Slowly, we pull apart and press our foreheads together, both just allowing our heartbeats to slow down.

"Psychotic?" he whispers, pulling back to look at me with furrowed eyebrows, as if only now comprehending what i said.

And i burst out laughing.

"You think it's funny?" he asks, turning me around so that i have my back to his front and his arm comes across my shoulders, our fingers interlacing, as we both look at our reflection in the mirrored wall.

"You were imagining things, being unrealistic..shall i go on?"

Instead, he looks down at my dress and a scowl forms on his face.

"I hate this dress" he complains.

"You have made that very clear."

The doors open and we walk out to his car in the underground parking lot.

"You don't mind that i am the one taking you home?" he asks suddenly as the car pulls out and into the streets.

"No".

"Good"

*

We reach my neighbourhood and it's a complete contrast to where we are coming from. Unlike Angelo's place that is situated in the heart of the city, filled with skyscrapers, and glass buildings, my neighbourhood, is quiet and the buildings mostly concrete and old.

A gentle reminder of how different we are, our background, our upbringing and lifestyles are as different as night and day. How can something like this possibly work?

I feel him take my hand again as we walk up to my building entrance, looking at him, he looks content, oblivious to the thoughts running through my head.

"What's wrong" he asks suddenly.

Gosh, he is so good at reading me.

"I was just wondering about the woman from the party...the one you were with" i say. It's one of my many thoughts.

"Eva? She's a colleague and a friend. Nothing romantic is going on between us" He stops walking to explain.

"Ok" i say nonchalantly, pulling at his hand to follow me as i start walking again.

"Is that all?"

"Yes" I smile, and he tags at our hands so that i am the one who comes to him.

"I like when you smile" he says against my lips, bringing his other arm around me, as we exchange a short kiss. And it warms my heart at how gentle he is being with me.

"Let's go, am so cold" i complain.

"That should teach you to never wear........"

"Oh my God! will you let it go already" i rush inside.

Angelo takes the keys from me and opens my door, going in first. He closes the door after i walk in and i hear the lock turn.

And it suddenly hits me, am here in my apartment, alone with him, at somewhere past 10pm, there is only two ways this night will end and i don't know if i am ready for this step.

My thoughts are interrupted when he comes up behind me, one hand coming round to my front, just below my burst, while the other hand, gently rubs my bare back.

"I would like to stay, but if you want me to leave, i will, just say the words" he says softly against my ear, his breathe sending shivers down my spine.

I both love and hate that he is giving me a choice, throwing the ball in my court.

He stops and withdraws his touch altogether, and i already feel the emptiness.

"Marianne, do you want me to leave?" he asks seriously. But we both know what he is really asking.

I shake my head.

"I want to hear you say it." He insists, his voice husky.

"I want you to stay" I confess sincerely.

Gosh he is so pushy.

What else will he demand, an affidavit?

The thought causing a giggle to errupt abruptly from me.

"Something funny?" he asks absentmindedly, stepping back as if to study me, and i start to feel nervous.

"I was just wondering if you will need an affidavit too" i bite my lip, trying to imagine his expression.

"Mhhhmm, funny! i see we are making jokes now" He says, seemingly preoccupied with something.

Then his hands return to my body, running his fingers on the sides of the dress.

"Did i tell you i hate this fucking dress?" He asks rhetorically and i roll my eyes.

"Only a million times alr......." my words are cut of by the sound of material tearing.

"What are you doing? It's not mine" i try to step away, but one of his hands brings me back against his chest.

The psychotic jerk is really losing it now.

"I don't want you wearing someone else's clothes. Ever" he says through a clenched jaw, from the sound of his strained voice.

I try to move away again but i feel air hit my skin and realise i am now naked at the back, apart from my panties, so i lean back against him again for cover.

I had to lose the bra earlier because of the bare back, so now i hold the front of the dress tightly against me, as the only cover for my front.

However, he grips the dress from the front, pulling it away from my arms and body altogether, leaving me in only my black lacey panties.

Oh crap!

How did we get here so fast?

I don't remember the last time i was this naked before a man and my only comfort is that i am not facing him directly.

"Finally, i was dying to do that the moment i saw you in it?" he says, resting his chin on my shoulder.

I bring my arms over my chest to cover my exposed breasts, the slight chill in room temperature and overwhelmeing nerves, causing my nipples to stand out.

Angelo kisses my shoulder, then the back of my neck and head, as his hands caress my body. I feel him push my body into him, letting me feel just how much his body is reacting to me.

"Your skin feels so good, so soft and sweet" He whispers, biting my shoulder and licking my neck, eliciting soft moans to escape from my parted lips.

I start to really relax, and turn my head back to him. His mouth finds mine at the same moment his hands possesively cover my boobs, squeezing and kneading them with his fingers, and i moan into the kiss, allowing his tongue to twirl with mine.

