Roz smiled that dimpled smile he loved to see. “So I don’t have a home wrecker on my hands?” she asked.
Mick smiled too, and then laughed. “No, Rosalind, you do not have a home wrecker on your hands. What exactly you have on your hands? Who knows? But not that.”
Roz laughed too. She liked that answer. And when they arrived back at her brownstone, she was hoping to like a whole lot more. But she knew it had to be up to him. She saw herself as a progressive lady, and it wouldn’t be the first time she made the first move, but she wasn’t that progressive. Not with a man as experienced, as self-contained, as Mick Sinatra. She, in fact, had an almost profound feeling that too much aggression would turn him off. He might enjoy it in his previous ladies. But she had a sneaking suspicion that he would not enjoy it in her.
But his intentions remained unclear as they entered her building and made their way to her second floor apartment. Three weeks ago, when she invited him in, he turned her down cold. But that was only after she made clear it wasn’t going to be a sexual encounter. Tonight was different. It felt light years differently than three weeks ago. Maybe because he had been a total gentleman to her the entire night, and never once propositioned her or even intimated at any propositions. Maybe she was just attracted to him and wanted some. But either way, it was going to be his call.
When they arrived at her door, and she took out the door key, he removed it from her grasp. “Did you enjoy yourself this evening?” he asked her.
“The food was good,” she said, “and Barry was funny.”
“And Agnes?” he asked.
“Was a bitch,” Roz said.
Mick smiled and unlocked her door. “Exactly so. And don’t you forget that.”
Roz was confused. She wasn’t sure if the fact that he was standing so close to her that his wonderful cologne and male scent were intoxicating her, or if she had missed something altogether. “Don’t forget what?” she asked.
“Women like Agnes will be gunning for you every time you are around them.”
Roz still didn’t get it. “Why?” she asked. “Agnes is a very beautiful woman. Movie star beautiful.”
“Yes, she’s beautiful, but she does not have class. She does not know how to turn a man on anymore unless she’s on her back. Agnes, and women like her, are well aware that you need no props. All you need is you.”
Mick said this as his lips were inexplicably almost touching hers. Roz knew they were close. She had no idea that, within seconds, he had moved in this close.
“Do you understand what I am saying, Rosalind?” he asked her.
Roz understood. “Yes,” she said.
“What is going to happen is not going to be about your need for props. It will be about my need for you.”
If Mick couldn’t believe he had uttered such words, and he couldn’t, Roz was equally amazed. He could be playing her, she knew that. He was undoubtedly experienced enough. But if it was play, if this man was toying with her sensibilities just to get inside her panties, she was game.
“Same here,” she said.
Mick’s heart swelled with emotion as he opened her door, handed back her keys, and they entered her apartment.
And if she thought there was an animal side to him, she was about to be proven right. As soon as she moved away from the door he had just closed, he grabbed her by the arm and slammed her soft, pliable body against his rock hard frame. He removed her purse from her clutches and set it aside. And began kissing her with such passion that she felt her entire body go limp.
His lips felt like fire on her lips. And the way he seemed to kiss her harder and harder, as if he was adoring the taste of her, made her love it even more. It had been nearly a year since she and Carmelo broke up, and it had been that long since she had been with another man. But this man was already proving to be different. He was not an easy lover. If his kissing style proved anything, it proved that he was not going gentle into this good night. He was going to fight. Not to win her love, but to win her passion.
Because Mick couldn’t stop releasing his own passion. Because every time he was about to stop kissing her, to end it, the taste changed. And became even sweeter to him. And he couldn’t stop all over again.
They kissed at that door for far longer than either of them would have thought possible. He wrapped her into his big arms and pulled her closer against him, and continued to kiss her. Roz was no shrinking violet either. She was giving almost as good as she was getting, although no woman was going to be able to match Mick’s passion. She would have to be as experienced as he was to match it, and she wasn’t even in the same league.
And even when they finally stopped kissing, their lips began rubbing against each other, and then Mick began kissing her cheeks, her ears, as passion continued to consume them both. And he was right back on her mouth again, kissing her passionately again, needing that taste again, until his erection was becoming so stiff that it was painful. He wanted more. He had to have more.
He moved her to the sofa of her small apartment and laid her down. If she thought he was going to take it slow now, as nobody could sustain passion that long, she was mistaken. Mick sustained it. He lifted her skirt, split the seat of her panties with his bare hands, opened her legs, and began to taste the lips of her vagina as fervently as he had tasted the lips of her mouth.
But that first taste changed him. He ate his share of pussy in his day, more than his share, but Roz was different. It wasn’t just the taste either, it was the texture. It was the softness of it, the lack of abuse of it, that freshness missing in most women he ate. And he savored her taste. He wasn’t rushing this. He couldn’t.
Roz was surprised when he slowed it down. What she thought was about to be an all-out sensual assault on her vagina, became long, slow licks that turned her on more. Her heels were on his back, and her hands were in his hair as he licked her and licked her until he was sucking up her vaginal juices as soon as they oozed out. And then he was no longer licking, but eating her.
