Mm.. Undulated Ecstasy In Motion (Part I)

MANHATTAN, NEW YORK
  
Bruce held the back passenger door open for Isabella and Steffen.  
   
Isabella got in Steffen followed behind.  
   
Bruce pushed the door close and promoted his presence to the front passenger door. He opened it and consolidated his presence with the chauffeur; he pulled the door close.  
   
The elongated tinted window divided with ease.  
   
“Sig. Galeio, where would the destination be this evening?” Fredrick asked.  
   
“Straight to the terminus we’ve discussed earlier.”  
   
“Fifth Avenue,” Isabella put forth.  
   
She made sure the chauffeur understood her correct address.  
   
“Yes Sig. Galeio.”  
   
The tinted window divider affixed itself to its original position.  
   
The gray long-stretch limousine begin to make its designated journey.  
   
“Please tell me you’re not going to sit in the corner this entire ride?” Steffen challenged her.  
   
“If I must,” Isabella responded.  
   
“Can we at least talk?”  
   
“I suppose we can.”  
   
Isabella tried to borrow time by keeping the conversation to its minimum.  
   
“What are you feeling belle?”  
   
Isabella wanted to say, emotionally drained.  
   
“At this point Steffen, I am feeling nothing.”  
   
“I can cure that,” Steffen vouched. “Do you mind if I come closer?”  
   
“Suit yourself.”  
   
“I like that.”  
   
“What may that be?”  
   
“This invisible defense you’ve built around yourself.”  
   
“I have the foggiest idea what you’re talking about.”  
   
Steffen moved down the lengthen seat. His stalwart thighs rested inches from her unshielded one.  
   
Isabella handed Steffen back his tuxedo jacket.  
   
“Thank you.”  
   
“Prego.”  
   
Steffen threw his tuxedo jacket on the opposite seat.  
   
Isabella was thankful her turn was coming up at the next stoplight. Then this whole evening will be a vague memory. She pivoted her head sideways; she was ready to pay the piper.  
   
Steffen initiated kisses to Isabella’s bare shoulder blade.  
   
Isabella’s skin quivered.  
   
Oh, his lips felt so feel good on her skin she thought. Did she really want this to end?  
   
“No Steffen.” Isabella pushed Steffen’s existence away. “The seduction scene will not work.”  
   
She was glad he did not read the physical hunger in her eyes.  
   
“If you say so,” Steffen said with self-assurance.  
   
He scooted even closer and kissed her shoulder blade, her neck, and then made an upward route to her cheek.  
   
Isabella closed her eyes and rotated the side of her head; she trapped Steffen’s head between her shoulder blade while he persisted to kiss her neck, and then behind her earlobe.  
   
Please stop, please.  
   
Steffen gradually pivoted Isabella’s body to face him.  
   
“Steffen..., please.” Isabella swallowed down. She cupped his face and kissed him on the mouth. “My..., my turn is coming up,” she somehow let tumble out.  
   
Steffen drew back.  
   
What is it about this man’s touches that always seem to have her on the brink of ethical debility?  
   
Isabella inched away from Steffen; she pivoted and collected her purse. She turned to greet his attendance.  
   
“I will like to say before I reach my door. Take care of yourself and it has been exciting knowing you, goodbye Steffen.”  
   
Woo, she recited that with expertise she thought.  
   
She practiced saying that so many times to shelter what her heart wanted her lips to scream at him.  
   
I will always love you Steffen, always.  
   
Steffen unclasped his bow tie from behind, and tossed it aside. He negligently unbuttoned the first three black buttons of his tuxedo shirt. A small sigh of relief expelled from him.  
   
“I detest constrictive confinements, especially a tuxedo and all of its standard piecing additions.”  
   
Steffen unsnapped his black suspenders.  
   
“Personally, I’m a Giorgio Armani type of mon.”  
   
Steffen removed his cummerbund, and then the suspenders; he threw the items on the elongated seat across from him.  
   
“Is something wrong my love?”  
   
Steffen questioned Isabella. He deceitfully watched her glance out the limousine’s rear view tinted window in dismay.  
   
Isabella rotated her head to confront Steffen.  
   
