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Warming the House

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 20:34:05 GMT

“I think I’m going to go crazy,” said Maxie, putting down the telephone.

“What’s troubling you, my love?” asked Spinelli, smiling in spite of himself at her look of exasperation. He sat down beside her on the couch.

“Well, you know the flooring that’s already been delayed twice? It’s delayed again, indefinitely, and I’m completely fed up. I want us to be able to move into our new apartment now.”

“That’s most unfortunate,” said Spinelli. “Another delay. I didn’t mean to make things so complicated when I offered you the gift of a half-finished apartment. Believe me, I too am longing to move in and spend my days and nights basking in the glow of your love, passionate spirit and unparalleled beauty.”

“You’re just trying to soothe me with your sweet talk, and as usual, it’s working,” said Maxie, leaning over and kissing him tenderly on the lips. “I’m really tired of waiting, but at least when I’m with you I’m perfectly clear about what I’m waiting for and why it’s so worth it. I just want it done already. That apartment had better be finished soon or I’m gonna lose it.”

“You need to work out your tension and frustration, Maximista. Is there anything I can do to help you relax? There are many relaxation methods known to be effective. Meditation, for instance. Or massage, which is highly effective at relieving muscle tension and clearing the mind. I’d be more than happy to give you a massage. Of course, it would require you to take off your clothes, which might prove excessively distracting to your masseur, but I’d certainly endeavor to do my best. And do you know what else I recently read? The release of oxytocin and prolactin at the moment of sexual climax creates a state of extreme relaxation. Indeed, I believe it’s considered the preferred method by many experts.”

“Preferred method, huh? If orgasms are so relaxing, I should be the most mellow woman on earth,” laughed Maxie. “So why am I so tense?”

“Well, admittedly, the effect is only temporary.”

“And I guess that’s why the experience needs to be repeated often, for maximum relaxation, is that it?”

“Of course,” said Spinelli.

“Well,” said Maxie, her hand moving automatically to caress Spinelli’s hair, “I definitely need to relax, I’d say two or three times at least, but unfortunately your tempting offer’s gonna have to wait. I promised the builder we’d go have a look at the apartment this afternoon so we can sign off on everything but the flooring. I can’t believe I haven’t even been there in 10 days because of my business trip.”

“Let’s go and have a look now, then, shall we?” said Spinelli. “Then I can devote myself to ensuring you reach a state of complete and utter relaxation.”

*****

Maxie put the key in the lock and turned. “I don’t think I even feel like seeing this place right now,” she said. “I’m tired of it being unfinished. I just want to imagine us living in it and everything being perfect. I can see us lying in bed in our own bedroom and you’re doing that thing you do, you know where you….” Maxie opened the door and let out a small gasp. “Spinelli!” she said. “Look!”

The apartment was finished, the flooring already installed. Every last thing was done. “Do you know what this means?” asked Maxie, throwing her arms around him.

“Yes, my love,” said Spinelli, a mischievous smile on his face.

Maxie looked at him quizzically. “You did this, didn’t you? You got the builder to tell me the flooring was delayed so I’d get even more crazy and impatient, just so you could surprise me when we got here. You knew I couldn’t stand to wait another minute to move in here. Honestly, I think you must like driving me crazy.”

“Perhaps a little, I must admit,” said Spinelli. “But mostly I just like thinking up ways to surprise you.” He pulled her closer and kissed her. “So shall we go in?”

Spinelli scooped up Maxie in his arms and carried her across the threshold into their new home. “Welcome home,” he said, putting her down in the living room.

“It’s perfect,” said Maxie. “I still can’t believe we’re going to live here together, that it’s really going to be our home.”

Spinelli took her hands in his. “You know,” he said, “when I was very young, I never really had a proper home, not until I went to live with my grandmother. She saved me from some things that I don’t much like to talk about and, in many ways, you saved me too. Your luminous presence in my life has banished all darkness and loneliness. You accepted me and understood me when many others thought I wasn’t worth the effort. You gave me your friendship and ultimately, you graced me with your love, and I feel incredibly grateful for everything you’ve brought to my life.”

He took her in his arms and kissed her, and his kiss was so intense, passionate and full of love that it took her breath way. She felt truly blessed to have someone who loved her so completely, the same way she loved him.

“Oh, I just thought of something,” said Maxie. “Will you wait here a minute while I go and get something from the car? I’ll be right back.”

A few minutes later, she returned with a large paper bag with several things in it. “Sit down with me,” she said, and they sat on the floor together. “I actually bought these things this morning before I found out the flooring was delayed. You can see I was really anticipating this moment, at least before my hopes were so cruelly dashed. Geez, now I sound like you talking!” She laughed. “And even though you seem to have made it your mission in life to drive me crazy, I still feel like giving these things to you because you’re just so damn sweet and irresistible. I wanted to make a special gesture that you’d appreciate, a gesture in honor of our new life together in our new home. It’s kind of sappy, but just go with it, OK?”

“You do know I adore sappy, don’t you?” asked Spinelli.

Maxie took a loaf of bread out of the bag and handed it to Spinelli. “Bread,” she said, “that this home may never know hunger.” Next, she handed him a pouch of salt. “Salt,” she said, “that life may always have flavor.” Finally, she handed him a bottle of wine. “Wine,” she said, “that joy and prosperity may reign here forever.” She inched closer to him and climbed onto his lap. “And me,” she said, “that you may never ever know a moment of loneliness or unhappiness. Or sexual frustration, for that matter.”

“A most tantalizing twist on the tradition,” said Spinelli. He kissed her softly on the lips, caressing her cheek with his hand. “You make the sweetest, most enticing gestures, my love. I shall certainly never receive any housewarming gift that comes close to equalling what you give me every day. I love you so much, Maxie.”

“I love you too, Damian Spinelli, more than I can possibly express. You are my love and my life and my home,” said Maxie, hugging him tightly. “And if you ever want to talk about those things you don’t like to talk about, you know I’d really like to listen.”

“I know you would,” said Spinelli. “And you’re the only one I could even think about sharing them with, but not at this moment, not today. Today I just want to celebrate all the many things we have to celebrate.”

“I wish we could stay here tonight,” she said. “I wish we didn’t have to wait.”