Roz couldn’t believe how wonderful he ate her. She closed her eyes and felt his tongue put a wonderful kind of hurting on her no man had ever put on her before. This big man was on her sofa in her living room, giving her the sex of her life, and they had only just begun. But she was going to cum. He was doing her so magnificently that she could feel her entire body on the edge of cum.
Mick could feel it too. He could feel her muscles tighten and spasms deepen as he ate her. But he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop tasting her at this moment in time if his life depended on it. Besides, he wanted her to cum. It wouldn’t be her last time, just her first. He knew he had the equipment to pull her over into that sensual land over and over again.
She came. “Let me!” she cried, as her legs flared out and her ass lifted up and her vagina pulsated like a heartbeat on steroids. And Mick continued to eat. The more Mick ate her the harder she came. He was eating her with such passion that she began to move his head up and down, to hit every spot.
Mick loved her involvement. He loved that she wanted it where she wanted it and wasn’t afraid to show him where. He wanted her to enjoy this moment as much as he was enjoying it himself.
But when he looked up, to see that joy in her eyes, and she looked at him with a look so sensual, so damn attractive, he knew he had to get on with it or he would be cumming all over himself. Which astounded him. He was legendary for his control with the ladies. But not with this lady.
He stood up, lifted her into his arms, and headed for the back of her apartment. He didn’t know if she had one bedroom, two or three, but he was going to stop at the first one he got to. But it wasn’t an issue. She only had one.
When he laid her on the bed, her vagina was still pulsating so hard that she had to rub it herself. And she rubbed and rubbed as he removed all of his clothes. She was easing her cum until he dropped his pants and his penis popped out like a stiff spring. When she saw it, when she saw how big and magnificent it was, and how it was soon to
pleasure her with even more pleasure than his mouth could have, she came again. She couldn’t believe it. The sight of a man’s penis made her cum. But it was true. She was pulsating again! She started rubbing herself harder.
Mick had every intention of relieving her of her duties immediately, until he removed her blouse and bra and saw her big breasts stand out like the natural beauties they were. Every woman he had been dating had the implants. Every one. Except Roz.
And he was off again. Kissing and squeezing them. Licking and sucking them. Making her cum harder without entering her at all. And she was rubbing harder. She was rubbing the shit out of her clit.
Mick was rubbing it too. His dick was rubbing the outer reaches of her pussy hard as he sucked her breasts. And he wanted it raw. He wanted to feel her wetness, her texture, without the aid of any condom. It had been years, nearly twenty, since he had sex without protection. It had been that long since he wanted to.
He wanted it tonight.
And he was going to move in. He was no boy scout. He wanted that pussy too badly to display good manners. But just as he was going to push it in; just as he was going to feel her rawness for the first time in his life and fuck the shit out of her the way he had wanted the first time he saw her, she closed her legs. She was gone. She was cumming in rolling cums she had never experienced before. But she wasn’t that far gone.
Mick should have felt like an ass for even attempting it. And he did. He stopped sucking her and looked into those gorgeous eyes again. But he wanted her raw so badly that he couldn’t give up the any good man would have. He begged. “This time, baby,” he said, as his penis continued to rub against her, as his lips rubbed against her face. “Give it to me this time. Daddy promise it’ll be great.”
Roz wanted it raw too. And “daddy” didn’t have to promise her anything. She knew it was going to be great. She knew the feeling would be over-the-moon wonderful. But she also knew she barely knew this man. She also knew disease came in pretty packages too.
“Mama don’t know Daddy like that,” she said, as she felt the sensations of his penis rubbing against her. “I wish I did, but I don’t.”
Mick closed his eyes. It was painful that he was so close to taking her there, but he was pleased that she stood up to him. But it was only a minor hiccup because he removed a condom from his wallet, put it on, and entered her the right way.
When he entered her, when he felt her remarkable tightness unlike tightness he’d felt in a long, long time, the feeling was just as wonderful. And he delayed no longer. He fucked her. He closed his eyes, wrapped her securely in his arms, and made love to her in a way both of them would describe as devastatingly wonderful. He slid in and out of her, over and over again, until they were in a rhythm that was in a class all by itself.
And just when Roz thought it was not possible. Just when Roz thought she had experienced all the highs one sexual encounter could possibly allow her to experience, she was cumming again. But only this time Mick was cumming with her. He was so full of cum that he was straining it out. He was pounding her and pouring out until he could hardly control himself.
And if Roz thought those previous cums were as big as they came, and she was back in control, she was sorely mistaken. There was no comparison. This was the big one and the big one was upon her. She was thrashing and arching and screaming out. She had neighbors, and knew her walls could be paper thin, but she didn’t give a damn. Not right now. Not when Mick was fucking her so emphatically that he had her half out of bed and was still pounding into her. Her body was shaking. The bed was shaking. She was realizing the kind of sex that would put any she ever had to shame. Because she was dealing with a master this time. She was dealing with a man that had the kind of skill legends were made of. And she knew for herself, without the need of any female anywhere confirming it for her, that Mick Sinatra was that kind of special in bed.
