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  She closed her eyes and felt heaven come over her.

  Ten

  She woke up with a look of surprise on her face. It took a moment to remember where she was.

  The smell of good food wafted to her and she felt all of a sudden fiercely hungry. She looked around the room and saw his shirt on the floor. She got out of bed and put on his white shirt. It went all the way down and covered her hips. She hid behind the bookshelf and peeped at him in the kitchen. He was preparing breakfast.

  He looked up, and before she could duck had noticed her head. He smiled at her. ‘Hi.’

  ‘Hey,’ she responded.

  ‘Take a quick shower,’ gesturing towards the bathroom. ‘Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes.’

  ‘Yessir,’ she said with an amused smile, heading towards the bathroom.

  She closed herself inside the bathroom, and saw that there was a varied assortment of toiletries inside the wall cabinet. She went into the shower cubicle and washed herself with warm water. That done, she stepped out of the shower cubicle and searched his bathroom cabinet for some deodorant. There was Eau Pour Homme by Armani and Platinum Egoiste by Chanel. She applied the Armani roll-on onto her underarms and smiled to herself when she noticed the two cups with each a continuing a toothbrush. One was labeled: MINE and the other: YOURS. VERY NEW.

  She took the “very new” toothbrush and thoroughly brushed her teeth before gurgling with some mouthwash that she found in the cabinet.

  Two soft knocks came at the door. Before she could reply the door opened slightly and his voice asked, ‘I’ve got chicken polony and French polony. Which would you like?’

  She spat into the wash basin. ‘Which do you recommend?’

  ‘The French have always had good taste in food, not clothes.’

  She laughed. ‘Okay.’

  ‘Une autre chose. How would you like your eggs?’

  ‘Um…it’s a bit complicated.’

  Excite me,’ he said with an mused laugh.

  ‘I like them beaten, but not scrambled.’

  ‘Comin’ up.’ He closed the door.

  She inspected her teeth in the mirror. Fine. Then with a contemplative expression on her face she chose Egoiste to spray onto her body before putting on his shirt and stepping out of the bathroom.

  ‘Señorita, breakfast is served.’

  She sat down at the counter and stared at her dish: three vienna sausages, toast bread, some yoghurt, eggs, carrot salad, and some fruits next to a steaming cup of coffee. Same for him.

  She lifted the cup of coffee and took a sip. She picked up her fork and tasted the eggs and viennas. ‘Mmm. Good. Very good, Mr. Imposimato.’

  ‘Grazie.’

  ‘There’s something I’d like to know,’ she said, stealing a glance at him.

  ‘Prego.’

  ‘Where did you learn to sew so well?’

  ‘My mother – bless her soul.’

  ‘She also taught you how to cook?’

  He smiled at her. ‘My mother was a very talented woman.’

  A brief moment of silence passed.

  She frowned curiously at him. ‘What do you do?’

  ‘Another thing my mother – God bless her soul – taught me: Don’t talk while you’re eating.’

  ‘So what’re we supposed to do?’

  He responded with a smile. ‘We eat in silence, admire each other’s faces and fall in love.’

  She smiled back and became silent as she ate her food.

  After breakfast she changed into her own clothes. He walked her to the door when she was done. ‘Why does my deo smell so much better on you?’

  She stepped outside and turned to stare at him. ‘Maybe because I’m beautiful.’

  ‘Ouch.’

  She laughed in amusement. ‘Bye.’

  He watched her walk away and leaned against the door. ‘Hey.’

  She stopped walking and turned back to look at him.

  He smiled at her. ‘Think of me.’

  She feigned surprise and asked, ‘Why should I?’

  * * * * *

  She grabbed his balls in her hand and stroked them. His cock firmed up and she took it in her hand and caressed it, feeling herself begin to flood with moisture at her loins. She climbed on top of him and held his cock like a pedestal as she gently inserted it into her flooding warmth. She swallowed him inside her and gasped aloud as a wave of pleasure came over her. She began to grind herself against his pelvis.

