrets.”

Helena blushed. She looked around the spacious beautiful, decorated bedroom.

“Where am I?”

“In our…I mean in my bedroom.”

“I’m still in the twentieth century right.”

“You be the judge.”

Brent released Helena’s hand and leaned his face downward. His lips gently covered hers.

Helena palmed the sides of Brent’s face and leaned her face upward. Her tongue slid into his mouth.

Brent rubbed up Helena’s legs, up her thighs. He felt over her flat stomach. He moved his lips from off hers and kissed the side of her neck.

“I have been thinking about you constantly; thinking about touching your skin, kissing your lips.” Brent kissed Helena’s forehead. “Making love to you again.”

“Brent…wait.” Helena pushed Brent’s chest back. “I’m with Philip now.”

“Don’t worry its temporary.”

Helena studied Brent’s eyes. Tenderness with a bit of sternness penetrated hers.

“Please do not do anything to hinder my happiness.”

“Trust me, I wouldn’t think of it.”

Brent leaned his face downward and kissed Helena lips again. His palms rubbed up and down her thigh. His hand dipped back under her dress. He stroked over the mound of her pelvis. He moved her thong and zoomed his finger inside of her.

“That’s...”

Brent thoroughly kissed Helena as his finger plunged deeper inside of her.

“Mmm,” Helena cried against Brent’s mouth.

Brent kissed down Helena’s neck, her chin. He inched his face back and kissed over a breast nipple. His finger continued to weave inside of her. He nipped at a breast nipple.

“Brent…please.”

Brent withdrew his finger. He slid Helena’s strapless down to her lower abdomen. His mouth dropped to a nipple. He licked around the areola, before roofing the glistening peak and taking it inside his mouth; he suckled it.

Helena arched her back. She kissed Brent’s arm through his robe. She leaned forward to untie the knot. She divvied his robe and palmed his hirsute chest wall. She thought about Philip, but damn she has not felt the rapture of Brent’s loving in such a long time; maybe just a sample to say goodbye to place her wandering thoughts about him in the past.

Helena leaned up and kissed Brent’s chest. She peeled his robe from off his shoulders.

Brent lifted his arms from out the sleeves of his robe. He leaned down and tore Helena’s dress in half.

Helena pulled Brent’s face down and kissed his face as he slowly rose over her.

Brent positioned himself between Helena’s legs. He dipped his head down and kissed the other beast nipple His tongue made a wet path down to her lower abdomen. He settled on his stomach and then opened Helena’s legs. He pulled her thong down her legs.

Helena lifted her buttocks from off the mattress.

Brent slid Helena’s thong down her legs, and then took it off. He fingered her soft folds.

“I’ve missed tasting my pussy.”

He thumbed the walls to her vaginal opening and gently separated it. His tongue dashed inside the sweet hollow sector of her essence.

“Oh...Ser..gi..o, Oh God, I’ve missed you, this.”

Brent palmed Helena’s hips and pulled her pelvis into his face. The thrashing of his tongue inside of her, answer the acknowledgement.

“Sh…it”

Helena palmed Brent’s head. She seesawed her pelvis into his face.

Brent withdrew his tongue and then spit on Helena’s pelvis. He reintroduced his tongue back inside of her.

“Oh...Brent...”

Helena held Brent’s head down, arched her back, and clamped her thighs against the sides of his face; she held her pelvis against his face and jerkily climaxed.

“Ahaaaa…oh shit.”

 Her climax saluted his tongue and then gallop down his throat.

Brent withdrew his tongue. He kissed over the opening to Helena’s pussy; he suckled her clitoris.

Helena slowly moved her pelvis against his face.

“I love you Brent.”

What have she just admitted too? She loved Phillip, did she not? She was confused.

Brent did not give Helena time to retreat her declaration. He climbed on top of her and cupped his dick. He fished the tip around the slicken opening. He leaned down and kissed Helena on her lips. His manhood sunk inside.

Helena rubbed the soles of her feet on the outer sides of Brent’s hairy legs. She joined them together around his sweaty lower back.

Brent looked down into Helena’s eyes.

“Look at me.”

Helena’s laden passionate filled eyes looked up at Brent.

“This dick inside you, represents the man who loves you.”

Brent leaned his head down.

Helena leaned her face up.

Their lips lightly locked.

Helena palmed Brent’s hard gluteus.

Brent dropped his body down on top of Helena and kissed her. He cupped her buttocks and drilled his dick inside her pussy.

“Oh...ahh.”

Helena wrapped her arms around Brent’s neck. Her lips disengaged from his; she slid her tongue across his skin. She suckled his neck, and then jiggled back and forth his earlobe with her tongue.

“I love you Sha…Helena…oh baby.”

Brent thrust his erection over and over inside of Helena’s tight vaginal walls. His dick could not explain the emotions behind loving a woman who he would have searched the end of the earth to find.

“Ba…baby, shit.” Brent found Helena’s lips. He rested his forehead against hers. “Helena…Helena.”

His thumping release found a home inside Helena’s pussy.

“Oh...ooo, baby.”

The smooth volcano eruption of semen packed the void and seeped out Helena’s womanhood.

“Umm, I love to feel that feeling inside me anytime.”

Helena moved her vaginal walls around, soaking in the sensational aftermath feeling. She prays this encounter does not lead to any future physical relation. She closed her eyes, and then reopened them, Shit, she was ovulating not good she thought to herself, dammit she thought not good.

“I’ve missed you so much,” Brent whispered in Helena’s ear.

Helena hugged Brent tightly to her body.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

Brent inched his face back and looked down into Helena’s eyes.

“Ahhh, I am not taking any form of birth control pills, and I may be ah...ovulating, I’m so sorry.”

“So, you mean we could have created life at this moment.”

Helena turned her face to avoid Brent’s anger.

Brent removed his hands from under Helena’s buttocks. He turned her face back around.

“Is this to be true?”

“Yes, I’m sorry.”

Brent looked down into Helena’s eyes.

“If this is to be true. Then let me properly do this right.”

Brent hunched back and palmed the mattress. He thrust his semi-flaccid inside Helena’s vaginal walls.

Helena wrapped her arms around Brent’s back and accepted his call of pleasure.

Both made love made until the evening caught up with the two.


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