He was also very big, and very hard, and she was very small. It was painful. By the time they both had cum, and he was finished with her, she felt as if she had been beaten with a rod as much as fucked by one. But it gave her the oddest feeling of joy. He put it on her, pain and pleasure both, and they combined to give her the best sexual experience she had ever had in her life.
Mick, too, was pleased. He rolled off of her and laid flat on his back. He was sweating and panting and breathing as if he was dying, but he’d never felt better after sex. Because he also felt as if he had been whipped. He had been whipped by a pussy that knew how to put it on him too. He looked at Roz just as Roz leaned up on her elbow and looked at him. And it was that look in her eyes, as if he had not only just pleasured her, but had fascinated her with that pleasure, that sealed the deal for him. He wanted her. And it wasn’t just about sex this time.
He pulled her into his arms, and held her. Roz could feel a swell of emotion as he held her. And she felt both ways about it. On the one hand, she was out of his league and she knew it. That man could run circles around her in every department. He might even be a better actor than she was, she thought with a smile.
But on the other hand, she felt as if two people could not have been a better fit. Because there was something about Mick to her too. He was different in every way to her too. And she was pleased. She didn’t want this night to end.
But like everything else good that happened in Roz’s life, it ended. It ended unexpectedly. It ended painfully. It came to an abrupt halt just when it had only just begun.
CHAPTER SEVEN
They were asleep for several hours when the call came in. Mick was sleeping remarkably well, he rarely slept well at all, and Roz was in his arms. They were in bed completely now, covered only by a sheet, when they both awakened to the sound of a ringing cell phone.
Roz knew her purse, and therefore her phone, was still in the living room, so she knew it wasn’t hers. And her ring tone was different.
“I think that yours,” she said.
“It is,” Mick said, still tired and half asleep, and was about to get out of bed to get it. But Roz stopped him.
“I’ll get it,” she said, and hurried out of bed.
He watched as her beautiful naked body hurried across the room, grabbed the phone out of his pants pocket, and hurried back to him.
“Thanks, babe,” he said as he accepted the phone. He’d never met a woman quite like her. He remained lying down, and she sat on the bed as he looked at the Caller ID and then answered. “Talk to me,” he said.
“Sorry to disturb you, boss.” It was Leo Barone, Mick’s chief of security.
“What is it?” He reached for Roz and pulled her on top of him. She straddled his naked body as she sat up on him.
“We’ve got a problem, boss. I hate to disturb you, but it’s a serious problem.”
“What?”
“Another breach.”
Mick hesitated. “Who?”
“Tonk Maggio.”
Mick closed his eyes. Roz could see his distress. “From which position?”
“Evans.”
“You’re certain it’s Tonk?”
Leo played a recording to Mick. Roz couldn’t hear anything, but she could see Mick’s jaw tighten as he listened. Whatever was going on, it was bad.
And it was. Mick couldn’t believe how bad, as he listened to the recording. When it was over, he swept the front of his hand across his face. “Is the package secured?” he asked into the phone.
“It’s secured,” Leo responded. “We got him.”
Mick exhaled. At least that. “Call Deuce. Give him the address.”
“Yes, sir.”
Mick ended the call and laid his head back down.
Roz was staring at him. Her hands were flat on his massive chest. “Everything alright?” she asked.
“No,” he said honestly. Then he looked up at her. “I’m going to have to take care of some business.”
“Business? Now?”
He hesitated. It was that part of his life that was going to be the problem. It was
this time in his life when he wished he didn’t have that part of his life. “Afraid so,” he said.
Roz was so disappointed that it scared her. The idea of him leaving so soon after such a powerful connection, bothered her. And who had business to handle this time of night? She went from being perfectly content, to very concerned. Because it was more than a sexual connection for her. It was emotional. This man was touching her on a level she never thought she’d be touched again.
Mick was thrown by the intensity of their connection too. As he looked at Roz sitting on him; as he looked beyond her beautiful brown body and into her beautiful brown eyes, he didn’t want to spend a moment away from her either. But he had to go. It couldn’t be helped.
“Tell me the truth,” she said to him.
Mick could feel his heartbeat quicken. He could feel his defenses rise. “What?” he asked.
“Are you going to be okay?” she asked him.
He blinked. Because her sweetness, her concern for him stunned him. Not only was he not accustomed to it, but he never experienced it before in his life. He placed his hand on the side of her face. “I’m going to be just fine,” he said. Then he added, to his own surprise: “I’ll be back.”
The ray of hope that suddenly appeared in her eyes made him glad he said it. He smiled.
“You will?” she asked him.
“I will. That is,” he added, “if you want me back.”
“Um. Do I want you back? Let me think.” Then she smiled. “Oh, alright. You can come back.”
Mick laughed and pulled her into his arms. He could have stayed right there, holding her forever. But he knew it couldn’t be. He rubbed her bare ass. Squeezed it. And then he kissed her again, got up, got dressed, and left.
Roz started missing him as soon as he walked out of her door.
Bernardo Sarino looked up at the rearview mirror and saw the limousine splash through the puddles under the bridge and made its way to their car. Tonk Maggio looked back too, and saw it. When he turned back around, he was shaking.
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