“Steffen your chauffeur should have made a right turn back there at the light, not continue to drive forward, and then make a left turn.”  
   
Isabella reached for the limousine’s automatic window partition button.  
   
“My love there has been a slight change in plans.”  
   
“Pardon me for asking Steffen, but how does this change of plan involve me. And how does it correlate to detouring me from my destination, which is home?”  
   
Isabella hoped this was an alternate route. She scanned her perimeter for something familiar.  
   
“Do not be alarmed belle, but our destination is Teterboro, New Jersey.”  
   
Isabella begin to panic; her quiet and tame life was being infringed upon.  
   
“This is insane and totally out of character. I say you alert your chauffeur this instant, and advise him to turn this limousine around at once.”  
   
Steffen took Isabella’s hand, pulled her body into his, and then kissed her senseless; he ceased all future comments from her. He slowly inched back and gazed deep into her eyes; Steffen enfolded Isabella’s hands in his.  
   
“Isabella, my sweet belle. Would you have the honor of becoming Signora Galeio? I not only love you, but I need someone like you in my life to make me complete.”  
   
“Steffen I...”  
   
Steffen placed a finger over Isabella’s lips.  
   
“From the first moment I saw you; I vowed to myself I will have you by my side at all cost, but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I would be feeling such a greater emotion for you. I love you so much. Would you marry me?”  
   
Steffen removed his hand, leaned forward and kissed Isabella on the lips. He inched back, and then reached inside the front pocket of his tuxedo pants. He produced a black velvet jewelry box and opened it.  
   
“I have waited so long to give this to you, only you my love.”  
   
Steffen did not wait for a proper answer. He removed the ring from out the jewelry box and set the jewelry box on the mini-bar. He lifted Isabella’s left hand, and then slid the 24.78 carat Emerald-cut Pink Diamond engagement ring on her fourth finger.  
   
Steffen looked down at his latest accomplishment.  
   
“Perfect fit wouldn’t you say?”  
   
He kissed Isabella’s hand.  
   
“Steffen, I will not be marrying you. So you may take this boulder size ring from off my finger.”  
   
Isabella held out her hand to Steffen while she looked out the window.  
   
“Belle, if you do not wish to wed me, then you have my permission to remove it.”  
   
Steffen held his breath, he felt damn lucky this evening.  
   
Isabella turned around to face Steffen.  
   
“Steffen, are you sure about this? I’ve always had the distinctive impression, commitment was not to your liking.”  
   
Isabella laid her head on Steffen’s chest; she waited for the aftermath of his doubts to follow.  
   
“That was so true, until I’ve encountered and fell in love with a very sensuous donna.” Steffen kissed the top of Isabella’s forehead. “And only twenty-two.” Steffen stroked the side of Isabella’s shoulder blade with his finger. “Julius is reaping with envy, my business associates and senior business investors joked I must have had you ordered through a bridal catalog, and how I could put you in the position to tolerate me.”  
   
Isabella lifted her head from off Steffen’s chest and looked into his eyes  
   
“Well Mr. Galeio, what do you have to say?”  
   
Steffen cupped Isabella’s face within his palms.  
   
“Without a shadow of doubt or fear, I am one lucky mon. Did I not mention you are a beautiful knock-out too?”  
   
Steffen kissed the teardrops streaming down Isabella’s face.  
   
“I do hope these tears are joyfully representing Signorina Tramaine, not convicting Sig. Galeio?”  
   
“These are tears of rejoice, and yes I do love you Steffen.” Isabella kissed him on the lips; she caressed his cheek “Your proposal was so sentimental, oh my mother. I must call and tell her the wonderful news.”  
   
Isabella extended her arm to reach for the limousine’s telephone.  
   
“That my love has already been taken into consideration.” Steffen glanced down at his onyx dial concord Les Palais Swiss Quartz timepiece. “As we speak, your mother, accompanied by Mattie should be at the airport in time to greet you.”  
   
“You mean to tell me, you assumed I would agree to marry you without asking me first?”  
   
“Belle, you know I am a take charge, and take all type of mon.”  
   
Steffen waited for a reply or outburst from Isabella.  
   
“Oh Steffen.” Isabella kissed Steffen’s cheek. “This is so romantic, and this ring is very elegant, beautiful and rare.”  
   