  He grabbed her waist and jammed himself hard against her. She moaned endlessly as wave after wave of ecstasy seized her and took her to a wonderful world where only pleasure and excitement existed. He pulled her down to him and took her breasts in his mouth, sucking on them while his hands stroked her buttocks and pressed them down on his cock. He slammed himself against her until she felt her body jerk involuntarily as another wave of earth-shattering orgasm knocked the senses out of her. He rolled her body around and climbed above her. He grabbed her legs and folded them backwards flat against her chest as her fed his strong erection into her…

  ‘Rosina!’

  The bark came from her producer, waking Rosina from her wayward daydream. She stared sheepishly at the fool.

  ‘You’re on,’ he said with an annoyed expression on his face.

  Rosina forced her mind back to the present and composed herself. She cleared her throat as the studio went live.

  ‘President Obama says…’

  * * * * *

  Still unable to get the thoughts of him out of her mind, Rosina sat at her desk inside her office and scanned the Internet for news from around the world. Her distraction reigning supreme, she eventually picked up the phone and called him.

  * * * * *

  He was at his apartment, sitting on a chair by the window, reading To Kill A Mocking Bird, when his cellphone rang. He answered it. ‘Amazing.’

  ‘Huh?’

  ‘You did actually think of me.’

  ‘Not really,’ she countered.

  ‘I only started to think of you the moment I picked up the phone.’

  ‘Comforting to know.’

  She laughed. ‘Listen, I was thinking maybe we can do dinner at my place this evening.’

  ‘I’m listening.’

  ‘That’s it.’

  ‘That’s what?’

  ‘Are you coming or not?’

  ‘You didn’t ask,’ he teased.

  ‘It was implied in my suggestion.’

  ‘What suggestion?’

  ‘Okay,’ she said with an exasperated sigh. ‘You are not gonna make this easy for me, are you?’

  ‘No, I’m playing. It’s a great idea. What time?’

  ‘Seven. Eightish?’

  ‘Alright.’

  ‘It’s number 18 at the Lombardy Heights.’

  ‘The high life.’

  ‘We try to enjoy it while we can.’

  ‘Ha-ha-ha,’ he mimicked in feigned laughter.

  ‘See you at eight.’

  ‘Okay.’

  ‘Bye.’

  ‘Okay.’

  End of call.

  * * * * *

  Rosina Ameliano lived in an opulent apartment at the Lombardy Heights on Sixth Avenue. It had three bedrooms, a big living room and a wide terrace.

  Presently she arrived at the apartment to find some packed suitcases in the hallway. She went into the living room and found herself face to face with a big Black man who stood tall like a giant inside the living room, playing with a big phone in his hand.

  She greeted him apprehensively. ‘Hello.’

  ‘Hi,’ he bellowed in a deep booming voice.

  Paulina emerged from her room. ‘Oh, there you are, Rosie.’

  Rosina frowned at Paulina. ‘Hi.’

  ‘Um, this is Darrien,’ said Paulina, referring to the big man. ‘Honey, this is my very good sister, Rosina. She’s good at everything she does, that’s why we call her that.’

  ‘Pleasure to meet you,’ he bellowed a
gain in his astounding voice.

  ‘Same here,’ responded Rosina, and then she turned to face Paulina. ‘Paulina, can I have a minute?’

  Paulina blew a kiss at Darrien before following her sister. ‘We won’t be long, baby.’

  They got into Paulina’s room and closed themselves inside.

  ‘Paulina, what are you doing?’

  Paulina’s face was a picture of puzzlement. ‘What do you mean, big sis?’

  ‘Who’s…no…what’s that?’

  ‘My new boyfriend. I thought I told you about him?’

  ‘Yes, but you didn’t tell me he was a big monster with a huge knife scar on his cheek.’

  ‘He’s got a big, really lovely cock and he fucks like a maniac. I love him.’

  ‘You only met the guy two weeks go,’ Rosina said pointedly.

  ‘Life’s too short,’ Paulina smiled mischievously, heading for the door. ‘Goodbye, honey.’

  ‘Where’re you going?’

