When Love Calls (Chapter Six)

QUINTESSENTIAL TRIBECA LOFT
New York, New York
Pre-Dawn Hours

Zaniyah pivoted her head and looked over at Marcus. His light snoring advised her he was sleep. She lifted his arm from off her lower abdomen and scooted sideways. She rested his arm on the mattress, and then flipped the covers aside. She sat up and then rose from the bed; she walked into the bathroom and gently pushed the door close. She placed her ear up to it. She hurried over to the marble-top vanity and lifted her purse from off the surface. She opened it, and then dug around inside. She took out an ovulation detection test. She returned her purse where it once rested and ripped the package open and balled the paper up; she leaned down and buried it under several items in the trash bin. She walked over to the porcelain commode.

Zaniyah squatted and then placed the ovulation detector directly under herself for a potential urine stream. She took a breath and ceremoniously voided on the test. She removed the detector, and finished urinating inside the toilet. Zaniyah reached over and placed the ovulation test on the vanity. She unrolled a train of toilet paper and cleaned the saturation between her legs. She threw the soiled paper inside the commode, straightened her posture, and moved to the sink. Zaniyah turned on the cold water faucet knob, pumped a dollop of soap into her palms, and placed them under the running water. She thoroughly washed her hands and turned off both water faucets. Zaniyah dried her hands on the hanging towel as she glanced down at the test. She smiled behind the results.

Zaniyah lifted the test, pulled up a Kleenex from out the tissue box, and then wrapped the test inside. She placed it back inside her purse, closed it, and walked out the bathroom.

Zaniyah waked back over to the bed and got under the covers. She reached under the covers and stroked Marcus’ manhood.

“Uhh,” Marcus mumbled in his sleep.

You may as well wake up handsome, you have a major role to play in my initial plan.

Zaniyah pulled the covers down and scooted to the side of Marcus’ body. She bent her head down and kissed his hirsute chest wall. She moved her hair aside, and licked over one of his nipples.

Marcus opened his eyes.

“What the fu….”

He lifted his head from off the pillow; he pivoted his head to both sides.

“Good morning.”

His head hit the pillow

“And a nice start, if I’m allowed to say so.”

Zaniyah threw her leg over Marcus’ stomach and settled her pelvis on his groin. His chest wall cushioned hers.

“The first half of the ballet was nice.” She outlined his goatee with the tip of her finger, and then kissed him under his chin. She found his eyes. “The thrilling ride under the covers.” She tugged on his bottom lip. She released the entrapment; she concentrated on his corneas she glimpsed in the shadows of the moonlight streaming through his loft window. “And the dinner was excellent.”

Marcus linked his arm around Zaniyah’s lower back

“Woo…back up beautiful. A ride?”

“Yes.”

“I see I have to really put it down on my beautiful woman; this dick isn’t no ride when it’s up in that tight pussy of yours.”

“You can be very vile you know.”

He leaned his face upward and quickly kissed her on the lips

“Are you loving it?”

Zaniyah reached her hand backwards and teased Marcus’ scrotum with the tip of her nails.

“Maybe you should give me another series of lessons, in hitting another homerun.”

Marcus unhooked his arms from Zaniyah’s waist. He palmed the sides of her face and tugged her face to his; he tenderly kissed her on the lips. He kissed the side of her neck. He inched her face back.

Both pair of eyes acknowledged the other.

 “Do not get me feeble-minded for this, and then bail on me in the next breath. One thing about me you need to know before you, or I put in much needed effort to make this work. I do not like losing good things once they are found.”

I have no plans of walking away from this either until my mission has been accomplished she thought.

“I think we need to agree on this, in a more…ah, let’s say productive way.”

“My beautiful woman after my own heart.”

Fuck, he forgot to buy a box of condoms. Shit he thought.

“Marcus could I ask you something?”

“You have my attention.”

“Ahh...how many women have you slept with.”

“Is this a trick question? Baby, you got my dick hard, and you ask that of me, now.”

“Yes.”

“Two, however, each woman was part of a very long relationship.”

“Two. How old are you?”

“I’m thirty seven.

“I see.”

“And since we are asking. How many men have shared my beautiful woman’s bed?”

“One.”

“Damn. Seriously?”

“Yes.”

“Why you ask.”

“Because we have made love until we fell asleep in each other’s arms, and I refuse to play the victim of the STD game.”

