His apartment was about ten minutes away from hers, closer to the FBI office. Charles Richards had a two bedroom, one bath apartment on the third floor of a newer building. It was more spacious than Diana's tiny one bedroom apartment. His living room, kitchen and dining area was the size of her whole apartment.
He told her to stay inside and look around while he made several trips to get her things. She discovered that one of the bedrooms was used strictly for storage. He didn't have a lot of furniture. He did have a complete bedroom suit that looked new. But the living room furniture consisted of items that looked like they had been bought separately at thrift stores or garage sales—typical single male furniture.
At least he's neat!
Clothes weren't strewn everywhere and the kitchen sink wasn't piled with dirty dishes.
The walls were bare. No photos, no artwork, no posters...and no curtains on the windows, just Venetian blinds.
He's only been living here a few weeks, so it's not like he's had a lot of time to do any decorating...
not that men cared about that sort of thing!
I hope he'll be pleased with my taste in décor.
He'd probably want her to handle most of that when they got around to buying a house.
By the time they finished unpacking her things and making room in his dresser and closet for her clothes and shoes, it was after eleven. They were getting a little tired. But their excitement at being in their first home together made them want to celebrate by making love in the bed they would be sharing.
Charles lovingly undressed Diana this time, taking his time to kiss and caress her body as he removed each piece of her undergarments. He peeled her panties down her hips as he kneeled in front of her, revealing her lovely golden blonde mound to his eyes again. His cock throbbed. He leaned forward and placed a lingering kiss on her.
I'll never tire of staring at your lovely blonde pussy! I've never seen a true blonde before...
My cock gets hard every time I see you... And watching my dark curly hair mingle with your soft golden hair as I fuck you slowly...goddamn, pretty lady! I can't even explain why that sight turns me on so much...it just looks so hot to me! That's all I can come up with! Hell...everything about you is hot... Just some things a little more so...
He stood and picked her up and laid her on his bed...
our bed now
...and undressed himself. Flames of desire roared in her eyes as she watched him. His own eyes burned at her as she stretched herself languorously. She held her arms out to him as he moved to lie down beside her. He kissed her passionately as she wrapped herself around him.
She was moaning into his mouth and thrusting her hips against him.
You're begging me without words to take you...
Charles rolled over top of her as he moved her onto her back. He lifted his head to look at her face. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted backward.
You're anticipating me filling your body...
"Open your eyes, pretty lady. I want to watch your eyes as you take my cock inside you."
They groaned as he slowly slid all the way into her. Her eyelids drooped with passion, but she stared at him as he fucked her slowly and deeply. They moaned softly with each slow journey of his flesh inside hers. It felt as if he was unlocking the door to her soul.
Only you now possess the key to unlock the door to my soul...
Once he was inside, his soul joined hers. They entwined in a dance of passion that was every bit as erotic as that Tango they'd performed on the dance floor in the nightclub of The Riviera in Las Vegas just over twenty-four hours ago... They'd forgotten they weren't alone.
But they didn't have to worry about an audience tonight. The passionate dance of their souls became louder and more urgent. Charles lifted his head from kissing Diana's neck when her moans grew louder.
You're about to come...and so am I...
He whispered huskily, "Come for me, pretty lady. Let me see your beautiful lover's blush on your cheeks and your luscious lips deepen in color, begging for my kiss. Let me see the love sparkling in your eyes turn to a glaze of passion for me. I love you, Diana, and I love knowing that I can make you come more than any man ever has or will again. You belong to me! That's it, my love, come for me..."
"Oh, God...I love you, Charles!" Diana groaned. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Her hands dug into the hair on the back of his head. Her back arched and her hips bucked against his as her climax peaked. She could feel her flesh throbbing on his. He sent her to these dizzying heights of passion every time he reminded her that he was the only man who could fuck her this good.
I love your possessiveness of me...I need your possessiveness...I know you love me!
"Oh, yes!" he groaned as his orgasm peaked. "You are so beautiful when you come! Can you feel me pulsing inside you? I love to come with you, Diana...it feels so right!"
They moaned softly, grinding their hips together gently as their passion subsided. When they were breathing normally again, he kissed her tenderly. He lifted off of her, went into the bathroom and got a towel and a wet washcloth.
Diana wouldn't go to sleep until she'd cleaned up after sex. She couldn't stand the thought of leaving anything on her body, and she wasn't fond of "wet spots" either! Charles chuckled.
You're such a sensuous woman who can come so easily—but you can't stand the mess it makes!
As she drifted off to sleep tucked against his right side, his soft smile faded. That dark, gut-twisting feeling returned. He frowned.
What is causing this feeling? I can't sense anything specific!
He turned his head to kiss the top of Diana's golden mane and tightened his arms around her. He listened to her soft, even breathing as he felt himself drifting off...
********** Charles awoke with a start—sitting bolt upright in bed, breathing heavily and sweating. He almost went into a panic when he saw the bed was empty beside him...Diana was gone.
He suddenly recalled the dream...or nightmare...he'd just been having. One moment, he was making love with her; she was on top of him, riding him with slow, sensuous strokes of her body. And the next moment, she was gone—ripped away from him by some unseen force. He'd heard her scream in panic and pain and then...nothing...complete silence and darkness.
Charles jumped out of bed and grabbed his boxer shorts from where he'd left them just before he joined Diana in bed. He put them on and went to the bedroom door to look for her. He stopped short as he came out the door. She was in the kitchen...making breakfast. He crept up behind her as she was pouring scrambled eggs into a pan.
He put his arms around her waist, opened her robe and cupped her breasts with his hands. He kissed the curve of her neck and shoulder. He smiled as he felt a shiver go through her body.
There's your tingles, pretty lady! Now, let me see your nipples stand out...ah, yes! Thank You!
"Good morning, sexy man. I thought I'd let you sleep as long as possible before we have to leave for work. You seemed kind of restless last night. Still not quite used to having a woman in your bed again...is that it?" Diana asked him teasingly.
"That's not it all, my pretty lady, and you know it. I just don't like the thought of having to be away from you so much during the day. I wish we could've had a longer honeymoon—we'll have to make plans to do that some time. Breakfast smells great...what are we having?"
"Sausage and scrambled eggs—and toast if you can tell me where the bread is! I looked all around but I couldn't find it. Do you have any bread? And I would've made some coffee, too, but I couldn't find that either!"
Charles went to the freezer and pulled out a partial loaf of bread. "I keep bread in the freezer. It'll go bad on me if I don't eat it fast enough. And I don't drink coffee; I prefer tea."
He toasted a few pieces of bread and poured them some orange juice while she finished the eggs.
They chatted about Diana's job as they ate breakfast. Charles was curious to know if she'd met any other big stars besides Marilyn Monroe, Ward Bond...and John Wayne. She said she'd met a few others but none of them had been as warm and friendly to her as Marilyn, Ward and the big man.
Warm and friendly... Charles snorted softly. Those two words can't possibly describe how John Wayne treated you!
Diana tried not to notice the sound he made.
What the hell did you want to talk to Ward about yesterday before we left?
By sheer coincidence, Ward Bond and his wife Mary Lou had gone to Vegas for a few days and had also ended up at The Riviera. Ward had been surprised to see Diana there and even more so when he'd learned that she'd married!