Fire And Desire

FASHION AND ACCESSORIES BOUTIQUE    
Park Avenue      
New York. NY      
      
Isabella heard her door chimes. Dammit, she realized Sherell was scheduled off today.      
       
She placed the silk scarf down on the cart. She looked over the mannequin she was near window dressing.      
       
“Maybe the scarf would do.”      
       
She lifted the scarf and draped it over the mannequin’s shoulder blade. She pushed the three-tier cart behind the door and pulled the black curtains open. She looked out the display window, hoping the person was Steffen.      
       
She turned and walked out the window display; she closed the door and walked down the three carpet steps.      
       
“Hi, could I help you.”      
       
Hayward turned around.      
       
“Hayward, I thought I made myself clear yesterday. I cannot continue to see you outside the realm of business.”      
       
“Hayward, you're right. They do have lovely things in here.”      
       
Isabella turned to the female’s voice.      
       
The woman walked over to where Isabella stood.      
       
Isabella looked at the woman who wrapped her arm around Hayward’s upper arm.      
       
“Could I help you two?”      
       
“Yes, my co-worker mentioned...”      
       
“Hayward, I could speak for myself. Yes, I would like to see a dress; something that would appeal to a man’s eyes.”      
       
Isabella noticed the woman looked at Hayward.      
       
“Do you have a particular dress in mind?”      
       
“Yes, the dress I like is over on that rack.”      
       
The woman turned and walked over to the dress rack.      
       
Isabella followed.      
       
Hayward reached down for her hand.      
       
Isabella pushed his hand away. She turned back and looked at him.      
       
Hayward palmed his beard and smiled.      
       
It appears someone is jealous he thought.      
       
Isabella and the woman, after several dress fittings settled on a Donna Karan halter cocktail dress.      
       
Isabella walked over to the cash register. She laid the dress over the glass countertop and slid the side drawer open. She lifted a signature elongated covering and a silk hanger.      
       
Hayward stood back and watched Isabella’s movements.      
       
Isabella walked around the counter and handed the woman her purchase.      
       
“Thank you.”      
       
"You’re welcome."      
       
"Thank you, Hayward, I will see you back at the office."      
       
The woman walked to the door, opened it, and walked out the boutique.      
       
“Could I help you with something, Mr. Grossman?”      
       
Isabella walked over to the jewelry display curio.      
       
Hayward followed. He boxed her presence in.      
       
“I wanted to see you today.”      
       
Hayward glided his fingers through Isabella’s hair.      
       
“Well, you have seen me,” Isabella sarcastically threw over her shoulder.      
       
Hayward leaned in closer.      
       
“You look nice today.” He smelled the side of her neck. “And you smell very good.”      
       
“Hayward, as I stated yesterday, I have someone in my life.”      
       
“I heard you yesterday.”      
       
Hayward encircled Isabella's waist and kissed her behind her ear.      
       
She pushed her hands down.      
       
“Please do not do that, I have patrons who could walk in any minute, thank you.”      
       
Hayward stepped away from Isabella. He walked over to her entrance door, and flipped the sign to out to lunch. He twisted the door lock.      
       
Isabella strolled in his direction.      
       
“How dare you.”      
       
Hayward grabbed a hold of Isabella's hand. He strolled in the direction of the private showing room. He walked through the velvet curtains and let her hand go.      
       
Isabella crossed her hands over her chest.      
       
“I do not know what...”      
       
Hayward palmed the back of Isabella’s neck, pulled her into his body, and arrested her lips.      
       
Isabella’s body went willingly.      
       
Hayward monopolized Isabella's lips with his mouth. He slightly buckled his knees and kissed her under her chin. He inched his face back.      
       
“I have been thinking about you all morning long, making excuses in my mind to see you.”      
       
Isabella grabbed Hayward around his neck, and pulled his face downward; she rushed her lips up to his.      
       
Hayward removed his suit jacket, letting it fall to the carpet.      
       