Marcus rubbed the tip of his fingers up and down Zaniyah’s spine.

Zaniyah’s body vibrated.

“With that being said beautiful. I forgot to purchase a box of prophylactics.”

Zaniyah leaned forward and fastened her mouth over Marcus’ mouth.

Marcus palmed the sides of Zaniyah’s face, and slowly sat up. He imprisoned Zaniyah’s hands behind her back and slurped his mouth over a breast nipple.

Zaniyah leaned down and kissed Marcus on top of his head.

Marcus kissed the column of Zaniyah’s neck. He suckled her neck, turning her olive-skin tone a darkish crimson red.

“Marcus.”

Zaniyah cocooned his head in the crook of her neck. She scooted her pelvis back and forth on his groin.

“You want this dick back inside you; now that we understand there will be no barriers between us, I will like to make love to my beautiful woman properly.”

“Make love to me Marcus.”

“And you are exclusively my woman.”

“Convince me not to stray, and I’m all yours from this day forward.”

Marcus leaned his head downward and kissed Zaniyah’s other nipple. He planted tender kisses up and down her cleavage; he kissed under her chin. He allowed her wrists freedom, and then palmed her face, he arrested her eyes.

“You are truly a very beautiful woman,” he whispered.

Marcus brought Zaniyah’s face forward and passionately kissed her. He removed one hand from off her cheek and reached down; he palmed his erection.

Zaniyah inched her buttocks up and eased the passage of her wet pussy down on Marcus’ solid shaft.

“Shh,” Marcus hissed.

“You said, I have a lot of convincing.”

“Tremendously.”

Marcus wrapped one arm around Zaniyah’s back, and maneuvered her body backwards.

Zaniyah’s back graced the silk bed covering.

Marcus palmed Zaniyah’s breast, and kissed the peak of the nipple; he gently squeezed it. His tongue slid over to the other breast. He licked around the areola, and mouthed the nipple. He tugged the blossomed nipple between his lips.

“Mar…cus. Oh God.”

Zaniyah palmed Marcus’ chest wall. She leaned her head up and kissed the hairy landing.

Marcus’ body slowly retreated. His tongue skated down Zaniyah’s stomach. He kissed around her belly ring. He wet his finger, and snaked it inside of her.

“Umm, oh Marcus.”

Zaniyah arched her back. She cradled her breasts.

Marcus kissed over Zaniyah’s downy hairs. His finger tonadoed inside her pussy deeper. He declined his head and roofed his lips over hers. His finger jiggled inside of her.

“Omm,” Zaniyah muttered between kisses.

Marcus removed his finger, lifted his lips from off hers, and smeared her vaginal juices across her lips. He bent his head down and recaptured her lips.

Zaniyah linked her arms around Marcus’ neck; she pulled his upper body down to hers.

Marcus kissed the side of Zaniyah’s neck.

“You taste so good beautiful woman,” he whispered in her ear.

Marcus rested on his stomach and gaped Zaniyah’s legs.

Zaniyah placed her palm on top of Marcus’ head, and mashed his face down to her pelvis.

Marcus removed Zaniyah’s palm and held her arms to her side. He flogged his tongue inside her, while suckling her inner walls.

“Mar…Mar…Marcus.”

Zaniyah could do nothing but surrender to the blissful feeling of Marcus’ tongue waltzing inside her inner vaginal walls. She rested her inner thighs against the sides of his face. She seaweed her pelvis, running from the erotic feeling of his tongue, yet embracing the skyrocketing pleasure.

“Marc…Marcus I want to feel you pumping inside of me.”

Marcus withdrew his tongue, and climbed between Zaniyah’s thighs. He braced her legs against his chest, cupped his manhood and darted his shaft inside her womanhood.

“Oh sweet mercy,” Zaniyah moaned under her breath.

Marcus crashed his groin against Zaniyah’s pelvis. He kissed the heel of each foot. He opened her legs, and elongated his body; his feet indented the mattress. He palmed the base of his manhood between two fingers and repetitively stabbed it inside her womanhood.

“Ma...Marcus ple…please”

Zaniyah’s sentence got straggled in the back of her throat.

Marcus gripped the headboard and fulfilled the woman’s request. He withdrew his manhood, and then missiled it back inside of her; pleasing her beyond the imaginary of spoken words.

“Zaniyah…”

Both shuffled their bodies in the pursuit of physical euphoric.

