Rinaldo & Dara, by Pamazon: I’ll Be Good (Contains excerpts from the
HJM Chapter, "Hunch")
Rinaldo s Penthouse…
"Hold still," Dara replied. "Almost done. THERE," as she finished
re-wrapping the gauze around Rinaldo’s torso.
"Thanks." Rinaldo grimaced slightly as Dara helped lower him onto his
bed.
"Don’t mention it." Dara took a seat on the edge of the bed. "What made
you wear a vest today? Do you usually?"
"Nope. Every now and then I do. But I just had a real weird feeling
about today. I don’t know…like a hunch something was gonna go down."
Rinaldo winced as he raised himself up on his elbows.
"Hey, hey!" Dara scolded. "You’re supposed to REST. Doctor's Orders!"
she smiled. Gently wrapping her arms around his waist, Dara slowly eased
Rinaldo into a sitting position. "Is that better?" He nodded. She
leaned over and began fluffing his pillows. "Well, let this be a
lesson--when you have a hunch, follow it."
"Thanks. I will." Cupping the back of Dara’s head, Rinaldo drew her to
him for a slow, deep kiss.
Drawing back, nearly out of breath Dara replied, "And what was THAT?"
"Just a hunch," Rinaldo smirked.
"Well, by all means...." Slowly, gently, Dara straddled Rinaldo.
"Follow through on your... ‘hunch,’ " she smiled.
Returning her smile, Rinaldo winced ever so slightly as he eased Dara’s
shirt over her head. "Oh, don’t worry," he murmured, as he drew her to
him for another kiss. "I plan to."
A low moan escaped Dara’s lips, in response to first, Rinaldo’s hands,
then mouth, caressing her breasts. The moan became louder as he took a
nipple between his teeth, gently tugging on it. As Dara began to grind
against him in response to his actions, Rinaldo smiled. "Seems somebody
likes it a little rough?" Dara was about to reply, but when he began to
flick his tongue over her nipple, she could only offer up another moan.
Still ravishing her breasts with his mouth, Rinaldo allowed his hands to
roam Dara’s back, coming to rest at the waist of her skirt. "Raise up,"
he replied huskily. Dara obliged, and swore she was about to come as
seconds later, Rinaldo swiftly inserted a finger into her wetness. "A
woman who doesn’t believe in panties," he laughed. "I like it!"
As Rinaldo continued to thrust his finger in and out of her moist, yet
tight hole, Dara tried her best to relieve him of his pants--no easy
feat, as he now had two fingers inserted in her, and was using his thumb
to finger her clitoris, thus bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.
"Ohh, you’d better stop," she moaned, all the while, grinding against
his hand.
"But I don’t think you want me to, my sweet," he taunted, increasing his
efforts, causing Dara to cry out with pleasure. "Do you?"
"No…" she concurred, her breathing labored. "But if you don’t…."
Before Rinaldo inquire why Dara thought he needed to stop, just what
Dara feared would happen did--he was sent reeling backwards, clutching
his side with his free hand, grimacing in pain.
"Rinaldo! Are you okay?" Dara was trying her best to balance herself
above Rinaldo, pushing up off the mattress with the palms of her hands,
not wanting her full weight to rest against his battered torso.
"Yeah," he winced, then offered up a wicked grin. "Now where were we?"
Before Dara could respond, not missing a beat, Rinaldo resumed his
efforts between Dara’s moist mound. "Come on, baby…" as he thrust
faster, deeper. He began to flick his thumb against her clit at an
almost dizzying speed, causing Dara to tighten her inner muscles against
his fingers. "Yeah, that’s it…come for me." Seconds later, Dara cried
out, her body going limp, signaling Rinaldo’s request had been obliged.
Gazing down at Rinaldo through satisfied, spent eyes, Dara grinned.
"You know," as she absently continued to grind on his hand, "I like to
give as good as I get." Rising, she slid backwards a bit, easing
Rinaldo’s boxers off. "But this is gonna be a little tricky. I really
can’t have you moving about too much…I don’t want you to aggravate that
injury." Slowly, she stroked his shaft, lightly caressing it with her
tongue, all the while eyeing Rinaldo, who catching sight of the gleam in
Dara’s eyes, realized she intended to take full advantage of his
inability to move about. "Think you can be a good boy and lie still
while I do what I gotta do…‘my sweet’?"
Not waiting for his reply, Dara ran her tongue over the head of his
cock, then teasingly, began to take him in her mouth, sucking him like
he was her favorite hard candy. When she began to caress his balls,
while increasing pressure to his shaft with her mouth, it took every
ounce of Rinaldo’s self-control to remain flat on his back.