The cool temperature now forgotten, i feel flushes of heat come at me in waves from my head to my toes, and i let my hand find the back of his head, not wanting the kiss to stop.

His fingers pull at my hardened nipples, before kneading my boobs again.

"Mhhmm, these are perfect" He whispers against my lips, before sliding his hands down my stomach to the waist band of my only piece of clothing. Pushing his fingers passed the elastic band, he finds the apex of my thighs and starts to massage my nub slowly.

"Ooohhhh" i moan into the kiss.

"The kiss slows, as we both start to pay more attention to the sensation his fingers are eliciting. He pushes his fingers lower to my entrance and groans.

"Fuck! you're so wet, so responsive" he grunts as if he is in some kind of pain. Pulling his hands back, he turns me around and lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist.

He walks us to my bedroom, our mouths teasing each other. Pushing the door closed with his foot, he lays me on the bed and steps back, making quick work of the buttons on his shirt.

I watch him do it, wanting to do it myself but too shy to bring myself to get up off the bed.

Watching me, he stops three buttons down and leans over me.

"Come, you do it, its only fair that you take something off too right?" he says, pecking my lips.

Shit! How is he always reading my mind.

I sit on the edge of the bed and start to unbutton the rest of his shirt, exposing a hard chest, covered with hair on his upper chest and lower stomach, its not thick or alot, but being this close, its very evident.

I spread my finger over his exposed skin, following the trail of hair down to his belt and then going back up again.

He lifts my head up, to receive a deep wet kiss.

"Don't be a tease Marianne, you're killing me" He drawls, his voice unbelievably laced with lust and desire.

I smile and bring my hands down to his belt, while he hands starts to massage my breasts again, an act that is clearly meant for his pleasure, based on the intense look on his face at the contact.

I see how much his erection is straining against the hard material and unbutton his jeans, bringing the zip down, but before i pull the material down off of him, he pulls something from his pocket.

A trio of condom foils, attached to each other.

He already knew where this night was going.?

Sneaky!

He holds it in his hands as i lower the jeans down along with his briefs, and my nerves start to get the better of me again as soon as his erection springs free, but Angelo stands there, oozing with the self confidence of someone who is comfortable in his own skin.

Choosing to be daring, i wrap my fingers around him, eliciting a deep groan from him as he closes his eyes briefly, only to open them and look back at me with renewed hunger.

I feel him throb in my hand, as his mouth comes back to mine, kissing me hard and slow until i feel my back hit the mattress behind me. Holding my hands on either side of me, he attacks my neck, sucking and biting until i am unable to withdhold the sounds begging to erupt from my mouth due to the pleasure he is giving me.

"Baby, i love to hear you." he says, against my skin, as his mouth closes over a nipple, teasing it between his teeth before he mouth continues down my body, until he kisses my pulsing needy core over the panties before raising himself on his knees and pulling the last bit of material between us off of me.

With his hands on my knees, he pushes my legs apart as far as they can go, completely exposing me to him and i feel a deep blush rush over me, my insecurities quickly rushing back.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now" he asks rhetorically, his eyes locked on my core and i desperately want to put my knees together but his grip is firm. Then he lowers his head until I feel him, tasting and touching me, in the most intimate way possible.

His moves are slow and thorough, so different from what i expected considering his imposing and aggresive personality, and i melt under his touch, my emotions hitting me like a train wreck.

He pulls away and i open my eyes after catching my breath in time to see him roll the condom on over his length, and when he starts to tease my wet folds back and forth and my fear gives way to anticipation, then impatience.

"Angelo" I want more.

He positions himself at my entrance, pulling my thighs closer to him. His invasion is nothing like the gentleness he showed me just moments ago and my body protests, my muscles clenching against the intrusion i am only experiencing for the second time in my entire life.

"You are clenching, you need to relax angel, you are so tense" he says, kissing the space between my breasts.

"Easy for you to say, you are not the one on the receiving end" i pant, feeling completely stretched and filled, the feeling almost uncomfortable, and he brings his face to mine.

"Always challenging me, even in this" he smiles, as we start to kiss softly, distracting me from the slight discomfort, but i can't deny how good it makes me feel, just to be this connected to him.

Then he starts to move, slowly but purposeful.

Our breathing starts to become heavy and ragged, his hand gripping my hip tightly. Then abruptly, he changes positions, so that he is now raised on his knees, his thighs spread apart and his arms touching the bed while they keep my knees back towards the bed, as his thrusts become hard and deep, so much that my body shakes everytime his pelvis makes contact with mine.

Oh Gosh! it's starting to feel so so good so fast, all the way down to my toes.

I feel the heat spread over my body in waves, and my stomach starting to clench.

"Mhhhmmm" i moan helplessly.

I throw my head back, gripping anything within my grasp tightly, as i get lost in the delicious sensations his body continues to draw out with every thrust of his hips.