“As long as I’m the only one to whom they will be formally introduced, I would love to go shopping with you. There are a few more things I’d like to get and I know the perfect store. We’ll go on Saturday after we shop for things for the condo. Now, let’s go take a shower before I push you up against the door and fuck you. I’m so hard it hurts from thinking about you in that corset with those creamy tops of your breasts pouring out asking to be licked.” His eyes have taken on a heated glow and it sears against my skin.
The hints of arousal from down deep in my belly that started at the restaurant the moment his arms went around me rage into an inferno. His scent fills me and fuels the flames, rushing over me, and I feel my desire seeping from me onto my panties.
“Do it, take me now, hard and rough.” My voice is low and breathy and he sees the challenge in my eyes.
His mouth comes down hard on mine, his tongue pushing my lips open, fucking my mouth deep and fierce. Like he’s about to do.
He’s rough and demanding, turning me around and pushing me against the wall. One hand pulls both of mine over my head, pinning them in place on the wall as the other yanks up my skirt. He glides his hand over the globes of exposed skin of my cheeks between my stocking tops and panties. Pushing my feet apart with one of his, he moves his hand to slide between my legs over my damp panties. He palms my sex and pulls my ass back to slam into his erection.
“Oh God, Marco…”
“It’s going to be rough and it’s going to be fast, Elizabeth. This is for me, baby.”
“Just do it…now.” I want this. Bad.
“Leave your hands right there.” He has gone to some place primitive. I can hear it in his voice.
His hands rip the panties from my body one second, then he rams himself into me the next. Grabbing my hips, he pulls me back to meet his thrusts, deep, hard and needy. I push back on him with as much force as he pounds into me with, skin smacking, balls slapping, nails digging into the drywall. I want to scream out, Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me! and I do, with my body.
His fingers dig in to my flesh grinding me against him and I’m almost there. I just need a little more. I feel him twitch inside me. I know he’s so close. He pulls us back a little farther making me bend more at the waist. Bringing both of his hands around to my front, he slides them down over my sex, one hand over the other, pinching my clit between his fingers holding me, pulling me back onto him like this. And I go wild, slamming back on him and grinding into his hands. I shatter and it’s wonderful. Wild and wonderful.
He holds me tight against him as he stiffens, I feel his back arching pushing him deeper inside me, and his hold tightens on my pulsing sex.
“Fuck Elizabeth!”
“Yes! Oh God…” My orgasm just won’t stop.
Marco
Oh my fucking God! Sliding into Elizabeth holds the same satisfaction as diving into a refreshing pool of water after spending thirty days in the driest desert. I give in to the heady sweetness of it and lose all self-control. It’s like this, every time, nirvana and decadence, and every time it blows my mind.
I need to feel more of her. I’m like a wild man whose only desire is to devour, my hunger for her is so strong. Both my hands slide to grasp her pussy, pushing her harder onto me. I can’t get deep enough. Nothing is ever enough. My fingertips clasp that beautiful swollen clit and her walls clamp down on my already throbbing aching cock. It’s like a live wire from her clit, up my arm, through my body, to my cock and balls, shooting jolts of electricity, making my balls tighten so much I think they’re going to get sucked into my ass.
“Yes, yes, yes.” She’s going wild, coming undone.
And that pushes me over the edge. I snap, my cock jerks inside her and the skin on my testicles is so fucking tight I think it’s going to crack. I come so hard, thrusting hard and deep into her sweetness, grinding her ass onto me with her clit twitching between my fingers. Finally with the last spurts of my cum inside her heat, I collapse onto her back still holding her throbbing pussy.
We need a minute to catch our breath, our gasps filling the small space in the foyer between her living room and bedroom. I smile to myself thinking it’s a good thing she doesn’t live in an apartment building.
“Let’s go take that shower, baby.”
Chapter Three
Marco
It feels so good to move out of the Wilmington Riverside Hilton. I’ve been in a damn hotel for over a month and I was starting to climb the walls. The new condo is fantastic. It’s the top floor of a three-story renovated historic commercial building on the Cape Fear River with a wall of windows overlooking the river on one side and the city on the other. The exposed rafters and brick are a perfect blend of modern and rustic with the frosted glass partitions and stainless steel appliances adding to the appeal. The moving truck arrived today with my furniture and the rest of my things that I couldn’t fit into my BMW 5 Series. The cleaners also came by and helped organize things such as the kitchen supplies and linens after the truck got here. They even made a shopping trip for me to buy household goods like soaps, detergents and paper items. It’ll be ready for Elizabeth and me to stay here tonight.
But what I’m really looking forward to is having her in my bed. Tonight will be too soon to use the bed in all the ways I’d like to but at least it’s here. And she will be in it. Tonight. I survey the inner spaces, walking the rooms and feeling them, trying them on for size with my belongings here. It feels good. The white modern leather sectional sofa looks great against the red walls with the oversized glass coffee table in front of it and the stainless steel halogen lamps go well with the brushed metal stools at the bar. But what really commands attention is the large natural wood dining table that seats eight. It has chrome legs and the chairs match the couch in white tufted leather. I can picture Elizabeth spread out on that table naked and looking delicious.