Isabella pulled his body back into hers.      
       
Hayward's tie followed. His lips did not ease off hers in the process.      
       
Isabella unbuttoned Hayward's shit.      
       
Hayward’s hand found the side of Isabella’s skirt zipper. He unzipped it and pushed it down.      
       
Isabella’s skirt dropped down her legs.      
       
Hayward cupped Isabella's buttocks and rubbed his palms over her derrière. He dipped his knees and kissed one of her breast nipples.      
       
"Umhum."      
       
Hayward palmed her back and drew her body even closer.      
       
“Make love to me Isabella,” Hayward whispered in her ear.      
       
His tongue escaped down inside her ear canal.      
       
Isabella’s body shuttered.      
       
Isabella unbuckled Hayward’s belt, unsnapped the button, and then unzipped his zipper. She pushed his pants and his briefs down. Isabella looked down.      
       
His manhood extended well beyond the normal size of a man’s family jewel.      
     
Goodness, she cannot handle that.      
       
“Touch me.”      
       
Hayward lifted Isabella’s hand and placed it over his manhood. He palmed the sides of her face and apprehended her lips again. He kissed her under her earlobe      
       
“Let me make love to you.”      
       
He wiggled his tongue over the diamond stud in her earlobe.      
       
Hayward unbuttoned Isabella's blouse, unsnapped her bra snap from the front, and pushed both down her arms.      
       
Isabella looked down.      
       
Hayward lifted her chin and kissed her lips. He thumbed her thong and pushed it down her legs.      
       
Isabella stepped out her thong.      
       
Hayward leaned in and suckled a flourished breast nipple.      
       
“Umm.”      
       
Isabella’s body suctioned closer.      
       
Hayward lifted Isabella and walked over to the sectional couch. He laid her down on it.      
       
Hayward stood back and finished undressing. He bent down and took off his shoes, and then his socks. He lifted Isabella’s leg and removed one sandal; he then removed the other. He stepped back and looked down at her nudity.      
       
“You are so damn beautiful.”      
       
Hayward kneed the couch. He lifted Isabella’s leg and kissed the length of it. He suckled her inner thigh area. His tongue traveled farther; he kissed over her downy hairs.      
       
“Hayward...”      
       
He suckled over the mole under her breast; his tongue meandered over the nipple.      
       
Isabella palmed the sides of Hayward’s face, and sunk into the feeling of him dining on her breast nipple.      
       
Hayward reached downward and palmed his manhood; he rubbed it up and down the corridor of Isabella’s pussy.      
       
Isabelle arched her back; feenin for him too completely enter her.      
       
“Tell me you want this.”      
       
He kissed her lips, and then slowly entered her.      
       
“I...I want this.”      
       
Isabella linked her arms around Hayward's neck, and uplifted her pelvis.      
       
Hayward’s dick funneled gradually inside her. He reached over and lifted a small bottle of champagne. He untwisted the top and poured some down her cleavage. His tongue chased the sweeten elixir rolling off the tip of one of her nipples. He blindly positioned the champagne bottle and top on the table near the couch. He suckled her nipple harder.      
       
“Oh…Hayward…shit.”      
       
He lapped his tongue through the river of champagne settling under her breasts. He licked over her skin.      
       
Isabella opened her legs wider. She palmed Hayward’s buttocks and pulled his groin into her pelvis.      
       
“Oh fuck you feel so good inside.”      
       
He withdrew his manhood to the tip and thrust inside her ever so slowly.      
       
Isabella kissed Hayward’s upper hirsute chest wall. She nursed his skin, turning it a reddish shade. She lifted her face.      
       
Hayward dipped his face. His tongue met hers. He suckled her tongue while invading the silken inner walls of her constricted vaginal orifice.      
       
“Oh baby.”      
       
Hayward threw his head back. He begin veering his manhood inside of Isabella more restrictively.      
       
He bent his head downward and licked over a nipple. He hooded it inside his mouth. He elongated his body; his toes caved in the couch cushion. He persistently slammed his manhood inside her womanhood.      
       