“I’m sure you can guess what comes next,” said Spinelli.

“What? What do you mean?” asked Maxie. She paused for a moment, then smiled at him knowingly. “Show me,” she said.

They held hands as they went into the bedroom. There wasn’t very much in it, but there was enough for them to stay for the night. A mattress and box spring on the floor, sheets, a comforter, pillows, a lamp and a suitcase.

Maxie stood staring at the room. “I think you know me too well now,” she said.

“Oh, I don’t think there’s any chance that I’ll ever know you too well,” said Spinelli. “But hopefully well enough to make you happy.”

“Well enough, then,” said Maxie. “Definitely well enough.”

“So will you stay with me tonight here in our new home?” asked Spinelli.

“What do you think?” asked Maxie, smiling. “Where else could I possibly want to be?”

*****

Spinelli returned to the apartment with the takeout food he’d bought for dinner and put the bag down on the kitchen counter, then went to the bedroom to find Maxie. She was standing by the window in the dark, looking out at the view. She was wearing the shirt he’d packed for himself in the suitcase he’d brought for both of them. Even in the relative darkness of the moonlight, he could tell that she wasn’t wearing anything else.

He walked up behind her, pressed his body to hers and wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her. He kissed her softly on the side of the neck, and she let her head fall back against his shoulder as he kissed her again. “L'amour de ma vie,” he whispered in her ear. “Je t'aime, je t'adore, je te désire comme un fou.” Maxie didn't entirely understand what he was saying, but the sound of his voice and the feeling of his soft breath in her ear had the desired effect anyway. He unbuttoned the shirt and began caressing her body with his hands. As his hands moved over her bare skin, she felt like every inch of her was melting into him. He cupped her breasts in his hands and began fondling them, sending little currents of pleasure shooting through her body.

The shirt fell off her shoulders and she shook it loose. Spinelli let the shirt fall to the floor, then pulled her close to him again, nuzzling his head into the side of her neck. She felt incredibly aroused standing there naked with Spinelli behind her, his warm hands moving slowly over her body. He reached down between her legs, and she shivered at the touch of his fingers. He was an expert at pleasing her now, and soon she was overcome by the sensation produced by his touch and his soft kisses and his sweet words in her ear. She moaned and her body shuddered as she climaxed, letting his arms bears her entire weight.

After a moment, Maxie turned to face Spinelli and smiled. “I think you're right about that oxytocin stuff," she said. “I am starting to feel relaxed. But you've still got a little more work to do. You're just really overdressed for this particular job.” She began removing all of his clothes, slowly running her hands over his bare skin as she did so, until he stood before her naked, his love and desire for her plain to see in his eyes. Maxie snuggled up close to him and wrapped her arms around him. She loved how it felt to have the entire length of his body pressed against hers. She could feel how aroused he was. She was completely overwhelmed by her need for him. She took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply on the lips, their tongues meeting in a familiar, intoxicating embrace.

He lifted her up by the hips and she wrapped her legs around him. He carried her over to the bed and laid her down on it. She pulled him closer to her with her legs, and he moaned softly with pleasure as he entered her. He bent his head down and ran his tongue over her lips, wanting to taste her, and then kissed her passionately as her lips opened and her tongue sought out his. She wrapped her legs tightly around his back, loving the feeling of having him inside her. Their eyes locked as they began moving together in perfect harmony, losing themselves in the physical and emotional exhilaration of being with each other. Soon their breathing became heavier as Maxie pulled him deeply inside her with every thrust, moaning as the pleasure intensified. Spinelli leaned his head down and began kissing her neck and nibbling softly on her ear, and she gasped and held onto him tightly as a feeling of pure pleasure washed over her. He lifted his head to look at her, and she smiled at him and pulled him down to kiss her. He continued thrusting slowly until he couldn’t hold back any longer and he climaxed, the sensation so intense it made his entire body shudder.

“My love,” he said finally, after catching his breath, “never could I have imagined such a perfect combination of physical, emotional and spiritual intimacy. I have no doubt that making love to you is the most sublime thing I will ever do in my life.”

“Smooth talker,” said Maxie, smiling lovingly at him. She kept her legs wrapped snugly around him so he couldn’t pull away from her. “You seduce me with your words every single day, and you know it.”

“That is indeed my goal,” said Spinelli. “As well as loving you beyond measure, cherishing you, supporting you and generally making myself indispensable to you. An ingenious plan, no?”

“I always said you were a genius,” said Maxie, laughing and reaching up to run her fingers through his soft, tousled hair. “I’m just glad you’re devoting some of your ingenuity to me.”

“It is my privilege,” said Spinelli. “You are a constant gift to me, a gift I never thought I’d be fortunate enough to receive, and the least I can do is make you aware of that fact every single day, mon amour adoré. For now I have truly reached a permanent state of nirvana in the arms of my one true love.”

“And the sexy talk never ends,” said Maxie teasingly. “Who knew words could be so hot?”

“Who knew I could ever find a woman who’d consider my words hot?” laughed Spinelli, pulling her into another kiss.

Best Ever

Sun, 11 Oct 2009 01:11:49 GMT

Maxie opened her eyes. She remembered that today was her birthday. There was only one person she really wanted to share it with and, luckily, she didn’t have to go far to find him. She cuddled up behind him on the bed and kissed him softly on the back of the neck. He rolled over toward her and smiled sleepily at her, his love for her written all over his face. “Happy birthday, my love,” he said, reaching out to stroke her cheek. “How is it that you get more breathtakingly beautiful with each passing year, indeed with each passing moment?”

“Spinelli,” she said. “How is it that you always know exactly the right thing to say?”

“It must be my fascination with all things Maxie,” he replied. “It’s made me very insightful. At least I hope so, because today I’m counting on that insight and hoping you truly desire the gift I wish to get you for your birthday.”

“The gift you wish to get me? You mean you haven’t gotten it yet?”

“Not exactly,” said Spinelli. “I require your assistance.”

“If you want to know the truth,” said Maxie, “there’s only one thing I want, and I already got it. But I can never seem to get enough of it. I always want more.” She inched closer to Spinelli and pressed her naked body to his. “Want to make that my first gift of the day?”