I walk to the master bedroom where I’ve gotten almost everything unpacked. My king-size bed is also made from natural wood with the four posters an open weave of braiding. There are black wrought iron scroll hooks attached to all four of the post tops. It’s because of this piece of furniture that my options were limited to a place I could move into. The ceilings had to be high enough that it wouldn’t feel claustrophobic in the room. This loft type unit was perfect and I was so relieved Elizabeth liked this one the best as well. We are going to make some wonderful memories here.
I realize I’m thinking of a future with her, of memories being made, of snapshots of time being frozen in our minds together and it fills me with…hope. Something I haven’t allowed myself to have with a woman in a very long time.
There are a few packages I had included in the move before I met Elizabeth. If I’d known her when I was organizing the transfer, I might not have had them brought here. But they’re here now. I guess I’ll just keep them put away until I decide what to do with them. We all have pieces of our past as little symbols that will one day, far from now, bring us back to that special moment forever caught in time in that inanimate object and with it will come the feelings, the sensations, that little piece of eternity that time caught and will forever stand still in. This is what I’m looking forward to with Elizabeth, catching those moments and freezing them forever.
Tonight I’ll bring dinner in from a restaurant. Its four o’clock and Elizabeth will be getting off work soon so I decide to text her to make sure she’s coming tonight. I’m sure she’s feeling a little nervous. I sensed it in her yesterday when we were talking. To be honest, I am as well. I don’t know why but I am.
Hi baby, busy day?
Hi sexy, yes, it’s been a bit hectic. Getting settled?
Yes, I wish we were getting settled but I can wait until you get here for that
I can’t wait to get there
Me neither, when are you coming? I’m ordering dinner
I was going to go home first
That sounds like a good idea, go home and drop off your car, I’ll pick you
up.
A slight pause. I feel her excitement and it sends a thrill through me. I love that I have this effect on her. She has the same effect on me and it surprises me every time I feel it.
Ok.
I’ll see you at your place in about an hour then.
Ok xoxo
Elizabeth
I jump as Carol plops herself down in the chair across from my desk because I was lost somewhere else deep in thought. My dad used to tell me after he’d just about given up driving and I was behind the wheel that I was always somewhere so far away. It’s true, I’m always drifting off to someplace inside myself.
“What are you thinking about, chica?”
“You scared the crap out of me, Carol. Warn a person so they don’t have a heart attack.”
“You were in serious thought. What’s up, is it Marco?”
A nervous thrill runs through me. I have no idea why I’m so nervous about tonight, we’ve been seeing each other for weeks. Why should tonight be any different just because we’re staying at his place? I have a feeling things are going to be different somehow, and I think it’s going to be in a good way. I sit back and smile shyly.
“Yes, it’s Marco. What else, a man of course.”
“Of course, is there any other reason for our aggravations?” she says rolling those blue eyes of hers.
“Well, I’m not aggravated with him. It’s just…”
“It’s just what? Spit it out. I’m sure there’s a whole lot more to that hunk of a man than meets the eye,” she says, sitting up in her chair and becoming fully alert.
“Well, he asked me to move in with him a few days after that happened with Santino. And yeah, I get the guy thing wanting to keep me close out of some need to keep me safe.” I pause before I continue. “But I think it’s too soon. God knows I’m crazy about him, he’s all I think about and I count the minutes until I see him, the whole kid crush craziness thing. He brought it up again the other night and I told him we needed to wait a little longer.” I look up at her, chewing on my nail.
“You are absolutely right. It’s way too soon, manly controlling need or not. But I think there’s something more.” She’s looking at me, squinting her eyes with a look like she’s trying to figure something out.
“I think there is, Carol. I think there is more to him that I don’t know about yet.”
“And honey, what you went through with Santino, you take your time until you find out everything there is to know about that man, hot or not. I don’t think it’ll be anything bad or that it will end the relationship but it’s better to have full disclosure before it’s too late.”
“You’re right, thanks.”
The last hour of the week passes by in a rush, thankfully so, keeping my mind too busy to analyze and study every word Marco and I have spoken, each touch and each look. Trying to find anything to give me a reason for this nervousness I’m feeling. I come up with nothing, only what I experienced in those moments we spent together. Each time I go back to them in my mind, my body follows, feeling those feelings again, reliving those sensations and emotions, touching me to my core.
Marco
Sitting in my car in front of Elizabeth’s apartment I reflect on all of the things we’ve been through together in the relatively short time we’ve known each other. Looking at the front door I remember that night Santino came here, and rage automatically courses through me. I push it aside, not wanting anything to spoil my mood for tonight. I see her pull up behind me in her little black Nissan Sentra. It’s practical just like she is. She smiles at me through the rearview mirror and I see her little hand come up and wave at me. I fucking adore this woman. I’m smiling from ear to ear like a teenager as I go out to meet her.
“Hi, baby, it’s good to see you.” Pulling her almost pornographically close, I kiss her deeply, not giving a damn who might be watching. She’s mine.