  ‘Darrien’s taking me to Vegas for the weekend. Bye.’ She blew her sister a kiss and opened the door.

  ‘Paulina, be careful,’ Rosina said in a serious voice.

  ‘You should wish me to have fun—.’

  ‘I mean it, Paulina,’ Rosina said sternly. ‘Take care.’

  ‘Alright. See you when I get back.’ She left Rosina standing there as she closed the door.

  Eleven

  When she opened the door Imposimato was standing there with a bottle of Krug Grand Cuvée in his hand. He lifted it up in his hand with a broad smile on his face. ‘People who live in such opulent places should enjoy such marvelous champagne.’

  She smiled back. ‘I’m afraid I can’t.’

  ‘Why not?’ he asked, still standing outside the door.

  ‘Come on in.’

  He obliged, and after she closed the door she invited him to the dinner table that was already set with dishes, lit candles and flowers that made it a wonderful sight to behold. It thrilled him that she had gone through the trouble of trying to impress him.

  ‘Looks delicious,’ he complimented. ‘Will go well with the champagne.’

  ‘I’m afraid I can’t indulge in that,’ she told him, placing a napkin upon her lap.

  ‘Why not? This is top grade champagne; to go with excellent food and to be enjoyed in the company of exceptionally beautiful women.’

  She smiled, and at that moment he realized for the umpteenth time that she truly was a very beautiful woman. ‘I do not take alcohol,’ she said.

  ‘Hm,’ he mused quietly.

  ‘If all the money that the world spends on liquor and cigarettes was instead put in a vault somewhere we would have more than enough money to feed all the world’s starving children, especially in Africa.’

  ‘True. I feel guilty already.’

  ‘Put the bottle on the table, and let’s enjoy dinner.’

  He did as told, and picked up a knife and a fork. ‘Alright, here goes.’

  He cut a peace of the fish. He cleared his throat elaborately and threw the piece into his mouth. He instantly started coughing like he was choked, stood up and did an excellent theatrical show of being unable to breathe.

  Rosina was shocked, and was rising to her feet when he suddenly stopped his act and sat back down.

  ‘Woman, you want to kill me?’

  She laughed. ‘Get outta here.’

  ‘I’m kidding. It’s great. Delizioso.’

  A moment of silence passed.

  Rosina cleared her throat. ‘Ferdinando.’

  ‘Yes?’

  ‘I got some questions that I wanna ask you.’

  He smiled at her. ‘I was wondering when the interview would start.’

  With an amused smile, she let that pass. ‘What do you do?’

  He did not bat an eyelid. ‘Construction.’

  ‘Seriously?’

  ‘I like tearing things up and building them up again. Greatest job in the world.’

  ‘Or you mean ordering people around while you while away time doing nothing?’ she taunted.

  ‘Does it occur to you – beautiful lady – that for any group of people to be productive there is need for a sharp and decisive leader?’

  She laughed for a short while. ‘Family?’

  ‘Only child. My beloved Papa died eight years ago, and my mother – bless her soul – followed 3 years—.’

  He stopped in mid-sentence, having looked up above her head and noticed a poster of a fiery redhead. ‘Wow!’ he exclaimed and was silent for a moment. ‘Who’s that?’

  ‘My younger sister. Her name’s Paulina.’

  ‘I’d like to meet her.’

  ‘What? Am I not enough for you?’ she teased.

  ‘Jesus!’ he exclaimed again, his eyes transfixed on the portrait, and continued as if he hadn’t heard her. ‘Who shot that picture?’

  She did a shoot for GQ and decided that was her best shot.’

  ‘Are you kidding? GQ?’ He rose to his feet in a mesmerized state and crossed over to the picture. He stood before it and examined it reverentially. ‘What does your sister do?’

  Paulina sighed inaudibly. ‘Of all things, she runs a wedding-dress boutique and has surprised everyone – including me, frankly – by turning it into a brisk business.’

  He returned to his chair, his eyes still stealing glances at the portrait on the wall. ‘Is she good…at what she does?’

  ‘Actually, so good she wakes up after 10 daily and can be absent from her workplace for a week and still money rolls in.’