Spinelli smiled adoringly at her. “Of course, my love, anything for you on your birthday.” He pulled her on top of him and kissed her deeply and passionately, caressing her body with his hands. He loved the sensation of her skin on his, her scent, the way her body moved, the way she touched him. They made love slowly, taking their time, lavishing attention on each other, their bodies moving together in sync over and over again. Both of them wanted to make the moment last as long as possible. Afterwards, they lay on the bed together still wrapped around each other, completely satiated. “I love you so much, Spinelli,” said Maxie. “I want to wake up like this every single day. I really never thought I’d ever be this happy.”

“Believe me, Maximista,” said Spinelli, “the happiness you have bestowed upon me goes far beyond anything I could ever have imagined, even with my rather overactive imagination. And yet today I dare to seek just a little more, hopefully for both of us. Will you meet me back here around 1:00 this afternoon? I have one more thing to attend to first.”

“I suppose I could do that,” said Maxie, “but all this buildup had better be worth it. You’re not gonna get me a computer or something, are you?”

“What’s wrong with a computer?” asked Spinelli, laughing. “But to answer your question, no. My aspirations for your birthday are far loftier and certainly more momentous in nature.”

*****

Maxie arrived back at her apartment around 12:30 p.m. and sat down to wait. She was anxious for Spinelli to arrive. She looked around the apartment she still shared with Lulu and couldn’t help but wish that she and Spinelli had a place that was just theirs, but he still seemed reluctant to leave Jason and she’d finally made up her mind that she wasn’t going to live at the penthouse under any circumstances. She couldn’t think of anything less romantic than seeing Jason's face every morning.

While she was waiting, she started turning Spinelli’s words from that morning over in her mind, and she began to feel a little apprehensive. What could be so momentous? What did Spinelli think would make them both happier? Surely he wasn’t back to thinking they should get married? No, he knew she wasn’t ready. But what if he’d somehow talked himself back into the idea of marriage? Or at least the idea of proposing again?

Lost in thought, she didn’t even notice Spinelli standing right in front of her until he kissed her softly on the lips. “Where have your thoughts taken you?” he asked.

“Spinelli,” she said, standing up to look him in the eyes, “you know I want to be with you always. You make every moment we have together romantic and special and fun, you make me believe that anything is possible, and I really do feel like I can never get enough of you. You're the best gift I could ever receive, and I’m completely head over heels in love with you. But I won’t marry you right now, so don’t ask me. There, I said it.”

“Huh?” said Spinelli. “I thought we’d settled all that already. In fact, I stand by what I originally said to you on the rooftop. I will happily wait as long as it takes for you to be ready, and if that day never comes, so be it. My life is already overflowing with love and happiness because of you, and that's more than enough for me.”

“You’re just so damn eloquent,” said Maxie, grinning at him. “It makes me want to ravish you all over again. I’m not sure why my mind wandered off to marriage just now. It’s just that you were talking about today being momentous and your lofty aspirations and all that, and I wasn’t sure what to think. But if not that, then what?”

“Come with me and see,” said Spinelli.

*****

Spinelli led Maxie off an elevator and walked with her down a short hallway, holding her hand to guide her. She was wearing one of his beanies he’d found in his jacket pocket, pulled down over her eyes so she couldn’t see where they were going. “You’re lucky I’m such a good sport,” she said. “I don’t even want to think about what this is doing to my hair.”

They stopped walking and Spinelli took the beanie off Maxie’s head. “Well,” he said, “I’m hardly one to judge anyone’s hair, but you look as gorgeous as ever to me.” He gestured in front of them. “So? What do you think?”

Maxie was facing a door. “A door,” she said.

“Not just a door, but more the portal to a new world, if you will,” said Spinelli. He handed her a key. “Open it, Maxie.”

Maxie opened the door and they went inside. It was an apartment or, more precisely, the shell of an apartment. Spinelli had put balloon bouquets everywhere for her birthday, and the whole place looked festive and almost magical. The apartment was large and airy and light, and she knew immediately that it must be one of the condominiums in the new building on Elgin Street. Partly finished, ready for someone to pick out all the fixtures and fittings.

She turned to face Spinelli and smiled. He was standing holding two helium balloons in his hands, one with “Happy Birthday!” printed on it and the other with “I LOVE YOU.”

“How do you always know, Spinelli?” she asked.

“Know what?”

“Know exactly what I want.” She pulled him to her and kissed him, and she could feel tears starting to come into her eyes.

“Well,” said Spinelli, “truth be told, I haven’t always been very good at knowing what you want, but I do hope that in this instance we want the same thing. Shall I tell you what I want? Plain and simple, I want you, always and only you. I want to come home to you at the end of every day and I want to wake up to you every morning. I want us to have a place we can be alone together. A home. Our home. This is the birthday gift I wish to give you. However, being all too mindful of our recent experience with too-much-too-soon, if you don’t want us to move in together or you think it’s too soon, just say so. My only wish in all of this is to make you happy. Besides, I have plenty of other truly wonderful gift ideas. I know you’re secretly longing for a new laptop, despite your protestations.”

“No laptop!” said Maxie, laughing. “Everything I want is right here. A home with you in it. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect gift. A place where I can have you all to myself. A place that’s just for the two of us.”

“You’re absolutely sure?”

“Absolutely. But---”

“But what?”

“J-A-S-O-N.” Her tone was accusatory.

Spinelli looked down sheepishly. “Forgive me for ever suggesting that you could possibly live with Jason and me at the penthouse. It was pure folly. I should never have asked such a thing of you. You’re my priority, you’re the one I want to be with and you’re the one I want to make happy.”

“Good. And you’re definitely making me very very happy right now. But you know, it’s really too bad this place is just all subfloor and wallboard.”

“Oh. I must admit I thought you’d rather like that, Maxie,” said Spinelli. “With your design sensibilities, I thought you’d enjoy being able to select everything yourself to make the apartment exactly as you desire. And there are some other condominium models to choose from, so if this one isn’t to your taste, we can probably find one that is. But we can certainly have a look at the resale market if you prefer. Anything you like.”

