Unwanted, Unappreciated

Chapter 3

Getting up higher onto her knees, she took that stubborn erection and slid it across the inner lips of her vagina.

He shivered as he felt how wet she was around the string of her thong – how wet  he had made her just by letting her play with him.

The saliva she had left on him mixed with that silky wetness, and he was sure he was going to explode.

His hands clenched around her breasts involuntarily. Everything about her looked so good, felt so good. And yet still...

“I think I know how to finally get rid of your little friend,” she said into his ear, her voice low and hoarse with need. “I know exactly where to put him...”

Then, without any more talk, she pushed him down flat on the bed, and put her knees on either side of his hips.

She moved her thong to the side, sucking it into the crevice between her thigh and her mound.

With the flames of passion in her eyes, she slid his member across her labia one more time, then took him inside her. 

It was even wetter in there, and Dante felt his head roll back in ecstasy as she began to ride him, hard.

He looked up to see those enormous, gorgeous, perfectly shaped breasts bouncing as she moved up and down, running her hands over her stomach and thighs as she got more and more turned on.

He could have watched her forever as her face creased with exertion and her mouth opened as she panted and moaned with pleasure. If he didn’t come now, he was sure he would die.

“I’m almost there...” Rosemary murmured as she began to circle her hips too, dancing against him as she continued to thrust.

Dante reached out then and put his thumb against her clitoris, so that she would rub against it as she rode him.

She cried out and began to go faster, grinding her hips against him so fiercely that it was almost painful.

Seeing her so excited, so completely carried away by lust, was finally enough to let him finish what had started hours ago.

He grunted as he bucked beneath her, filling her with the come he had been holding in for so many long, agonizing hours. Finally, he was free. And a few seconds later, so was she.

She let out one last cry of passion and began to shudder and shake with the waves of an intense, powerful orgasm.

Then, as if she were physically unable to hold herself upright any longer, she collapsed against his chest, where he could feel her continue to shiver with the aftershock.

“What do you think?” she panted into his neck. “Do you think you’ll be able to sleep now?”

“I think so,” he replied, still enjoying the feel of his cock inside her, as his warm come oozed out over their tangled legs.

“Good.” She nuzzled her face against his cheek. “Just please don't tell Ramirez...”

HESARA's POV:

Last night had ended in the warmest, most liquid, drip-drop fucking way ever!

She got to meet her husband, Dante's father after the blizzard, but things were still dry and awkward between them.

Hesara looked up at her husband and realized that, once again, he wasn’t paying attention. He was smiling as if they were having a great time, but in reality, his mind was back in his office at the mafia house in New York, a hundred miles away.

He had promised her that this trip would be a family trip, and that he would put his phone down and bond with his new wife and the son he hadn’t spent much time with over the past few years.

So far, all he had done was email his clients and other syndicate families in Beijing,China or wherever the fuck they were.

Hesara sighed, pitying herself. She decided that she would show him the expensive new lingerie she had bought to remind him that she was a woman, and that she wanted him.

He would have to stop thinking about work and and the mafia and instead focus on her, only her, for the first time in months. Just the thought of feeling that lingerie against her skin made her heart race.

She could just imagine Ramirez’s hands on her, caressing her, stroking her through the lace, as he tugged off that sexy nightie.

Her stomach clenched as she suddenly remembered that that new nightie wasn’t so new anymore, and that her husband wouldn’t be the first to see it on her.

She glanced around the casino. She knew she wouldn’t see Dante – he had been avoiding her all day.

She didn’t know if he was angry with her for what had happened the night before, or just embarrassed. After all, sleeping with your father's new wife can be a bit awkward in the light of a new day.

But it wasn’t like that, she reminded herself. She had just been helping the twenty-one-year-old to get rid of the erection that was keeping them both from getting any sleep.

If things went a bit far, that wasn’t her fault, was it? She had accomplished her goal.

 A few hours later, all of the butterflies in Hesara’s stomach were dead. There were no tingles, no sparks, no sensations at all.

She was sitting across from her husband in the finest restaurant in Atlantic City, wearing a gorgeous, golden gown that matched her long, straight hair and hugged her curves to perfection. And he was on his phone. Again.

“Ramirez, do you think you can at least put that phone away until we’ve finished our steaks?”

“Honey, this is important. I know I said this was a family vacation, but it’s also a business trip. I need to get everything in order for when I meet with the Augustus family for my next business deal in the morning.”

Hesara didn’t respond. She felt close to tears, but she wouldn’t let it show. Shedecided to win him over later, back at the hotel.

She would entice him with her sultry voice and her sexy lingerie, just like she had a hundred times before.

Then he would take her like she had been aching to be taken for months, she was sure of it.

She thought again of the soft fabric against her skin, about his arms enveloping her and his nearly ever-present erection throbbing against her thighs and felt the flames of her passion reignite.

Yes, she would win him back. She had to.

Hesara stood at the end of the bed an hour later, covered in lace. Her short, black,lingerie completely see-through, so that he couldn’t miss her hard nipples or her breasts, swollen with desire.

He would be able to see her freshly washed pink thong beneath it, and the curve of her perfectly sculpted behind when she turned around. He would want her. She knew it.

She tossed her long, golden hair back over her shoulder and cleared her throat to get Ramirez’s attention.

He was finishing up an email, stretched out on the bed with his necktie loosened and his top button unbuttoned. She could see a tuft of his chest hair, and felt her excitement rise.

Then, bizarrely, she found herself wondering if Dante had chest hair like his father. She hadn’t seen his bare chest the night before, he had been wearing a tight white t-shirt...

She shook her head again. No. This was her night. This was about her. Her and her husband. They were going to make love and make a connection again.

Finally, Ramirez put down the phone and looked at her. He took in her large breasts, her narrow waist, and the pink panties beneath her teddy.

“Nice outfit,” he said, giving her a smile.

“I thought you would like it,” she replied, stepping over to him. She climbed up onto the bed and knelt over him on all fours.

She kissed him, feeling his mustache tickle her sensitive upper lip, and he kissed her back, probing her mouth with his bold, hot tongue.

Without breaking the kiss, she took his hands in hers and pulled them up to place them on her breasts.

They were burning with desire for him, and her hungry mouth worked harder as she tried to pull him closer.

He squeezed them, massaging them with his fingers; she could feel the callouses from his fingertips as they grazed her erect nipples.

Then, just like that, he broke away.

“I’m really sorry, honey, but I need to get some sleep. I’ve been working all day, and I had a few too many glasses of wine at dinner, so my brain is fried. I don’t think I could give you the kind of night you want tonight.”

"Oh come on...that's not true at all" she said as she let go of his hands and reached down to unzip his pants, longing to feel his erection inside her. When she finally freed his member, she found that it was limp and lifeless.

He didn’t want her at all.