Isabella held her outstretched arm in front of her; she admired the huge glittering stone on her left hand.  
   
“That ring was given to my great, great, great, grandmother by her husband. It is a Galeio family heirloom, and I feel blessed and honored to bestow it where it rightfully belongs, on your dainty left forth finger. Now that we have that business established, come here belle,” Steffen whispered.  
   
“Steffen, surely you don’t mean here?”  
   
“Why, you haven’t got any reservations about this?”  
   
“But this seat...”  
   
“Is very comfortable and accommodating.” Steffen lessened Isabella’s concern. “Being that you are now my fiancée, a pre-celebration is in order; please take in consideration it has been so long since I’ve really touched you and felt you touch me in return.”  
   
“And I would not want to be the one who stands in the way of a man’s physical hunger.”  
   
“God I love the way you think beautiful.”  
   
Steffen reached behind Isabella’s back, and unzipped her zipper. He slowly inched the top bodice of her gown down, and allowed it to repose just below her breasts.  
   
“Sei così bella.”  
   
Steffen leaned his head downward and kissed the top of Isabella’s breast, he circled his tongue around the aureole.  
   
“Umm,” Isabella whimpered.  
   
Isabella apprehended Steffen by his head, and imprisoned his dampen mouth against her breast.  
   
Steffen’s mouth took pleasure in Isabella’s breast. He massaged the budded nipple with the side of his tongue.  
   
“This is mad Steffen,” Isabella cried out in surrender.  
   
Steffen pulled Isabella’s body closer and collapsed his mouth over the other breast. He held her by her back as his mouth clashed with her breast nipple.  
   
Isabella arched her dazed head back in erotic obscurity. Her fever pitched body magnetically yielded to Steffen’s mastered touches.  
   
Steffen stopped long enough to speak.  
   
“My love are you sure you’re up to a lifetime of this?”  
   
Steffen kissed Isabella’s neck.  
   
“Of..., of what?”  
   
Isabella tried to reclaim her voice. She dared Steffen to reveal his futuristic physical plan of action now and make her feel of what’s to occur later.  
   
“Of this my love.”  
   
Steffen ensnared Isabella’s rosy erect nipple with his tongue and tugged it between his lips.  
   
Isabella elevated Steffen’s face and kissed him with an urgency that needed no upcoming answers or idle explanations. Her fingers galloped freely through fine clusters of natural tight-cropped curly hair.  
   
The confining black band worn to restrict its mobility, had somehow managed to become disband, and fell aside.  
   
Steffen trailed scorching kisses down Isabella’s jeweled neck, and then onto her bare chest. While kissing her, Steffen inched Isabella’s gown down even farther. He imprinted kisses around her navel, before commencing the path back up to her lips.  
   
“The window,” Isabella mouthed out incoherently.  
   
Steffen lifted his head.  
   
“Is tinted for privacy, a non-audible interior, and armored proof-plated for anyone whom feels like reliving their western days,” Steffen finished ahead of her. “I will always have your heart at best interest. Twenty-two huh?” Steffen peered into Isabella’s affable eyes; he caressed the side of her soft cheek.  
   
“Yes twenty-two. Why? Does the age difference hinder you?” Isabella meekly rushed out; she wore her heartstrings on her sleeve.  
   
“No my love, not in the least. You have demonstrated unquestionably time after time that you far exceed your chronological age, mentally, physically, and emotionally we shall labor on together.”  
   
Steffen stamped his oath upon Isabella’s lips with a sluggish kiss. He finished unbuttoning his shirt, and discarded it aside. He extracted shortly to proceed with his next course of feat at least he tried to.  
   
Isabella had others urges that needed quenched. She held Steffen’s head intact, and refused to renounce the intimate contact of his lips. Isabella darted her tongue inside Steffen’s mouth with an overpowered bodily hunger.  
   
Steffen successfully retired from such sweet inebriated trappings. His massive chest wall heaved with resurrected desire.  
   
“I love you, Steffen.” Isabella kissed Steffen’s neck. “I am going to appreciate being married to you Mr. Galeio.”  
   