“Oh…shit.”      
       
Hayward laid on Isabella and cupped her buttocks.      
       
“Slow…slow.” Isabella bit Hayward’s skin. She licked over his chest. “Oh…fuck…fuk... kiss that pus…pussy.”      
       
Hayward quickly withdrew his shaft. He rested between Isabella’s thighs; he kissed the mound of her pelvis. He parted both sides of the lips to her pussy with his fingers and inserted his tongue inside. He retreated it and then inserted both fingers inside, his tongue followed. He hammered her with triple the pleasure.      
       
"Oh...yes," Isabella moaned.      
       
Hayward nuzzled the tip of his nose up and down her pussy; he smeared her vaginal juices around his mouth; capturing the scent of her essence in the veil of his goatee. He dipped his head, and anchored his tongue and fingers farther inside of her.      
       
"Oh...you're going make me cum inside your mouth."      
       
Isabella palmed the top of Hayward’s head and uplifted her pelvis up and down into his face.      
“Hay…I have…oh don’t stop.”      
       
Hayward withdrew his fingers. He grabbed Isabella’s hands and held them at her side. He garnished her vaginal exudation.      
       
"Hay…ward....oh...oh..."      
       
Isabella clamped her thighs against Hayward’s face.      
       
"Oh...Hayward...see."      
       
Isabella's climax seeped down Hayward’s throat.      
       
Hayward gripped Isabella's buttocks even harder and whipped his tongue in and out of her.      
       
Isabella sandwiched her breasts, and rocked her pussy against his tongue.      
       
“I…want to…to feel you…inside.”      
       
Hayward kissed her inner thigh and rose. He climbed between her thighs, cupped his pounding erection, and torpedoed his manhood inside of her.      
       
“Oh...fuck”      
       
Isabella arched her back behind the incursion.      
       
“Hay…ward…go slowly.”      
       
"I have your heart at best interest."      
       
He kissed her soundly on the lips. His tongue crossed over into her mouth; he danced it inside. He dominantly humped his manhood into her pelvis. His tongue twirled around hers; he cupped her buttocks and hurled his dick deeper.      
       
"Oooo...that..."      
       
Isabella wrapped her legs around Hayward ankles. She boosted her hips, loving every inch of his hard flesh, stabbing the core of her essence.      
       
"I'm...wait...Oh Hayward."      
       
Her nails dug into his back. Her vaginal muscles reached a vertex, hugging his manhood. Isabella climaxed again      
       
"Oh Hayward." She suckled his shoulder.      
       
Hayward bent his head backwards.      
       
"Fucking...goood, oh damn."      
       
His ejaculation bellowed out of him. He found Isabella’s lips. He circled his manhood in the abyss of her wetness.      
       
“Mmm.” Isabella, whimpered against Hayward's lips.      
       
Hayward kissed under Isabella's chin, the side of her neck. His manhood continued to pulse.      
       
Isabella looked at the ceiling. Why didn’t she feel any shame of making love to another man?      
       
Thank goodness Steffen was out of town until next week she thought.      
       
Hayward kissed Isabella’s lips again. He removed his hands from under her buttocks. He kissed under her nostrils.      
       
“Have dinner with me tonight,” Hayward whispered in her ear. He sucked on her earlobe.      
       
“Hayward, I’m sorry. This cannot ever happen again.”      
       
“I’ll be at your door to pick you up at six o’clock.”      
       
“Did you not hear me?”      
       
“I will be at your door at six o’clock to pick you up.”      
       
Hayward slowly withdrew his manhood. He sat up on the couch.      
       
Isabella sat up. She took a deep breath, and then stood.      
       
“I cannot see you after today.”      
       
Hayward stood.      
       
He pulled Isabella to him and landed his lips on hers. She tried to push him back. He refused her departure. His lifted her up.      
       
