Alfonzo (22 page)

He
brought
her legs
up
a
round his waist
as he positioned himself and slid slowly
but firmly between her thighs. There was a slight stiffening
and
he leaned forward, licked and sucked her breasts, waiting for her to relax before he surged further, telling himself, ‘
Take it easy…go slow…wait for her.
’

H
er body
began to
adjust
to
the penile
intrusion
. He could feel the lubricants and her muscles expanding. He went further,
pushing harder, prying her wider to fit him, making her gasp
as he filled her. He tried to stay
in check as the soft moist folds of her flesh
were like bookends on his penis. She was extremely tight
and he knew it was nerves, she was clamping down too hard each time he tried to stroke her. He
grit
his teeth, putting aside his urge to pump like a goddamn oil drill and
concentrated on
Selange.
Her eyes were closed
and lips parted as she breathed in this new sensation. Alfonzo’s
movements
were controlled,
sacrificing carnal passion for gentle
sexual introduction.
S
he
completely
relaxed
, he saw it when she smile
d
and felt it when
the
crushing sensation eased and her
hips swiveled
to join in this sexual dance.
She peered from beneath
those dark lashes
with such satisfaction he almost chuckled. Mission accomplished, she was no longer on a virgin island.

She clung to his neck and imitated his movements, so naturally and on point he nearly forgot a minute ago she’
d never been intimate with a guy. Obviously, she learned fast and when he kissed her hungrily, he met fire in return. Her fingers were squeezing his biceps and she was tonguing him like a pro.
Oh
Shit,
now she’s stepping up the game!’

He
gyrated
, rolling his pelvis,
lifting and descending with her, gripping her buttocks pushing up and down on them, rotating her cheeks to wax her interior walls. Her tongue froze, her head
went
backward
as
goosebumps
appeared on her skin and
she cried his name
, as indescribable shockwaves exploded throughout her body
.

She
pant
,
“
Alfonzo…Alfonzo
,
”
as the sensual friction grew more powerful. She didn’t know how to contain it and he was increasing its intensity with his lips on her, suckling and tasting her as if she were food. He was extremely cut, muscles in all the right places and the one inside of her, so damn delicious
, she wanted to taste it. But Alfonzo led the dance with his sensual movements and she had no choice except to follow.
Their synchronized tempo was a sensual one and he grinned when she grabbed
his ass panting from the sheer wonder of what was occurring.

Soon, he increased the tempo, loosening his personal restraints a bit and he brought her legs higher to his shoulders,
went harder and s
he flopp
ed
like a ragdoll, thrashing, trying to lift forward, rubbing his thighs, anything to slow the momentum. But he wanted her to feel it all and smiled when she spasmed. He felt the heat increase on his penis and slowed the tempo. Moist hands gripped his flesh when another spasm seized her and she moaned. He smiled as she
savor
ed
the euphoric sensation
of copulation
.
He k
issed her cheek
,
as the soft
hands continued to caress his back and buttocks.
Selange
became
totally
pliant
as the orgasmic
sensation corrupted every fiber of her soul
. She clutched at him
when
her vaginal muscles rapidly squeezed his shaft and
her arms stretched over her head and she exhaled in one long musical
note
, “
Ohhhhhhhhh
.”

He slowly withdrew and Selange’s hand slid down his side as he tossed the
soiled
condom in the wastebasket the
n
eased down beside her
and brought her head into the crook of his arm
.

What the hell am I doing
, chicks never spend the night
?

His flesh remained afire and beads of sweat were visible on his forehead.
Selange caused him worry because he was beginning to care about her
.
She was atypic
al from the usual women he
screwed
. She was sweet, smart, caring and unspoiled. But he worried, he might hurt her…emotionally…and he
didn’t want to do that.
“How you doing?”
He asked.

She smiled
and it was breathtaking
, “Tired and happy.”

He kissed her forehead and caressed her scalp with his fingers. “Go to sleep, I’ll wake
you in a couple of hours.”

She nodded then drifted to sleep, wrapped protectively in his arms.
S
elange made him feel good. The
sudden
overwhelming possessiveness frightened
him.

Was
it possible to love a woman when bridled by demons?
He wondered.
Sometimes he stood on the edge of death,
yeah;
being out there humping and grinding with ruthless back-stabbing motherfuckers could get you a bullet. He wondered if all the crazy sh
i
t going on was because he pissed off somebody and didn’t know it. There were
so many
people standing on line for his ass, he
should
give
out
numbers like they do at DMV. Hell,
anger and violence
always lurked in the shadows
on these streets
.