Isabella lifted her gown, threw a leg over Steffen’s upper thighs, and straddled his lap. She stuck her finger inside her mouth, and then placed it inside his ear canal. She kissed his lips, and then replaced her finger with her tongue. Isabella twirled her tongue inside Steffen’s ear.  
   
“Oh, Isabella my love. My God you send me over the edge with your gentle touches.”  
   
Steffen palmed Isabella’s breasts. He begin to suck one, and then licked over, and then around the other.  
   
Isabella threw her head back. Her thong celebrated the independence of succulence.  
   
Steffen palmed Isabella’s back and pulled her body closer; he kissed the path down her cleavage.  
   
“Oh baby that feels good.”  
   
Isabella laid the side of her face on top of Steffen’s head. She kissed his forehead.  
   
Steffen held Isabella around her back. He rested his head against the seat, and looked up into her eyes.  
   
Isabella looked down into Steffen’s eyes.  
   
“I need you so much Steffen,” Isabella softly uttered. She kissed him on the lips.  
   
“And I need you to know that I embrace this feeling with you as well my love.”  
   
The tormented whispered assurance in Steffen’s voice alerted Isabella his immediate need for her. His reviving sentiment and the firmness of his manhood poking within the crevice of her pelvis had her mesmerized.  
   
Steffen quickly kissed Isabella on her lips.  
   
“I’ve felt this hidden emotion for you for so very long, but something this mutually gratifying must not be rushed. It is private, it is personal, and it is mine. Signorina Tramaine, from this day forward we will make time our first priority.”  
   
“I guess you will have to make me a believer.”  
   
“And that I would love to do.”  
   
Isabella lifted off Steffen’s lap.  
   
Steffen removed his remaining attire.  
   
Isabella witnessed Steffen’s arousal first hand. His generational family jewel poised firmly toward the sky and in erect attention.  
   
The solid flesh visually informed her of its pending mission.  
   
Oh yes, she thought.  
   
Isabella leaned down and kissed the fatten helmet of Steffen's dick. She kissed up his chest, she licked under his chin.  
   
Steffen tilted his head downward, and caught her lips. He inched back and turned the opposite way; he reached across and pulled his tuxedo jacket from off the seat. He then rotated his body back toward Isabella and handed her the piece of garment.  
   
“You may prop it as you like.”  
   
Isabella placed Steffen’s tuxedo jacket on the opposite side of her farthest to the door.  
   
Steffen suckled on one of Isabella’s breasts, he lifted his head.  
   
Isabella met Steffen’s encroaching lips halfway.  
   
The only sound harkened throughout the margin of space was moans of escalated ravishment and mumbled groans of pleasure.  
   
Steffen manipulated Isabella’s body downward.  
   
The extended seat cradled her back.  
   
Steffen slid Isabella’s gown down, and then off. He displaced her satin pumps and placed the items on the seat across from them.  
   
Steffen fingered the lacy black thong Isabella was wearing; he kissed the lace material and ripped them off her without any effort. He threw it on the limousine's carpeted floor.  
   
“I’m a blessed mon this is all mine.”  
   
Steffen laid his exploring lips upon the fruitful bearing of Isabella’s secret garden.  
   
“Oh Steffen,” Isabella wailed.  
   
One of her legs flopped sideways.  
   
Steffen immediately lapped his tongue at the opening of Isabella’s vaginal channel; he palmed her thighs and then waggled the tip of his tongue inside the inner sanctuary of her dampen walls.  
   
Isabella placed her palm on top of Steffen’s head and arched her back at the sensitive contact.  
   
“Mum.”  
   
Steffen’s tongue pirouetted inside of her.  
   
Isabella arched her back more and then relaxed her back against the aggressiveness of Steffen’s tongue. He withdrew his tongue and slid a finger inside of her. He withdrew his finger and siphoned her essence.  
   
“I love you Isabella,” Steffen faintly said.  
   
He kissed her clitoris and whiffed the natural scent of her womanhood. He made a narrow path upward with his tongue through her downy hairs. Steffen’s mouth came across a diamond belly chain swathed around Isabella’s flat abdomen. His teeth clasped the chain.  
   
Isabella lifted her head up and smiled down at Steffen.  
   