After a few minutes of Dara’s mouth and tongue action, Rinaldo found
himself unable to comply with her request. He raised himself up off the
pillows ever so slightly, becoming even more aroused as he looked down
and took in the sight of Dara’s mouth bobbing up and down on his cock.
Dara promptly thrust a hand forward, and pushed him back down onto the
pillows.
"I know you don’t expect me to lie still while you do this?" Rinaldo
moaned, eyes now closed as he thrust his hips to meet Dara, trying to
keep time with her rhythm.
Tearing her mouth away from his rock-hard erection, she crawled towards
Rinaldo. As she straddled him, she balanced herself with one hand,
using the other to teasingly stroke the head of his member against her
aroused sex, making sure to allow the tip to push past the folds of her
lips.
"If you don’t, you’ll never get to come inside," she taunted. Smiling,
she lowered herself onto his cock…just ENOUGH--to let Rinaldo get a feel
for what delights lie in store for him, if he was a ‘good boy.’ "So,
what’s it gonna be, Rinaldo?" she purred. The entire time, she
continued bouncing up and down on the head of his cock, taking great
care not to go down TOO far--for she knew once she had him inside her,
she wouldn’t be able to stop, even if she wanted to.
"Okay," he replied petulantly. "We’ll do it your way…"
"I THOUGHT you’d see it my way," she gloated, flashing that thousand
watt smile.
"I’ll be good," Rinaldo muttered. As she went to raise up, in that
split second, Dara caught sight of the gleam in Rinaldo’s eyes…and knew
she was through dealing. "I’ll let YOU do all the work!" he grinned
wickedly. In a flash, Rinaldo’s hands were at Dara’s waist, expertly
guiding her down onto his shaft.
For a second, Dara thought she was going to lose consciousness; the rush
from his entry was that intense. As she allowed him to guide her up and
down on his thick shaft, she could only moan her pleasure--words
seemingly had escaped her at the moment. When she finally found her
voice, all she could manage was a throaty, "Rinaldo…" Eyes closed, head
thrown back, Dara placed her hands atop Rinaldo’s, guiding them from her
waist towards her breasts. Arching her back, she began to roll her hips
in response to his thrusting.
"Yes, my sweet…that’s it. Show me how you like it," Rinaldo murmured.
When she showed her delight by clamping her inner muscles down on his
shaft, it was all he could do to keep from coming right then and there.
She continued to bounce up and down on his cock, letting lose with an
appreciative squeal when Rinaldo lightly smacked her ass. Heeding her
previous advice to follow through on his "hunch," he smacked it again,
this time harder.
"Oh, yeah, baby…yeah," Dara moaned, her hair bouncing atop her shoulders
as she shook her head vigorously from side to side.
As the smacks became harder, the stinging to her behind increased.
Still, she continued to ride Rinaldo, voicing her delight louder and
louder with each smack of his hand against her ass. Her yells gave way
to moans as he alternated the smacking with smooth, stroking motions.
Cupping her behind, he gave her bottom one last smack, followed by a
whisper-soft stroke. He then firmly planted his hands at Dara’s waist,
holding her in place, while beneath her, he slowly rolled his hips,
thrusting up to meet her every so often.
"Damn, you feel so GOOD," she gasped, as Rinaldo thrust deeper. She
slowed down her movement, and began to rock back and forth, rolling her
hips.
"That’s it, my sweet," Rinaldo praised. "Keep it right there."
His hands still at Dara’s waist, Rinaldo fought to keep her centered as
the first wave of her violent orgasm began to overtake her. Seconds
later, he, too, was reduced to semi-thrashing movements as the violent
tremors washed over him and he felt himself exploding inside Dara.
When their breathing finally returned to normal, Dara, with Rinaldo
still snugly sheathed inside her walls, leaned forward smiling. She
smoothed a few wisps of hair off his dampened forehead, then taking
great care not to allow her full weight to rest against Rinaldo’s upper
body, gave him a slow, deep, languorous kiss. Rinaldo gave her a
questioning look.
"For being a good boy," she winked.
"Oh, yeah? Wait ‘till I’m back on my feet…baby, you ain’t seen nothing
yet." He drew her back down for another kiss. "You know what they
say," as he grazed his lips against hers. "When I’m good, I’m bad…."
"And when you’re bad?" Dara smiled, gently nibbling Rinaldo’s lower lip.
"Guess you’ll have to come back to find out," he smiled wickedly.
"Oh, I’ll be back!" Dara murmured, covering Rinaldo’s mouth with hers
for a searing kiss. "You best BELIEVE that."