“Oh no, my love, it’s not that,” said Maxie. “I really like the idea of picking out everything ourselves. You knew I would. That’s not the problem at all.” She pulled him close to her and spoke softly and seductively in his ear. “It’s just that this place being unfinished prevents me from doing what I really want to do right now, and that’s rip your clothes off and celebrate the fact that we finally have a place where we can have sex on every surface of every room as loudly and as often as we want and it’s not going to bother anyone. That’s the problem.”

“Hmm. That is indeed a most distressing problem,” said Spinelli. “In that case, I guess it’s most fortuitous that I've booked us a suite at the Metro Court Hotel tonight, because clearly I have a lot to make up to you. I shall devote myself to pleasing you and satisfying your every whim for the entire night.”

Maxie smiled at him. “I have a feeling I’m gonna have a lot of whims that need satisfying tonight.” She kissed him tenderly on the lips and wrapped her arms around him. “You truly are my best present ever,” she said.

All Better

Mon, 15 Jun 2009 01:57:18 GMT

Spinelli opened his eyes and looked around him. Maxie’s room. Maxie’s bed. Maxie’s perfect form lying asleep beside him. What fortuitous circumstance had brought him here? He tried to remember what had happened.

Spa. Maxie, Lulu. Body buff -- he cringed at the thought. Drinks with Maxie at Jake’s. Matt drunk and obnoxious. Matt hitting on Maxie. Matt attacking him, unprovoked. The mob prince interceding once again. Ah, so that was it. Maxie had brought him to her apartment to look after him, just like the time Sonny had slammed his head into the wall last year. Six times, he thought, smiling as he recalled not knowing whether he had experienced carnal bliss with his beloved. As if an event of such magnitude could be forgotten!

Maxie rolled over toward him, opened her eyes and smiled at him. “Good morning,” she said. “How do you feel?”

“With you beside me this morning, how can I possibly feel anything other than happy, grateful and blessed?” said Spinelli.

“Well, you’re certainly as sweet and charming as ever, so you must be OK,” said Maxie. “Are your muscles sore or anything?”

“I must admit my jaw aches a little and my back is rather sore from when I slammed down onto the floor propelled by Matt's fist, but other than that I appear to be fine. Except….”

“Except what?” asked Maxie.

“Well,” said Spinelli. “To be quite frank, Matt’s assault pales into insignificance compared to the ordeal the Jackal had to endure at the spa yesterday. The Jackal’s nether regions are most displeased at this turn of events.”

“Poor, poor baby,” said Maxie teasingly. “Would you like Maximista to make it all better for you?”

Spinelli looked into her eyes and nodded. “If you think you can,” he said without hesitating, taking up the challenge he sensed in her offer.

“Sure I can,” said Maxie. “Why don’t you start by rolling over onto your stomach.”

Spinelli complied. Maxie began massaging his tender back muscles. It hurt, but she was able to work out some of the kinks, and he loved the feeling of her hands on his skin. She sat on top of him to give herself a better angle to work as her hands stroked up and down his back, kneading and pushing and finding all his tense spots. Her weight on top of him was a truly delicious sensation, and he abandoned himself completely to her touch.

“OK,” she said after a while. “Now I think you should have a warm bath.”

“Whatever tender ministrations you feel are necessary,” replied Spinelli.

They went into Maxie’s bathroom and she began running a bubble bath for him. She smiled at him mischievously. “I’m sure you must be too sore and stiff to take off the rest of your clothes yourself. Let me help you.”

Spinelli smiled right back at her, determined not to be phased by her wantonness. “Go ahead," he said, "and gracious thanks.”

Maxie walked over to him. In actual fact, he was nearly undressed already. He only had on his boxers. She slipped a finger under the waistband on each side, slowly slid them down his hips and let them fall to the floor. Her hands lingered on his buttocks for a moment as she stared into his face, and he met her gaze with those gorgeous eyes of his, staring right back at her.

“In you go,” she said finally, giving him a little push toward the bathtub. “We’ve still got some work to do.”

Spinelli stepped into the tub and relaxed into the warm water. Maxie sat beside him on a little chair and draped her legs over the side of the tub, her feet resting on his thighs. She was wearing only a camisole and a pair of very short shorts that left little to the imagination. She presented a highly enticing picture in front of him.

While he soaked, she talked to him about her job and Kate being blackmailed and fashion and her family and her ideas for his business and all sorts of other things, occasionally swirling her feet around in the water or rubbing them up and down his legs. He listened with a smile on his lips, loving the sound of her voice.

He could not help but admire the sight of her breasts as she leaned toward him occasionally, and he could not help but be aroused by what he saw as her legs splayed open from time to time, her shorts much too short to conceal all of her. He knew that she was perfectly well aware of what she was doing to him.

“Now just close your eyes and soak,” she said after a while. “I’ll try not to distract you. Not too much, anyway.”

Spinelli closed his eyes as instructed and relaxed completely in the water. If this was what it was like to have Maxie take care of him, then he certainly had to make a point of needing care more often.

When he opened his eyes, he found her watching him, running her eyes over his lean form lying in the tub. He smiled a little smile at her. “Maximista,” he said, “you have done a most impressive job of healing me so far, and I shouldn’t presume to ask for more, but….”

“Don’t worry, silly,” said Maxie right away. “I’m not forgetting the most important part. Come with me now and let me take care of you.”

Spinelli got out of the tub and wrapped a towel around his waist. Maxie took him by the hand and led him back to her bedroom, where he sat down on her bed.

“You won’t believe how good you’re going to feel after this,” Maxie said. “There’s just one thing I need you to do for me first.”

“Anything,” said Spinelli.

Maxie had brought a bottle with her from the bathroom. She opened it and squeezed some sort of ointment into her hands. “This stuff is really amazing,” she said, “but I have a feeling that things are going to get a little messy, so we’d better take some precautions. These things I’m wearing may not look like much, but they cost a fortune. You’re just gonna have to take them off for me.” With a big smile on her face, she held out her glistening hands to show him that she was already incapable of removing her own clothing.

“Come here, you,” said Spinelli. Maxie walked over to him and lifted her arms over her head, inviting him to removed her camisole, which he did, followed by her shorts. As always, he was completely awestruck by her beauty. He couldn’t resist the temptation to cup her breasts in his hands. He leaned over and took one of her nipples in his mouth, flicking his tongue over it until it became erect and Maxie let out a small moan.

