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“And I want to meet this mystery man of yours.”

“Yeah, he said the same thing.”

We finish up and say our good byes.  I check my phone and see Marco texted me an hour ago and it makes me smile.  I have butterflies in my stomach, why do I still get like this just from his simple random messages?

Hi baby, do you want me to pick you up?

That would be nice, I’m at the Slice of Life on Market

Ok, I’ll be there in 5 minutes

O
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I slide my mini white pea coat on and shove my phone in my pocket.  I look up and see the guys who came over to us earlier looking at me, their eyes are like daggers.  I want to stick my tongue out at them but I just turn away.  I take out my phone again and start going through all my messages cleaning them out when two arms come around me.  I instantly recognize everything about him, his smell, the feel of the weight of his arms around me, the soft tickle of the hair on his face against my cheek.

“Hi baby, your friend’s already gone?” he whispers nuzzling my ear.

“Hi Marco, yeah, she left just when I texted you.”  I love the feel of him against me.

“Come on, Elizabeth, let’s go home and get naked.”

Heat shoots through my body.  As I stand I happen to look at those guys again and their mouths are wide open watching Marco and I.  Good.  Elsie was right, they are arrogant assholes.

When we get to my apartment Marco takes my keys from me and opens the door.  He helps me take off my jacket and hangs it up in the closet in the hallway under the stairs, stairs that aren’t even in my section of the house.  It makes for a cool looking closet though.

“I’m going to get a set of keys made for you, Marco.”

He hesitates for a moment before saying, “We haven’t spoken about you moving in with me again since that afternoon Elizabeth.”

I knew this was going to come up sooner or later but I would have preferred later.  I turn away from him pretending I’m fidgeting with something, not wanting to look him in the eye.

“I know.  Why don’t we wait a little while until you move in, Marco, before we talk about it?”  I turn back to face him and look up into his eyes while placing my palms on his chest before continuing, “Ok?”

“Ok.”  He studies me a moment holding me gently at my waist.  “So, how was dinner with your friend, what’s her name again?”

“Elsie, it was great, we had a really nice time.  I asked her if she wanted to join me in the classes at the gym and she is.  I guess you two will be meeting soon.”  I wonder what it will be like between these two strong personalities, I’m sure it will be interesting to say the least.

“I look forward to it.  Did you talk about Halloween?”

I lower my gaze and start to play with his shirt, feeling a little bad that I won’t be spending Halloween with him. 

“Yes, she wants me to come over this weekend to try on my costume.”  My face shoots up to look at him as I remember something.  “Oh, I need to go shopping.  Before this weekend.”

One of his eyebrows raise up in question.

“Oh, what for?”

“I need a corset.”  I unconsciously pull my lower lip between my teeth waiting for his reaction.

“I think you might need a few of them, baby, but what’s this one for?” he smirks at me.

“To wear under my costume, Mr. Bond.  Elsie thinks I should wear one to, um, push the girls up so that they are, um, participating at the party.”  I cock my head to the side and smile at him.

“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.”

The hints of arousal from down deep in my belly that started at the restaurant the moment his arms went around me and his scent filled me come rushing over me like a flood oozing out 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 is pulling both of mine over my head pinning them in place on the wall as the other is yanking my skirt up.  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 are ripping the panties from my body one second then he’s ramming himself in me the next.  Grabbing on to my hips he’s pulling me back to meet his thrusts, deep, hard, and needy.  I’m pushing back on him with as much force as he’s pounding 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 of 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 of 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 is the same satisfaction as what diving into a refreshing pool of water is to a man on the brink of death 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 in my ass.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she’s going wild coming undone.

And that pushes me over the edge.  I snap, my cock jerks inside of her and the skin on my testicles is so fucking tight I think it’s going to crack.  I cum so hard, thrusting hard and deep into her sweetness, grinding her ass onto me with her clit twisting 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 now, baby.”

Chapter 3

Marco

It’s 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 window view of the river on one side and the city on the other.  The exposed rafters and bricks are a perfect blend of modern and rustic with the frosted glass partitions and stainless steel appliances only 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 get things organized such as the kitchen supplies and linens after the truck got here.  They even made a shopping trip for me of household goods like soaps, detergents and paper items.  It’ll be ready for Elizabeth and I 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 take a survey of 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 with the chairs that match the couch in white tufted leather.  I can see Elizabeth spread out on that table naked and looking delicious. 

I walk to the master bedroom where I’ve almost gotten everything unpacked.  My king sized 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 and it makes me happy.

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 and I guess I’ll just keep them put away until I decide what to do with them.  We all have pieces of our past that we keep 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 4:00 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 ther
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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, Elizabeth.  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, 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 asks, sitting up in her chair becoming fully alert.