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“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 want 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 finish and look up at her as I chew 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 Carol, thanks.”

The last hour of the week passes by in a rush, thankfully so, keeping my mind busy from analyzing and studying 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 and 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, its 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,” I say pulling her almost pornographically close and 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 is rearing 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, the restaurant I took her to dinner that erotic night of the symphony.  We’ve got to christen the place right the first night.

“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’s just 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 think we’d better find a song, it would have a much better guarantee of always being there, don’t you think, babe?” I say winking 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 style 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 I.  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’d 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, 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 owners 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.”

I go to the table and set the plates down filled with Chicken Marsala and linguine with roasted broccoli on the side.  There’s Oysters Rockefeller as well that is 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 half way, do you?”  She smirks at me as she picks up the crystal glasses and the bottle of Riesling. 

“I believe if you’re going to do something, if it can be the best, then the best it is, babe.  That’s why I have you.”  I lean over to kiss her lightly as she sits in the chair and I push it in for her.

“You’re going to spoil me, Marco,” she says playfully.

“That’s the plan, baby, and I’m going to reap all of the rewards.  Don’t fool yourself, it is for purely selfish reasons, love.”  Everything I do to her and for her she gives me back ten fold 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,” and 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.

The meal is delicious and the cake was a perfect finish to it.  I clear the dishes and come back to 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 fix 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 is and she is right to do so.  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 through me as if he can see straight to my soul.  And 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, with his fingers, with all of him.”

Studying me intently he lowers his hand, my eyes follow it, it 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. 

“Move your hair to the side, Elizabeth.”  His voice is deep and sensual at my ear.

Without its barrier, his warm breath licks my skin making me tremble with its delicate force. 

“That’s better,” it’s almost a whisper. He pauses for just a moment and I can almost count his breaths. 

“Now I’m going to tell you what you really want.”  His lips are so close to my ear I can almost feel them caressing it. 

I have no doubt this man knows exactly what that is.

“How do you know, Marco?”

I’m panting.  The wanting he’s talking about is clawing for fulfillment. 

“Because I’m the man who will give it to you, possess you, take you fully, worshipping you and you will melt, giving yourself to me completely saying please take all of me knowing I will quench that insatiable hunger inside of you.  I’ll give you more than you ever thought was possible, Elizabeth.”

Desire floods me with his words.  My eyes roll back, my thighs squeeze tight, and a low moan comes from my parted lips.

“You feel like you could cum right now,” his tongue glides softly along the curve of my neck.

“Aaahhh, yes…,” I hiss, I’m on fire.

“Do you want me to make you cum, Elizabeth?”  He’s taunting me, his voice low and seductive.

“Yes, please,” I almost beg.

“If you were tied to my bed blindfolded, I could watch you writhing and panting, wet, and it would be so beautiful.  You are going to cum just from a touch of my finger.  Then I’m going to take you fast and hard, feel you grabbing me with your throbbing pussy as you’re cumming and you’ll cum again.”

My aching breasts are heaving, screaming for his touch.

“Please, Marco…”

“Open your legs, baby.”  The command is firm but soft.

My legs part wide, my back arches, and my lips open slightly.

“Sit back and lift your skirt.”

Oh, God, if he doesn’t touch me soon, I’ll scream.

“Push your panties to the side, I want to see that beautiful pink pussy.”

Holy fuck!  The cool air on my heat is maddening.

“Mmm, I can smell you.  Give me a taste of yourself on your finger, baby.”

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

Fuck.

Running a finger through my juices, I raise my hand.  His mouth closes around my finger, sucking it off with his tongue and my sex pulses in reaction.

“Now I’m going to touch you so you can cum.  Then I’m going to fuck you.”

My legs widen, my sex and ass are grasping in anticipation, and the cool air licks my clit.  His one finger slides up my folds, gathering my juices, circles my clit then touches it and that’s it.  I shatter, falling, spiraling into that orgasmic high.

“Oh, yes!”  My hips are bucking, thrusting back and forth, wanting more.  Just from that one touch of his finger.

His hand comes up to grasp my chin firmly, wrapping around my throat, turning my head up and to the side while holding his face just above mine, our breaths mixing together from our open mouths.  His tongue slowly licks my lips teasingly, the tip of mine peeks out to taunt his, pointed and just touching it, wanting to coax it into my mouth so I can bite it.  Still holding my chin he grabs my lower lip between his teeth and sucks it into his mouth, and a slow rumble comes from deep in his chest.  My hands grip the arms of the chair I’m sitting in tightly and my groin instinctively pushes into it, my back arches, and all of me reacts to his suck as if getting sucked in too.  Releasing my lip he slides his tongue over my cheek to my ear and pulls the lobe, capturing it by the bite of his teeth. 

“I’m going to fuck you now, baby.”  It comes out strained and rough.

My pussy is standing up clapping, shouting her approvals.

When Marco says he’s going to fuck me, especially right now, it’s not dirty or callous or cheap.  On the contrary, it’s heady, erotic, and intense, with a deep timeless hunger, a culmination of a need so old to bond, to bury, to drown in each other, to submerge into that mindlessness where two become one.  He is going to take me and I can’t fucking wait. 

“Come, baby, I want to undress you.” 

He takes my hands and pulls me up from my chair and leads me into the bedroom.  When I see his bed I stop, totally entranced by it.

“It’s so beautiful, Marco.”  It comes out as if I’m mesmerized, and I am a little bit. 

“Thank you, baby, it’s going to be even more beautiful with you in it.  Come here, love, I need to see you stunning and naked.”

I walk to stand in front of him, my hands at my sides, waiting for him to do what he wants with me.  My sex pulses and throbs with anticipation of what he’s going to do, my mind flashing images and with each one my heart jumps and my breathing accelerates.  He lifts a finger and traces lightly over my lips, across my jaw, down my neck to brush on top of my collar bone then comes to rest between my breasts.