“Bad boy!” she said, pushing him away. “Let me finish.”

Spinelli lay down on the bed. He didn't think he could possibly endure what she was about to do without grabbing her, throwing her down on the bed and acting out every erotic fantasy he’d ever had about her. She began applying the ointment to him, gently rubbing it in where his skin had been so harshly mistreated. The ointment was very soothing, just as she had suggested, but her touch had quite the opposite effect on him. He tried valiantly to maintain his composure.

“Poor Jackal,” said Maxie, grinning at him. “You’ve really been through a lot to solve this case for me, haven’t you? Let Maximista kiss it and make it all better,” said Maxie. “And I didn’t even tell you the best part about this ointment,” she continued. “It’s edible!” She leaned down and began gently kissing his tender skin, and that was it for him. Composure was no longer in the realm of possibility. He was overcome by his desire for her. He felt himself hardening, and then he felt her mouth around his hardness, sucking and licking while her hands stroked and fondled him at the same time. He no longer had any sensation other than intense pleasure, building until he could hardly contain it any more. Finally, he stopped her, and she looked up at him and smiled. “All better now?” she asked. “Most emphatically all better,” he replied, pulling her up toward him.

He flipped her over and lay down on top of her, looking down at her. “The Jackal is most grateful,” he said. “Maximista undoubtedly has the magic touch. Whatever can I do to repay you?”

“I’m sure you can think of something,” said Maxie, pressing her body up into his suggestively.

Spinelli bent his head down and tenderly kissed her neck. He then began traveling down her body, showering her with wet kisses. When he came to her breasts, he caressed them with his hands as he swirled his tongue around her nipples, sucking lightly on them. Maxie started wiggling and moaning with pleasure. He kissed down past her belly button and all the way to his destination. He nuzzled his head into her thighs, then pushed open her legs, and his tongue began roaming over her moist pink flesh, her legs draped over his shoulders. He inserted two of his long fingers into her and continued stroking and licking her most sensitive spots. He glanced up at her naked body on the bed, her eyes closed and a look of intense pleasure on her face. It was a magnificent sight. Soon Maxie was breathing faster and her hips were lifting off the bed. “Don’t stop!” she cried. “Never, my love,” he said, and he continued lavishing attention on her body, intoxicated by her scent and her response. She finally climaxed, waves of pleasure washing over her body.

“Spinelli!” she said after a few minutes, still out of breath. “That was amazing! You really need to do that more often, like every day! Now come here to me.” She held out her arms and motioned for him to come closer.

He moved up until they were face to face, and he could clearly see the love in her eyes. He felt tears coming into his own eyes, but he closed them and kissed her, pouring all his love and passion into his kisses, his tongue dancing with hers, their breath mingling as their perspiring bodies molded ever closer together.

Maxie now realized that their physical connection was just as intense as their emotional one. Perhaps it was because they were finally coming together for no other reason than that she wanted him and he wanted her. No more ulterior motives or hidden agendas. She loved this man, and she knew he loved her in return. It was a very powerful feeling.

Maxie wrapped her legs around his back. “I want to feel you inside me,” she said, pulling him even closer to her. He entered her slowly, so slowly it almost felt like he was teasing her, and she moaned loudly. He began moving up and down on top of her, her warmth and wetness engulfing him. She met his every thrust with an arch of her body, trying to pull him as deeply inside her as possible. She reached her hands up and ran them through his hair, then pulled his head toward her and bit his bottom lip gently before her tongue entered his mouth, seeking out his tongue. He moaned and kissed her as if he wanted to devour her, his body moving ever faster on top of her. They continued this way, completely lost in the moment and in each other, until finally she slowed him down a little and squeezed him tightly in her arms, gasping as she was overcome with pleasure. He could feel her body shuddering as she cried out. The sheer eroticism of Maxie’s naked body writhing in pleasure as he moved inside her was more than he could bear, and he soon gave in to the sensation, burying his head in her neck as he climaxed himself, never wanting this moment to be over, never wanting their two bodies to be separate again.

They remained intertwined on Maxie’s bed, taking a few minutes to catch their breath. Suddenly, Spinelli reached over and picked up the phone beside Maxie’s bed.

“You’re going to make a phone call? Now?” asked Maxie.

“What’s the number for that torture palace masquerading as a spa? The Jackal needs to book some more services post-haste,” said Spinelli.

“Spinelli,” said Maxie, giggling, “you don’t need to inflict pain on yourself to get some TLC from me. Silly, silly man, don’t you know how much I want to be with you?”

Spinelli put the phone down, smiled at her and kissed her tenderly. “I think I do, but it’s nice to hear it from your own enticing lips. As for me, I could be with you every day for the rest of my life and I don’t think it would ever be enough to quench my thirst for you.”

“Good,” said Maxie. “I don’t want your thirst to be quenched. I want you to love me and desire me forever and ever, just as I will with you.”

“Really?” asked Spinelli.

“Really and truly,” said Maxie. “Forever.”

The Art of Seduction

Mon, 27 Apr 2009 01:57:10 GMT

“The Jackal has been thinking,” said Spinelli.

“Oh really,” said Maxie. “And what has he been thinking about exactly?”

“About love and destiny. If we are destined to remain only friends, then clearly the Jackal must seek love elsewhere,” said Spinelli. “I am exceedingly happy we’ve been able to get our friendship back on a sound footing, but man cannot live by friendship alone. The Jackal needs some loving.”

“But I love you,” said Maxie. “You’re my essen--”

“Ah, yes. I know,” said Spinelli. “And perhaps, since I’m so essential to you, you’ll be kind and generous enough to help me in this most important matter. I really want to find a woman I can love romantically, a woman on whom I can lavish my boundless affections. Someone who will look upon the Jackal not only with love but also with desire, who will ache for his touch, who will match his passion with her own.”

“Um, sure, I guess. I mean, you know, you don’t want to rush into anything,” said Maxie. She wasn’t sure she liked where this conversation was going.

“But perhaps you could assist me nonetheless,” said Spinelli. “I’m certain I need to work on a few things. For instance, come here a minute and dance with me if you will. I've heard that dancing can be highly seductive.”