With her arms around my neck and pressing her body into mine she replies, “It’s good to be seen, Marco.”
“Come on, we’ve got to pick up dinner before going home,” I say through gritted teeth. The need to bury myself in her right now rears its hungry head.
I open the door for her to get in the car and we head to Circa 1922 to pick up our three-course meal along with a bottle of wine. This is the restaurant I took her to dinner that erotic night of the symphony. We’ve got to christen our new place right.
“Is Circa 1922 going to be our special restaurant, Marco? First the symphony, then the first night in your new condo?” she asks me. It is kind of coincidental that on two significant nights we’re getting our meal from here and it makes me smile.
“That’s not a bad idea, Elizabeth, it’s kind of like our song, but instead we have our restaurant.” I laugh out loud thinking, But we’re screwed if they close up. Looking back at her I say, “I think we’d better find a song. It would have a much better guarantee of always being there, don’t you think, babe?” I wink devilishly at her.
Her smile is brilliant, she looks so happy and it makes me feel so good that I have something to do with that. A resounding need to always make her happy builds inside of me, possessive and protective.
“You’re right, Marco, I guess we need to work on that.”
My building is fitted with those old fashioned commercial elevators with the slatted doors that have to be pulled down from the top. I assume it’s original and I hope to hell that the mechanics to it have been replaced and modernized. Although I love being with Elizabeth, I wouldn’t want to get stuck in a fucking elevator in a section of a building where no one ever goes to except Elizabeth and me. It’s a little late to think about that now, but I make a mental note to ask the building management office about the upfitting, just to be on the safe side.
My apartment is the only one on the floor and I love the privacy. I already set the table before I went to pick up Elizabeth so I go right into the kitchen with the food when we get inside.
“Wow, Marco, this is amazing. It looks like you’ve lived here for a while already.” She takes her jacket off and hangs it on the back of a bar stool and places her black Prada purse on the bar in front of it. Elizabeth looks around the open space and walks tentatively through it, sliding a hand along the edges of the furniture as she goes.
“This dining room table is magnificent.” Her palm is resting flat on the lacquered surface, the gloss so high she can almost see her reflection staring back at her.
“Thank you. A tree came down during a hurricane close to my house in Florida. I asked the owner of the property if I had it removed could I keep it and they said sure, so I had this table made from it. It was a magnificent old pine that I guess was already on its way down before the storm. Come on, let’s use it and eat.”
Coming to the table I set the plates down of chicken Marsala and linguine with roasted broccoli. There are oysters Rockefeller as well that are meant to be served as an appetizer but the meal won’t wait. For dessert I brought home New York style cheesecake sprinkled with a raspberry sauce.
“Grab the wine, babe, please.”
“Well, Mr. Bond, you never do things halfway, do you?” She smirks at me as she picks up the crystal glasses with the bottle of Riesling.
“I believe if you’re going to do something, if it can be the best, then the best it is. That’s why I have you.” I lean over to kiss her lightly as she sits in the chair and I push it in.
“You’re going to spoil me,” she says playfully.
“That’s the plan, and I’m going to reap all the rewards. Don’t fool yourself; it is for purely selfish reasons.” Everything I do to her and for her she gives me back tenfold with her moans, her smiles, her gasps, with everything in her. And it’s only just the beginning.
Yes, I am a very selfish man.
“You get what you give, big boy.” She has the audacity to wink at me.
We laugh knowing full well what the unsaid meanings and innuendos are, biding our time until they come to pass.
T
he meal is delicious and the cake is a perfect finish to it. I clear the dishes and rejoin Elizabeth at the table. Our wine glasses are half full and I pick mine up to stare at this naturally seductive woman sitting across from me, twirling the golden liquid around the glass, my eyes fixed on her. I take a slow swallow watching her over the rim and I can tell she’s beginning to squirm under my gaze. She raises her hand to unconsciously stroke a finger along the edge of her blouse over the tops of her breasts.
“What are you thinking about, Marco?” Her face flushes thinking about what that might be, and she should. When it comes to her, the thoughts that fill my head are always wonderfully very bad. I want to possess her like a precious gem but I want to fuck her like a whore right now.
Elizabeth
“Tell me about the surfer boy you were dancing with in the club the night we met, Elizabeth.” His tone has taken on a titillating quality.
My face blushes remembering that dance.
“What do you want to know?”
“What did he say to you?”
The length of his finger is stroking his lip and his eyes are piercing me as if he can see straight to my soul. He’s waiting for me to answer his commanding question.
I squirm a little in my chair under his scrutiny.
“He said he loves older women because we know what we want.”
A wicked smile pulls on his luscious lips. “Tell me what you think you want, Elizabeth.”
My heart accelerates with the challenge of his words and his penetrating look.
“I told him we want a man who knows what to do with us with his mouth, his fingers, with all of him.”
Studying me intently he lowers his hand. My eyes follow it. He is now stroking the arm of his chair. He slowly lifts himself and comes to stand behind me. He lowers his face so that it is by my neck and his hands come around me to rest on the table in front of me, not touching me but close enough that I can feel his body heat and inhale his scent.
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