Steffen’s teeth released the chain.  
   
“Nice,” he commented. “I take it surprises has no limits with you.”  
   
Steffen dragged his tongue up Isabella’s abdomen with extreme slowness.  
   
Isabella clutched Steffen by the head she showed no false modest about her behavior. She carted the physique of his body.  
   
Steffen’s eager body ensued.  
   
“Oh my love.”  
   
Steffen’s ebony-colored eyes bored intently into Isabella’s emerald-colored eyes. He positioned his physique over hers.  
   
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?”  
   
Isabella opened her legs, grabbed Steffen’s manhood, and kissed his muscular chest wall.  
   
Steffen wrapped his hand around Isabella’s hand and gradually entered his dick inside her pussy.  
   
“I’ve missed you Steffen.”  
   
Steffen leaned down and kissed Isabella on the lips.  
   
Isabella squeezed Steffen’s buttocks; she urged his person with a hidden message; I am all yours for the taking.  
   
Steffen did not heed to a second guess. He swiftly descended his manhood deep inside her. A place one locked in, no commands, or demands, just him and her.  
   
Isabella rode the penetrating fierceness of Steffen’s rapid physical journey.  
   
Steffen opened his eyes and looked down into Isabella’s face.  
   
“Twenty-two..., twenty...two,” Steffen swaggered out. “Merda, you feel so fuck...fucking good.”  
   
Steffen met Isabella’s eyes. He had to slow down to prolong his release.  
   
The feeling of interlocking his erection within the depth of her silken passageway felt intoxicating for him not to physically sober up too quickly.  
   
Isabella intertwined her legs around Steffen’s ankles.  
   
“The time has come belle. Is this what you want?” Steffen withdrew an inch. “Am I the only mon you need.” Steffen bobbed his head back and swiftly thrust his manhood in and out of Isabella’s womanhood without relaxation.  
   
“Tell me, I want to hear you say it.” Some of Steffen’s seed seeped out into Isabella’s pussy. “Dam...mit tell me my love, merda.”  
   
Steffen savagely plunged his rigid shaft inside Isabella’s tight pussy. He did not give her time to catch her breath.  
   
“Yes…, yes, I love…love you Steffen,” Isabella cried on a choked note.  
   
She seized his buttocks and pulled his body into hers as human nature allowed.  
   
Steffen shoved his dick inside Isabella’s aperture one last time. He threw his head back his body quivered.  
   
“I…”  
   
Steffen tried to control his breathing. His ejaculation rinsed from him and tunneled into her womanhood.  
   
Isabella wrapped her arms around Steffen’s lower back. She callously moved her pussy and then squeezed her vaginal muscles on his manhood. She arched her back to the limits.  
   
“Oooo Steff…”  
   
“Oh…sh…shit.”  
   
Isabella pressed down Steffen’s gluteus as her climax racked her body like a wave crashing into the shore.  
   
Steffen’s dick continued to shudder inside Isabella’s pussy.  
   
Their bodies harmonized into a plateau of soul-searching atonement, the essence per say, which would plant a harvest of trust, true devotion, and mortal cohesiveness.  
   
Steffen slowly laid his body down on Isabella’s body. He kissed her lips and pulsated his manhood inside her vaginal walls.  
   
“Ahh, that feels so good.”  
   
Isabella kissed Steffen upper chest.  
   
“I love you so much Isabella,” Steffen admitted to her as his temporary respiratory distress became normal.  
   
“I love you also Steffen, and since you have convinced me how much with a private pageant of yourself. I would be much honored to become and be, Signora Galeio.” Isabella kissed Steffen on his lips. “I’ll try my best to always make you happy Steffen.”  
   
“I've never doubted for a second you wouldn’t or you couldn’t my love.”  
   
Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.  
   
“Is not the beautiful signora happy?”  
   
Steffen kissed Isabella fallen tears away. He cupped her face and kissed her lips.  
   
Isabella linked her arms around Steffen’s neck. She received one deepening lingering kiss from him to satisfy her need, until their futures become legally united. She released her mouth from his.  
   
“The woman is very happy.”  
   
Steffen eased his semi-flaccid manhood out her pussy. He heaved himself off Isabella with lazy care and sat up. He quietly surveyed his surroundings.  
   