Spinelli dimmed the lights and put on some soft, slow music. Maxie walked over to him, he took her in his arms and they began dancing. He moved surprisingly well. His rhythm was perfect. He held her just a little closer, and she relaxed into his arms. Her cheek was nestled against his neck, and his soft, tousled hair touched her forehead. She closed her eyes. It felt so good to be in his arms and to feel his body against hers. His scent was so familiar and made her feel happy. She remembered it from when they were in her bed together, their naked bodies intertwined, his skin on hers. He had been so tender and loving and romantic and . . .

“Maxie?” said Spinelli, pulling away a little. She shook herself out of her reverie. “Yes?” she replied.

“How am I doing?” he asked.

“Not bad at all,” she said.

“What if I were to be a little bolder?” he asked. “Would that be appropriate?”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Allow me to demonstrate,” said Spinelli. As they kept swaying, he began kissing her softly on the neck and then nibbled on her ear, flicking his tongue over her skin. He pulled her even closer so their bodies were pressed together while they continued keeping time to the music. Maxie felt a wave of heat and desire rising over her. His arms around her, his body against hers, his warm breath on her neck and his kisses were all a little overwhelming. This was not quite the evening she had been expecting. Spinelli was full of surprises. But surely he wasn’t really planning on finding a woman to dance with this way, to kiss this way?

“So what do you think?” asked Spinelli, taking his lips away from her momentarily.

“Hmm?” said Maxie, flustered. “Well, um, so far so good, so far so good.” She feared she might be not quite so coherent if he went any further.

“Excellent,” said Spinelli. “But the Jackal must also try out his words of love and seduction so you can tell me what your opinion is.”

Maxie already felt like ripping his clothes off right there and then. She didn’t quite know what to think. She wasn’t sure how much more of this she could take.

“Just play along,” said Spinelli, smiling at her. He held Maxie’s hands and looked deep into her eyes. “My love, no woman in my life has ever made me feel even a small fraction of what you make me feel. My whole heart is wrapped up in you. You are my inspiration, my muse, and I hope you will be mine forever. My most ardent wish is to make love to you until I know not where I end and you begin. I want to revel in you, to drink you in, to taste you, to feel you, to devour you. Every last inch of you shall feel my passion, if you will have me.”

Maxie just stared at him, lost in his eyes, not saying anything. She wanted him to take her in his arms. She wanted him to kiss her and make love to her. She wanted him to prove that there was truth in his words.

“And now, if I may take the liberty,” said Spinelli. “One last thing.”

“Yes, anything,” said Maxie, her eyes focusing on his lips.

Spinelli ran his hands through her hair and then pulled her head towards him, his lips meeting hers. He kissed her passionately, scorchingly, and she returned his kisses with the same intensity. He seemed to be hungry for her. They stumbled backwards against the wall, and he pressed himself against her, continuing to kiss her deeply. He slipped his hands under her shirt, caressing her bare skin. She wrapped one of her legs around him and pulled him even closer to her. She hoped he wouldn’t stop. Her entire body was tingling, burning, aching for him.

But suddenly he did stop. “Sorry, Maxie,” he said, without moving his body away from hers. "The Jackal is getting rather carried away." He looked straight into her eyes. "You know I have always desired you. My desire for you is so intense and so all-consuming that I will quickly lose all control over it if I don’t put an end to this right now. I will make love to you until we are both rendered senseless. Alas, you've made it clear that you don't feel the same way. But I do thank you for being so cooperative. You have been very helpful indeed. The Jackal feels some hope now. Perhaps there is a woman out there who can burn for him as he wishes afer all.”

Maxie sighed, reluctantly untangling herself from him. “Yes, I’m sure you’re right,” she said. She went and sat down and buried her head in her hands. Why had he stopped? What on earth was he doing to her?

Spinelli looked at Maxie and a mischievous smile crossed his lips. So far so good indeed, he thought.

The Talk

Thu, 09 Apr 2009 13:45:11 GMT

Spinelli lay on his bed staring at the ceiling. He was starting to feel drunk, but it wasn’t enough to get the image of Maxie kissing the mob prince out of his head. Clearly Maxie wanted something he couldn’t offer. He loved her, but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. She would always be looking for something else. Even her “I love you” had been followed by a threat. Games, manipulation, lies. Perhaps this was all there was to Maxie. Perhaps Maximista was just an illusion he had created.

He thought back over the past year, and every thought, every moment was filled with her presence. Had he really imagined the whole thing? Every touch, every glance, every intimate conversation, everything that had made him believe she was the woman of his dreams? Her kisses, her lovemaking, her laughter, the light in her eyes? But now reality had come crashing back down on him. For who could really love the Jackal, this misfit, this freak? His mind wandered to the words of the sonnet he had once wanted to recite to Maxie: “I all alone beweep my outcast state and trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, and look upon myself and curse my fate, wishing me like to one more rich in hope.”

Spinelli closed his eyes. He was feeling the effects of the alcohol a little more now. There was a noise in his room. “Spinelli,” said a voice. It seemed to be Maxie. He must be hallucinating. “Begone, temptress,” he said. “You are faithless and you can’t love me, so leave me alone. Get out of my head.”

“Spinelli, please” the voice said again, and he opened his eyes and gazed confusedly at the face of his beloved. “Maxie,” he said. “If you are really here, you need to go. The Jackal cannot bear to be in your presence at this moment. He has been mortally wounded.”

“I want to talk to you anyway,” said Maxie.

“Talk?” said Spinelli. “What, to soothe me with more of your lies? To appease me with your sexual favors? To tell me that you think of me constantly, that you’ll be with me forever? Spare me. I’ve already heard it. I believed it all the first time, but now my eyes have been opened.”

Spinelli got up and walked over to Maxie. He reached out and caressed her cheek and sighed. “For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, that then I scorn to change my state with kings.” He stroked her hair, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply on the lips. She kissed him back passionately, pressing herself to him. He pulled away suddenly. “That’s the end of it,” he said. “No more games.”