Marcus bent his head downward and kissed Zaniyah.

Zaniyah cupped her palms behind Marcus’ head. She pulled his body closer to her body. She wrapped her legs around his back.

“Marcusss...ooo”

Zaniyah’s vaginal walls caved around Marcus’ dick.

Marcus strained his neck up toward the ceiling.

“Oh I feel my beautiful woman raining on this dick…shit.”

Marcus mated his groin against Zaniyah’s pelvis, her cupped her buttocks, and blanketed her mouth. His release overpowered hers.

“Oh fuck...fuck.”

“Umm.”

Zaniyah moved her pussy, absorbing the tingling sensation of his sperm spiraling inside of her; hopefully one finding a home within the comfort of her womb.

Marcus lifted his hands from under Zaniyah’s buttocks. He leaned back and looked down. He found her eyes in the darken bedroom.

“You are considered exclusively this man, understood.”

“No arguments from me.”

Marcus quickly kissed Zaniyah’s on the lips.

Zaniyah’s stomach growled.

“It seems like someone is hungry.

“After, I get fed from my handsome man once again. Then I will crash your kitchen and cook us a continental breakfast.

Marcus slid his semi-erection out. He laid on his back.

Zaniyah climbed over Marcus. She slowly kissed up his stomach, positioning herself on his groin. She reached down for his manhood.

“Shh,” Marcus’ head indented the pillow.

Zaniyah uprooted Marcus’ manhood, inched upward, and then slid her vaginal orifice down on it.

Explicit moans and groans echoed throughout the bedroom.

SAND POINT
Long Island, New York
The Next Morning

Mr. Delaro slammed his telephone receiver back on the cradle.

“Where the fuck is my daughter!”

There was a knock at his door.

“Come in!”

Tango reached down for the doorknob, twisted it, and then opened the door to Mr. Delaro’s office. He entered and pushed the door close.

“Mr. Delaro, I have that requested information on the man your daughter was with in Manhattan.”

“Well, I don’t have all fucking day, let’s see it.”

“You may not like it.”

“I don’t pay you think. I pay you to act! Now give me the fucking file.”

Tango cleared his throat and walked over to Mr. Delaro’s desk. He handed him the file.

Mr. Delaro reached out and accepted the file from out Tango’s hand. He placed it on his desk, and opened it. He lifted the picture of Marcus and read over his bio.

Mr. Delaro, flipped the stapled paper over and continued to silently read the report. He slammed the file close.

“My daughter is gallivanting with a fucking FBI Agent.” Mr. Delaro reopened the file, and scanned back over the report. “And according to this shit, an ex-Navy Seal.”

“According to the report, yes sir.”

Mr. Delaro stood and palmed the desk.

“You find my daughter, and bring her to me directly.” He slammed his fist down on the table. “And if you don’t locate her, I will put a bullet between your eyes.”

“Ahh, yes sir.”

Tango backed up. His back hit the door. He turned around and fumbled to grasp the door knob. He opened the door, and hurried out Mr. Delaro’s office. He pulled the door close.

Mr. Delaro sat back down. He reached forward and lifted the receiver from out the cradle. He dialed a series of number, and then placed the receiver up to his ear.

LUCCHESE CRIME FAMILY
Corleone, Sicily

“Yes, Mr. Delaro.”

“I need a favor, and I need some of your best men.”

“I thought we agreed not to use this line.”

“This cannot wait.”

There was a pause on the other end.

Mr. Delaro, knew the person on the opposite end, was sweeping a wand over the telephone to make sure it was absent of a wiretap.

“You are free to speak.”

“I need several cleaners in New York.”

“Is it someone within the organization?”

“Outside influence, which could jeopardize future operations.”

“Is it a sole individual or multiple?”

“A stupid fuck who do not know who he’s dealing with by using my daughter against me.”

“My men will be in New York tomorrow afternoon to discuss payment arrangements and the true nature of our target.”

“You may want to double the men from the last time.”

“Will all due respect Mr. Delaro. You handle your business your way, and allow me and my men to handle business our way.”

The call was cut short.

Mr. Delaro reached over and replaced the receiver back on the cradle.

He reopened the file again and read the bio on Marcus again.

“I do not give a fuck how many service awards or accommodations you may have. You have stepped into the wrong lion’s den, and to use my daughter; you better enjoy your last days of breathing.”

Mr. Delaro slammed the file close.


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