Reality begin to soak in all too quickly.  
   
The green and silver traffic sign read Teterboro Airport.  
   
“Sorry my love, but I would really like to revisit paradise with you again and again, but we are almost at our pre-destination.”  
   
Steffen bent downward and kissed one of Isabella’s languid breast nipple.  
   
Isabella sat up, reached for her gown, ripped thong, and pair of shoes. She placed one shoe on her foot and then the other.  
   
Steffen redressed himself he made sure he was presentable in only his white tuxedo pants.  
   
Isabella glanced over at Steffen she noticed he had discontinued donning his attire.  
   
“Are you perhaps going somewhere specific, which excludes the wearing of a shirt?  
   
Steffen did not answer Isabella’s question immediately. He looked over at her to make sure her attire was proper. His forefinger pressed the limousine’s intercom button.  
   
“Fredrick.”  
   
“Yes Sig. Galeio?” Fredrick’s voice responded over the limousine’s intercom system loud and clear.  
   
A slight pause engulfed the intercom.  
   
“Please pull over, and bring me the pink box and the hangered items.”  
   
“Yes Sir Sig. Galeio.”  
   
Fredrick obliged as requested. He cautiously maneuvered the long stretch limousine toward the railed right side of the bustling highway and steered the vehicle to a complete stop.  
   
Isabella’s facial expression showed mild curiosity.  
   
The limousine’s back door opened.  
   
Fredrick handed Steffen a pink square box and a plastic protected hangered black Giorgio Armani silk double-breasted suit jacket. In addition, a white button down shirt, a black silk tie, and a pair of black tailored matching pants.  
   
“Good luck to you Sig. Galeio.”  
   
“Grazie mon. Keep in mind if there are any intrusions.”  
   
Fredrick knew Steffen meant the press.  
   
“Then you are to go undercover.”  
   
Fredrick knew that meant to take the less traveled road.  
   
“Got you signore.”  
   
Fredrick closed the door.  
   
Steffen handed the box to Isabella.  
   
“For you my love. It’s something I picked up along my travels.”  
   
“Oh Steffen, you have already given to me such wonderful endearing offerings, this love I give to you is unconditional. It cannot be compensated with a monetary value, or materialistic compensation. It comes from here.”  
   
Isabella lifted Steffen’s hand and placed his palm over her heart.  
   
For a minute Steffen was loss for words. He now realized his feelings for Isabella run deep for the human heart to stand alone, but dammit, he was ready for the joyous weight of the haul.  
   
“Grazie my love.” Steffen raised Isabella’s hand and kissed the smooth top layer of her golden skin. “This is something I thought you should have, better yet wear my love.”  
   
“Thank you.” Isabella lifted off the box top. “It’s., It is so beautiful Steffen.”  
   
Isabella held up the garment in her hands.  
   
The soft material of the white Oscar de la Renta genuine silk gown spilled through her fingers.  
   
“Silk,” Isabella voiced in hilarity.  
   
She briefly closed her eyes. Her mind replayed over its entire intimate scenarios it conspired to, the restraining of physical longings, all the tender non-stop touches, and overdue repressed embraces, all stabilized on the foundation of the pleasurable material of silk on a moonlit terrace.  
   
Isabella caressed the material against her cheek and sighed.  
   
“Wear it.”  
   
Steffen interrupted Isabella’s thoughts.  
   
“Should I at this very moment?”  
   
“There’s no time like the present my love.”  
   
Steffen was fully clothed he begin to knot his tie.  
   
“I agree.”  
   
Isabella removed her gown in a hurry. She placed it inside the empty box along with her ripped thong; she slipped into the strapless gown, and zipped it up from the side. She smoothed the silk material down the length of her thighs. The soft material rested below her ankles.  
   
“This garment is very beautiful, thank you handsome.”  
   
Steffen reached out and outlined the gown’s material against Isabella’s skin.  
   
“If only we had more time my love, however, our time for the moment is limited.”  
   
The limousine pulled onto a stretch of the private airport’s runway.  
   
Steffen’s Boeing Business Learjet stood in place and awaited his presence among the chaotic uproar of the active airport.  
   
   
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