Maxie was crying. “A valiant attempt to break down the Jackal’s defenses, but it shall not work, even though I love you still,” said Spinelli. “I don’t know if your spell over me can ever be broken. I gave myself completely to you, heart, body and soul. I’m not sure if I truly believed you could love me back, but I couldn’t help loving you anyway. You brought light into my life. Every moment I had with you was pure joy. And when you finally told me you loved me, I still had trouble believing it. But I came back here for you, because you said you loved me, because I love you with every single solitary fiber of my being, because I thought we could have a future together. And now you’ve made a mockery of it all. Once you had secured the Jackal’s affections, you no longer wanted him. The game was played out for you. Unsurprisingly, the Jackal could no longer hold your attention or interest.”

Tears came to Spinelli’s eyes. He reached for Maxie’s hands, and his gaze met hers. “The Jackal is inebriated,” he said. “You should go, once and for all.”

“I will not go,” said Maxie. “I have something to say too.” Tears were streaming down her face. “I want you to understand. I want you to really listen to me. I followed you to Los Angeles because I couldn’t bear to lose you. I wasn’t going to let you out of my life. Not because I needed a friend, not because I needed tech support, but because I loved you and I wanted to be with you. But you were going to leave me just like all the rest. You know, in that moment when I told you I loved you, I felt like such a weight had been lifted off me. I felt like finally I would have someone who would be with me forever, who would always love me. But was I right? No, I wasn’t. You were going to leave me anyway. You took my ‘I love you’ as if it was nothing, and you turned around to walk away from me. And so what did I do? I pulled out a threat, I started manipulating. Anything to get you to stay with me. Because telling you I loved you wasn’t enough for you.”

Spinelli sat down on his bed, his head spinning. “The Jackal is confused,” he said. “Is Maximista angry?”

“You bet I am," she said. "Hurt and angry. Do you think I like the fact that I had to manipulate you into staying? Well I don’t. And if you love me heart, body and soul, then why the hell didn’t you say that in Los Angeles? If anyone is capable of grand declarations of love, it’s you, and you didn’t give me one. You wouldn’t even stay for me. You made me feel like you didn’t really want me after all. And you’ve done almost nothing since then to make me feel otherwise.”

Maxie sat down on the bed beside him. She looked sadly into his eyes. He reached out and wiped a tear off her cheek. “Look,” she said. “I know I’ve been acting like a heartless fool the past little while, and I don’t know if I can really explain it, even to myself. I’m truly sorry. I think I felt like, if I had to manipulate you just to get you to stay, then one day you were bound to leave me anyway. I don’t want anyone but you. It’s just that I don’t trust it. I feel like you’re going to end up walking away. It’s like I need to make sure you don’t have such a hold over me. I don’t like being vulnerable, and I’ve never been as vulnerable as I am with you. And when I finally did offer you my love, it just wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough.”

“You weren’t enough? But you were everything,” said Spinelli. “You were my whole world. You had, and you have, the power of life and death over the Jackal’s heart. Heaven help me, I love you more than I ever thought it possible to love anyone. My heart is full of you, and I don’t know how to make that feeling go away. I’m not sure I even want it to, for then I shall be left with nothing but emptiness.”

They sat beside each other in silence for a while. “We've really made a horrible mess of this, haven't we?" said Maxie. “If we love each other, if we’re in love with each other, then let’s start acting like it for a change. Let's really be with each other, let's enjoy it, and let's be honest with each other. I promise I’ll be completely honest with you about how I’m feeling from now on. Can we try?”

“But the Jackal fears he cannot make Maximista happy. She needs more.”

Maxie wrapped her arms around him and smiled at him. “Don’t you know that you’ve already made me the happiest I’ve ever been in my life?” she said. Spinelli kissed her tenderly, almost hesitantly, on the lips. “Then I shall endeavor to continue,” he said, “and to make it abundantly clear to you just how deeply you are loved.” They lay down on the bed together, their bodies wrapped around each other. Spinelli finally felt a little peace creeping into his troubled mind. Perhaps there is hope after all, he thought.

Spixie on the beach

Sun, 08 Mar 2009 03:24:01 GMT

Spinelli and Maxie slipped off their sandals and began walking across the sand to the beach. It was a beautiful warm sunny day, and they held hands as they looked for a good spot with some shade.

"Here,” said Spinelli. “This spot will do nicely. This tree is perfectly situated to protect your lovely skin from the sun.” Maxie looked at him with a smile on her lips. “What about you? I’m thinking with all that paleness you’re gonna be as red as a lobster in about five minutes. You need some protecting too.”

Spinelli spread out their beach blanket, and they sat down for a moment to take in the scene before them. Maxie draped her legs over Spinelli’s and cuddled close to him, nuzzling his neck. He stared down at her. She was wearing a flimsy yellow bikini and was almost impossibly gorgeous. He would never tire of looking at her.

“Spin,” said Maxie. “Will you put some sunscreen on me?” She handed him the bottle. “Of course,” he said. “The Jackal will be most exceedingly pleased to oblige.” He began spreading the sunscreen on her body, the touch of her skin making him feel like he wanted much more of her. When he was done, he kissed the tip of her nose and then kissed her deeply on the lips. They could not get enough of the taste of each other these days.

“Now you,” he said when they finally broke away. Maxie took the bottle and began spreading sunscreen on Spinelli’s chest. He really was a beautiful man. Every day she could feel herself falling more in love with him. She slipped her hand into the waistband of his bathing trunks and pulled him toward her. She kissed him again and then ran her hands through his hair, pushing it back off his face. “I think it’s about time for a proper haircut,” she said. “I want to see that beautiful face of yours.” He grinned at her. “Whatever you like, my love,” he said.

When they finally ventured down to the water, Maxie was a little tentative. The water was kind of cold, and the waves were rather rough at times. Spinelli ran into the water exuberantly while she watched him. He had such joy for life now, and he filled her heart with amazing joy too. He came back to her, scooped her up into his arms and ran back into the water with her. “Come on, chicken,” he said. “This is what we’re here for. Let’s enjoy it. Let’s get wet and play.” His sense of fun was infectious, and Maxie was soon following him into deeper water. Spinelli disappeared under the water for a moment, and Maxie looked around, a little alarmed. But then she felt his body press against hers and his lips on her neck as he slipped out of the water. “Don’t do that!” she giggled. “I was actually scared there for a minute.” Spinelli smiled at her and kissed her softly. “Never worry about me, Maxie,” he said. “There is nothing on this earth that could take me away from you.”