Isabella wrapped her legs around Hayward’s back. He grabbed his manhood and rushed it back up inside of her. He bounced her hips up and down while sucking on a breast nipple.      
       
He walked across the showing room, and stationed her back against the mirrored wall. He lifted her arms up and covered one nipple; he teased it between his lips, and then duplicated his action with the other.      
       
"Hayward....oh baby."      
       
Isabella widely moved her pussy up and down.      
       
“What…what are you doing to me?”      
       
Hayward dropped Isabella's arms, and palmed her hips; he rotated her pelvis against his groin.      
       
“Oh…fuck…you belong to….” He rested his forehead against hers. “Me...” He ejaculated inside of her.      
       
"Oh...yes...yes...I...I...doooo."      
       
Isabella's linked her arms around Hayward's neck. Her climax greeted him. She held him tighter.      
       
Hayward seized Isabella's lips, and stuck his tongue inside her mouth. He softened his tongue around hers. He withdrew his tongue and kissed her lips again. He looked into her eyes.      
       
“You will never be loved like you are now, never.”      
       
Hayward kissed Isabella on her lips.      
       
Both tried to catch a breath in between irregular breathing.      
       
Hayward cupped Isabella's buttocks, securing her presence in place. He leaned his head back and looked into her eyes.      
       
“I am in love with you.”      
       
“Please don't fall in love with me." She closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against his forehead. "Please don’t," she whispered.      
       
Hayward gently kissed her on the nose.      
       
"Look at me."      
       
Isabella inched her head back and met Hayward's eyes.      
       
“You are all I live for from morning to night.”      
       
He kissed her shoulder blade.      
       
"Allow me to show you how much you are on my mind."      
       
Hayward lowered Isabella to the carpet and made steamy love to her.      
       
After Isabella climaxed.        
       
Hayward turned her over, lifted her on her knees, and entered her pussy from behind. He carried her body to the throne of an earth shattering orgasm.      
       
Both sat up and drunk the opened bottle of champagne.        
       
Isabella looked at Hayward's hairy chest wall.      
       
"I love you Isabella Tramaine."      
       
He leaned over and kissed her on the lips.      
       
"Thank you," was the only words that came to her mind to return      
       
She was way out of her league on this she thought.      
       
THE COTTON CLUB      
HARLEM, NEW YORK      
       
Later That Evening      
       
Hayward escorted Isabella inside the doors of the Cotton Club.      
       
“Thank you for allowing me to select this Jazz club.”      
       
“Hey, the last one I picked was not all that bad.”      
       
Hayward kissed Isabella's lips.      
       
“It wasn’t.”      
       
Isabella looked over at Hayward. His black double-breasted suit complimented his appearance in very good taste. He was a very handsome man; her mind toiled with the possibilities.      
       
The half-beard when he was between her legs was an arousing factor, especially when the tip of his beard kissed her skin.      
       
Steffen and he were completely different in all sorts of ways. With Steffen, nothing but high-class living. With Hayward, a laid-back existence, quiet times, whereas, she could relax within her own state of mind.      
       
Hayward squeezed Isabella's hand.      
       
“Are you still with me beautiful?”      
       
“I’m sorry, yes.”      
       
“I see a table toward the back.”      
       
 Hayward escorted Isabella to a table. He scooted the chair out for her.      
       
"Thank you."      
       
Isabella sat down.      
       
Hayward leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Would you something to drink.”      
       
“Yes a white wine, thank you.      
       
“I will be right back.”      
       
Hayward stroked Isabella's cheek and walked away from the table.      
       
BOULEY RESTAURANT      
TRIBECA, NEW YORK      
       
The Next Day      
       
Hayward escorted Isabella through the doors of Bouley.      
       
“I’m impressed.”      
       
Hayward winked at Isabella.      
       
“Would you like to eat downstairs? I have to say the dining room on the second floor is more intimate.”      
       
“Then the second floor is where we go.”      
       
Hayward grabbed a hold of Isabella’s hand and both walked in the direction of the second floor to the Red Room.      
       