‘C
razy blue eyes
, that’s what they call me. Simply because I’m not afraid to die and they are
!
’

He scoffed, glanced at the fly woman in his arms and dismissed the possibility
of a long-term relationship
.
She hadn’t witnessed the
darkness of his life, or knew the depths of his deception.
At this moment he experienced a semblance of normalcy. A joy of being connected with
someone special, but he dared not hope for the impossible.
One thing he learned about life was
; on the heel of happiness sits tragedy.
Happiness
, even a small portion
became a
liability in this business. A
steady
woman
was
a lethal distraction. Enemies hid, plotted and waited for an opportunity to
strike
,
sometimes they str
uck
at the heart of a man
and h
it the people he love
d
. It didn’t matter if you got
out the business, found
religion
…once in the game…always in the game.

This killer with the name Freddie had struck at his heart.

He realized the irony
,
Uncle Al and
Selange’s mom
were happy
and now they’re dead
.
A relationship with Selange had been a transitory thought
.

***

Ma
ria cleaned the house with the assistance of Carmen’s children
late that
evening
. She opened the
drapes to see Alfonzo’s car parked at the curb. It was six in the evening and she had
yet to tell him about his father.
Those men last night said Luzo wanted to see his son. Panicked, she sent them away hoping they would not return.
Carmen calmed her and advised
her
it
was
time to tell Alfonzo the truth
before the men returned
.
The gift
they brought for her son
was placed in a hall
closet, far back on the shelf. Shakily she
retrieved
the large package
and decided
to tell him now. T
hey
would open the box together
. Yes, she must do it
before her courage waned.

L
ights were
on in the basement
. Glasses lined the bar and a small red
box sat
there
.
A box i
dentical to the one Selange carried last night.
She put her ear to the bedroom door, nothing. She tapped lightly, waited,
then
entered.
She cupped her mouth embarrassed at imposing on such an intimate moment.
Alfonzo slept cradling
the nice girl
Selange. Her wavy hair cascaded down his
bare chest. They looked so peaceful and happy. Discreetly she
retreated
rolling
the rosary beads around her neck
in prayer
. Once Alfonzo learned the truth he may
never forgive her
but God would
.

CHAPTER TWENTY—
TWO

His
cell
rang
like crazy. It awoke him from a deep slumber.
Alfonzo
squinted groggily at the clock, “
Man, it’
s after
ten o’clock.
”
He twisted his head to find Sel
a
nge resting soundly with one bare leg peeking from beneath the cover. Damn, she looked so beautiful he thought before slipping
quietly
out of the bed
.
He rummaged through his pants pockets until he grasped
the
cell
and
checked the messages. There were numerous missed calls and text
s
.
There was
a long tirade
from Antonia which he immediately deleted
before
dropp
ing
the cell
on
the
nightstand and
heading to the
shower
. When he finished bathing
,
he
dressed in a casual outfit then
strolled
upstairs to raid the fridge.
I‘m starved
!

He returned
later
to find Selange sitting on the edge of the bed
wrapped modestly
in a sheet. He smiled, wondering why in the hell would she hide such a
luscious
body
?

“Hi,” she said.

“Good evening babe,” he
replied
cheerfully. His mood
light because of her.

I can get accustomed to having her around
,
regularly!

S
he s
t
oo
d
too fast and
a
foot
became
e
ntangled
i
n the sheet
bringing her crashing into him. He steadied her and chuckled
, “
C
areful.
”

“I guess I’m not awake
, yet
.”

“I guess not,” he chuckled. She looked radiant, even now.

“
Can
I have a towel?”

“
Yeah, sure…follow me…
they‘re
right
in here.”
He
said while
escort
ing
her to the bathroom
. He opened the linen closet
then departed.

Later,
Se
lange emerged from the bathroom clean and refreshed to find the
bedroom
tidied
,
her clothes folded neatly
atop the bedspread
and Alfonzo MIA
. She looked around th
e fashionably decorated bedroom
with its king-size bed and paisley divan with
the
Aztec afghan draped over one side
smiling from ear to ear
.
This was a
masculine
room,
dark mahogany headboard
,
matching paintings of
horses in muted hues of dusk
y
brown
and her smile faded when she
wondered
how many
women
he entertained
here.
She felt a pang of jealousy for the first time
in her life
. After what occurred between them she
prayed
he
’d
be gentle with her heart
. A
man like Alfonzo was certain to break it
,
but she was willing to suffer the pain for a smidgeon of happiness.
The only reason she remained a virgin is because she hadn’t met anyone who
elicited an emotional and physical desire
until Alfonzo. She walked toward
the
closet
,
opened it
and whistled, “Wow!”