When they came out of the water, they went to lay down on the blanket. Spinelli put a towel around Maxie and another one around himself. He lay looking up at the sky, while she lay looking over at him. They had had so many fun days together since she finally confessed her feelings for him. He was everything she could have hoped for and more. She was head over heels in love with this man. “Spin,” she said, but he didn’t hear her. He was lost somewhere in his daydreams. “Sweetie ... Spin … Damian!” That got his attention. He rolled over on top of her and looked down at her. “What is it you wish, oh vision of loveliness?”

She pulled him closer and nibbled on his ear, making him moan with desire. “Maximista wants to know the Jackal in the carnal sense,” she whispered to him. “She wants to feel him inside her. She wants to wrap herself around him and show him the full extent of her unbridled lust for him. She wants him to know down in the very deepest part of him that his Maximista will love him till the end of time.”

And with no further ado, Spinelli quickly gathered up all their things and they hurried back to their beach house. As soon as they closed the door, they stripped off their clothing and pressed their naked bodies together, giving in to their passion for each other. It was just another day in love. :)

Carpe Diem

Fri, 24 Oct 2008 13:26:37 GMT

Maxie looked out the window of the penthouse. Everything was white. The snow swirled around wildly. “Spinelli,” she said, “I can’t believe how awful this snowstorm is. I think we’ll be trapped here the whole day.”

Spinelli smiled. Trapped, he thought with delight. Thank goodness Jason is out of town.

“What are you smiling about?” said Maxie.

“Well,” he said, “I was thinking that today is really a perfect day. A slow, lazy day when we can indulge ourselves however we want. What is fair Maximista’s pleasure?”

She smiled back at him. He is so sweet, she thought. “Entertain me,” she commanded.

“As you wish, my lady,” he said. Spinelli looked at her beautiful face and was overcome with emotion. It was becoming increasingly difficult to hide his feelings from her. Perhaps today he would finally find the courage to be honest with her.

He knelt by the couch where she was sitting. “Let me sing you a song,” he said. “It is a song full of import and significance, and you can tell me whether or not it pleases you.”

“Go ahead,” she laughed. “Are you sure you can sing?”

When he began, it was as if the world ceased to exist. All the feelings she had yearned to hear him express were in his song. His voice was impossibly beautiful, and she wanted him never to stop.

“Come let me love you

Let me give my life to you

Let me drown in your laughter

Let me die in your arms

Let me lay down beside you

Let me always be with you

Come let me love you

Come love me again”

Maxie looked at him, her eyes filling with tears in spite of herself. He was really everything she had always longed for. He was like a part of her now. But she could not bear the thought of ever hurting him. It was better to keep him as a friend than to risk ever causing him any pain.

“Did you enjoy the song?” Spinelli asked her, seeing that she was rather emotional.

“It was perfect,” said Maxie.

“Thank you,” said Spinelli. He was still on the floor beside her, and he took her bare foot in his hands. “Maximista has been run off her delicate feet trying to keep Crimson afloat,” he said. “Allow the Jackal to relieve your stress with a little massage.”

His touch made Maxie tremble. He wants to take care of me, she thought. She wanted to lean over and run her fingers through his hair, touch his cheek, kiss his neck. She felt like she was melting.

Spinelli was electrified by the touch of Maxie’s skin. He could feel a wave of heat rising over him. “Maximista,” he ventured, “I am well versed in the art of therapeutic massage, and if you wish, I can devote special attention to any other parts of your body where you feel tense.” She nodded, a smile on her lips.

He took her hand and led her to the pink bedroom. They had both wanted the same thing for a long time, but it still remained unspoken between them. Maxie went into the bathroom and changed into a towel. She lay down on her stomach on the bed and Spinelli began massaging her back and her neck. The tension in her muscles melted away, but at the same time every part of her body was on fire from his touch.

Spinelli was overcome with desire. The vision before him was too lovely for him to resist. Finally, he could not stop himself from kissing her softly on the back of her neck. She was obviously startled, but she did nothing to stop him. He kissed her again. She rolled over, pulling the towel up to cover herself, and looked questioningly into his eyes.

“Maximista,” he said, “I can no longer hide from you the depth of my feelings. I love you. I will always love you. You have captured me, enslaved me, enthralled and enchanted me. I am yours, heart, body and soul.” He looked away, almost embarrassed and fearing what would come next.

“I'm scared, Spinelli,” she said quietly.

“Of what?” he asked, looking at her again.

“Of hurting you. You are too precious to me, and I couldn’t bear to cause you any pain.”

“My beautiful Maxie,” he said. “Sometimes in life we must act on what our hearts are telling us. The song I sang to you expresses exactly how I feel about you. You really do fill up all my senses. You complete me. I have faith in you, and I know that if you love me we can get through whatever comes. Let’s take this chance. Let me love you.”

Maxie could no longer speak. She simply wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her. He kissed her on the lips, softly and tentatively at first but then with growing passion. She could feel his desire for her, and she had never wanted anyone as much as she wanted him now.

She threw off her towel, and he was momentarily frozen at the sight of her lying naked on his bed. Then he reached out to touch her, and she willingly gave herself up to his touch. He caressed every part of her body until she ached for him to be inside her. His mouth followed his hands, kissing, licking and stroking until the pleasure was almost too much for her to bear. She pushed him down on the bed and pulled off his clothing, kissing his neck, his chest, his stomach, his thighs.

Spinelli sat up and pulled her on top of him. She straddled him, and he entered her. She was warm, moist and intoxicating as her body molded to his. They kissed deeply, becoming completely lost in each other. He let his hands roam over her body, wanting to experience every inch of her. She moved up and down on top of him over and over, and their breathing became heavy. He reached down between her legs and caressed her moist flesh, causing her to cry out in ecstasy. He could feel her body contracting as she continued to move, and the sensation was more than he could bear. Intense waves of pleasure shot through his body, and he moaned loudly. “My Maxie,” he said, pulling her to him again and burying his face in her neck.

With their bodies still intertwined, Maxie brushed the hair off his face, then looked into his eyes and said “I love you, Damian Spinelli.”

(song lyrics from "Annie's Song" by John Denver)