CONEY ISLAND      
BROOKLYN      
       
The Next Day      
       
“I never took you for the thrill seeker type of guy.”      
       
“I grew up riding roller coasters.”      
       
“Where were you born?”      
       
“I’m a Jewish boy from Jersey. How about my beautiful sunsh…date.”      
       
“Southampton.”      
       
“Would you like another ice-cream cone before we head out?”      
       
“I’m fine, thank you.”      
       
Hayward placed his arm around Isabella’s shoulders.        
       
Isabella placed her arm around Hayward's waist.      
       
Tonight, she would have to put an end to this…affair. Steffen was too important to her to get emotional lost with a stranger.      
       
Both walked the boardwalk.      
       
ISABELLA’S CONDOMINIUM      
Fifth Avenue      
       
Later That Evening      
       
“Checkmate.”      
       
“For real.”      
       
“Look for yourself.”      
       
Isabella looked down at the chess board.      
       
“I would like a rematch.”      
       
Hayward placed his glass of Brandy down on the carpet. He leaned over the chessboard, kissed Isabella, and then inched back.      
       
“You could get anything from me, including a rematch.”      
       
He stroked her cheek.      
       
"Ahhh...about that. After tonight, this…this us thing will be a thing of the past."      
       
Hayward clasped Isabella's chin.      
       
“What do you mean a thing of the past? I am in love with you; you just can’t throw that away.”      
       
Isabella knocked Hayward’s hand away and stood; she looked down.      
       
“Dammit Hayward, you knew I was already involved with someone, please do not make this complicated for me.”      
       
Hayward stood.      
       
“So what the fuck do I do? Pretend, you and I didn't make love. We have been going hot and heavy at this shit."      
       
“No, we fucked and went out a couple of times, there's a difference in regard to establishing a relationship from that.      
Hayward slicked his hand back through his hair.      
       
He reached out for Isabella.      
       
“No, I said this stops, and today. My boyfriend is due back tomorrow, and I’m sorry, I got caught up.”      
       
Isabella marched to her door, and opened it.      
       
Hayward strolled to the door and pushed it close. He pulled Isabella into his arms.      
       
“No Hayward.”      
       
She pushed at his check.      
       
“Dammit, I want this, I want you.”      
       
“I’m sorry, please leave.”      
       
He sealed her to his body by the small in her back. He pulled her against his erection.      
       
“No…” Isabella cried out.      
       
Hayward ripped her blouse and bra off. He held her arms to her sides and kissed her nipple. His tongue rolled to the other one.      
       
“Hay…no.”      
       
He kissed under her neck.      
       
“I…said…said no.”      
       
Hayward kissed Isabella's lips. He pulled her into his embrace and kissed on her earlobe.      
       
Please give her the strength to walk away from this antidote of his physical madness.      
       
Isabella held her neck to one side. She palmed his manhood out of weakness.      
       
Hayward lifted her and lowered her to the carpet. He lifted her skirt, pulled her panties down, and aimed his hard flesh inside of her.      
       
Hayward laid on top of Isabella.      
       
“This…this is my pussy.”      
       
Hayward palmed the carpet, slammed his manhood into her womanhood, and ejaculated inside of Isabella.      
       
"Oh shit Isabella."      
       
Isabella clenched Hayward.      
       
"Yeah...Oh Hayward....nooooo."      
       
 She followed pursuit with her climax.      
       
Hayward kissed Isabella's face. He rested his forehead on hers.      
       
“I’m in love with you.”      
       
Isabella turned her face to one side.      
       
Hayward inched his face back. He turned her face back around.      
       
“Baby, I could take care of you, only if you allow me.”      
       
Isabella did not add anything.      
       
Hayward withdrew his manhood and stood. He held his hand down to Isabella.      
       
Isabella moved his hand away; she sat up, and then stood.      
       
“Hayward, I have to get up early in the morning.”      
       