  ‘You sound fond of her,’ he said, gazing into her eyes.

  ‘I am,’ she confessed. ‘She’s the only family I have.’

  He resumed eating his food. ‘This food is without doubt the best I’ve had since Ma – bless her soul – went to heaven.’

  She stared at him and gave him one of those killer smiles of hers. ‘He’s comparing me to his Mama. What am I supposed to make of that?’

  He got up, went round the table to her, leaned down and kissed her neck. ‘It means my soul is feeling your flow; and I really, truly, honestly pray that it will only grow.’

  She put down her fork and knife. ‘I cannot say something to match that.’

  ‘Get up,’ he ordered in a gentle voice.

  She complied. They stood toe to toe, staring into each other’s eyes. Time seemed to stop moving. It was a wonderful moment for both of them.

  He raised his hand and traced a finger along her left cheek with his left hand. Then affectionately he stroked her jet-black hair. ‘I’m looking into your eyes trying to see the future, and I like what I see.’

  He kissed her. ‘I would like to go places with you, but right now…right now I want to make you fly high.’

  She was wearing a black skirt suit with black stockings tucked underneath the miniskirt. He inserted his hands now into her blouse and brought out her breasts. He kissed her, and her hands hurriedly fumbled with the buckle of his belt. She quickly unzipped his fly and brought out his cock.

  His hands were also busy, pushing up her miniskirt and caressing her buttocks. He inserted a hand under her red thong and stroked her in between her buttocks. She moaned and kissed him more passionately. She moved back, pulling him with her impatiently, and sat upon the table. He inserted his left hand between her legs as she frantically unbuttoned his shirt. His hand found her vagina and went inside…

  ‘Oh God!’ she groaned with raw animal lust and fell against his strong frame.

  He scooped her up in his arms and went with her to the bedroom.

  They had quick and violent sex, pushing in…pulling out…in a frenzy of passion and ecstasy so intense they both thought they would die and not wake up after this. It was such a mutually wonderful feeling…being on top of the world and not giving a care about tomorrow…

  He woke up in the middle of the night and found himself erect. He shook her awake and went down her body. He covered her vagina with his mouth and stroked it with his lips and
tongue, seeking out her clitoris with his tongue and stroking it vigorously. She became fully awake, and dug her fingers into his hair as the excitement coursed throughout her body. He took her clitoris in between his lips and sucked hard on her. She went mad, writhing her legs and shrieking excitedly.

  He slid off the bed and stood beside it. He pulled her towards the edge of the bed to him and opened her legs wide. He held her left leg upright as he inserted his erection into her. She screamed in delight as he began to make quick thrusts inside her. He dropped his head to her chest and stroked her breasts with his mouth as he slammed himself into her. He drove his penis deep into her and groaned as the pleasure of their mutual passion swept away his sanity. She lifted her ass off the bed and sought to swallow him into her a little more…a little deeper… ‘God! Oh Jesus Almighty Christ!’

  He dropped her leg and slapped shut her thighs, making her lie on her right side. Then he entered her sideways, pushing her knees to her chest and opening up her ass for the taking. He stroked the crack of her ass until his finger found the tight ring of her anus. He stroked it in circles as he continued digging into her vagina with his shaft. Gently he inserted his thumb into her anus and she let out a loud scream that sent his lust shooting to the roof. He slammed harder and faster against her buttocks, seeking for glory inside her vagina.

  He dropped down on the bed and lay behind her. He stroked her breasts as he entered her from behind in their spoons positions. He rammed himself into her for a while before pulling her to her knees and bringing her down onto his shaft. With her back to him, she began to dance up and down on him, taking his whole length inside her pussy and slapping her ass against his taut thighs. He grabbed her waist and worked her up and down on him. Then he pushed her forward and pushed her chest down on the bed. She jutted her ass back and high in the air, ready for his rod. He stroked her buttocks with his hands lustfully and parted them as he drove his rigid erection forward into her. He went inside her flooding canal and the madness of ecstasy seized him once more.