“I will see you on my lunch break. And try not to wear any underwear.”      
       
Hayward opened the door and walked out Isabella's condominium. He pulled the door close.      
       
THE NEXT DAY      
Predawn Hour      
       
Hayward walked back into Isabella’s bedroom. He looked over at the newly installed window he surprised Isabella with by paying for it yesterday. How else could he keep an eye on his future wife from afar. He hopes she never come to find out he was responsive for the damages to both. He placed the bowl of ice-cream on the nightstand. Hayward flipped the top cover back. He looked down at Isabella's nakedness.      
     
God, he loved her so much.      
       
Tomorrow over dinner he would ask her to marry him.      
       
Hayward sunk under the covers. Her kissed Isabella’s on her shoulder blade.      
       
Isabella readjusted her position in her sleep. She settled on her stomach.      
       
Hayward caressed the side of Isabella's face. He moved her hair aside, and rubbed his palm down her neck, her spine; he rubbed over her derrière. He leaned over and kissed a buttock, he kissed up and down her spine. Hayward scooted closer. His tongue made a path up and down Isabella’s back.      
       
Hayward wet his finger and rubbed it down her back. He lifted a buttock and caressed the opening to her anus.      
       
"Isabella," Hayward whispered.      
       
Isabella turned on her side.      
       
Hayward palmed Isabella’s shoulder and rolled her over on her back.      
       
Isabella opened her eyes.      
       
Hayward leaned downward and kissed her lips.      
       
“Good morning.”      
       
Isabella lifted her head and looked over at the clock on the night stand.      
       
“A very early morning as well.”      
       
He head hit the pillow.      
       
Hayward stroked Isabella's cheek.      
       
Isabella pivoted her head; she leaned her face inward and kissed Hayward on his chest.      
       
Hayward laid on his back.      
       
"Come here beautiful."      
       
Isabella sat up, placed one leg over Hayward’s stomach. She settled her pelvis on his groin.      
       
Hayward sat up and tied his arms around Isabella's waist. He kissed a breast and then lifted his head.      
       
Isabella wrapped her arms around Hayward's neck. She leaned her head downward and kissed him so tenderly.      
       
"God I love you so much."      
       
 Hayward erected his shaft.      
       
Isabella uplifted her buttocks. Her pussy suctioned the towering length of Hayward's hard dick.      
       
“Oh...oh yes.”      
       
Hayward palmed Isabella's upper back. He made love to her skin, caressing it with his tongue.      
       
“Hayward.”      
       
She found his lips.      
       
“I love you Isabella, baby I do.”        
       
His mouth validated the action of his dick inside of her. His manhood was beating.      
       
“When I am inside of you, you are the only woman I will die for.      
       
At that moment, Isabella realized she had to walk away.      
       
Hayward palmed the sides of Isabella’s face. He thrust inside of her while looking into her eyes. His thrusts were controlled, yet weakening.      
       
“Oh...Hayward.”      
       
Isabella threw her head back.      
       
Hayward suckled her nipple.      
       
Isabella gyrated her hips and climaxed. She bent her head forward and kissed Hayward's lips.      
       
Hayward held Isabella to him and ejaculated. He palmed the sides of her face.      
       
"Marry me Isabella."      
       
His ejaculation continued to swarm inside of her.      
       
Isabella inched back.      
       
“Pardon me.”      
       
Hayward held her eyes.      
       
“Marry me, please. I love you, and I know I could make you happy. We have several things in common.”      
       
Isabella lifted off Hayward and rose from the bed.      
       
“Hayward, this was fun, but I am not ready to marry anyone, and I do already have someone in my life.      
       
"Then what do you call us."      
       
“Over. I think it would be a good idea if you were to leave. I have several things to think about.”      
       
Hayward reached out to Isabella.      
       
“Please leave.”      
       
Isabella walked out her bedroom. She walked into the bathroom.      
       
She placed her ear to the door. She heard her front door slam, and several seconds later her entry door slam.      
       
       
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