CharismaticCrowe59e

When the movie was over, Russell put on his now clean clothes and Tasha let her dog outside where there was a small fenced in area behind the floor level apartment. As she opened the door, just as Russell had predicted, she saw several photographers standing in a group at the back of the fence. They grabbed their cameras and started snapping away, but all they got film of was a quickly closing door. She was angry that they had invaded her home, but there wasnt a damn thing she could do about it since they werent actually trespassing on her property.

She peeped through the window to make sure none of them bothered Maggie, and when the dog came back towards the door, she stepped to the side as she opened, allowing just enough room for Maggie to enter. The door closed again quickly, and as she came back into the living room, Russell was on his cell phone. He looked up at her and grinned. She wondered what he was up to. That mischievious look in his eyes was firmly in place, and she knew that the reason for it most likely involved her. She heard him say "Yeah mate. 8 o'clock sharp. Thanks mate."

It was still about 3 in the afternoon, so she wondered what he was planning for 8 in the evening. He hung up the phone, stood and walked over to her. His muscles rippled as he walked, and she stood by the small table, clenching on to a chair to keep herself from falling to the floor. He was simply gorgeous. She could barely breathe even looking at him. He stopped in front of her, smiling, and put his hands on her waist, propelling her toward him. Not that she needed much propelling that is!

He pressed a passionate kiss on her then began a slow trek to her ear kissing every patch of open skin along the way. He murmured "I've made reservations at Mezzaluna for tonight, love. Hope you dont mind. I want to take you out and have a romantic dinner. Candles, fine wine, and just us. We will have a private room, all to ourselves. Sound good?" She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself to him. "Sounds like you are planning on seducing me, Mr. Crowe. Now that is something I will go for!"

He chuckled, taking her earlobe in his mouth and nibbling on it. "Well, to tell you the truth, I would rather dine on you than Italian food, love, but I thought after all this seducing we've done over the last 24 hours we could use a little food." She laughed, and he slid lower down her neck, bending her backwards and deposting her onto the table. He pressed his face to the hollow area between her breasts, and slipped off the pajama shorts she had been wearing. To his delight, there were no panties on and he slid his mouth down to her sex, already moist. He began a lesiurely exploration of her nether region, and soon she was whimpering, begging him to be inside of her.

He slid his jeans off and bent to her again, slowly moving back up her torso. She lifted her upper body off the table long enough to have her shirt slipped off. He was attacking her breasts with that hot mouth of his again, and he penetrated her deeply, causing a wild explosion of heat to spread throughout her body sending her into wonderful oblivion. He felt her orgasm as he entered her, and was amazed at how her body responded to him. He had to hold himself back to keep from climaxing right then and there with simple amazement at how much she enjoyed his touch.

She was moaning his name, over and over, and he was desperately trying to hold himself in check. After a moment or so of being joined in stillness, her spasms subsided and he leaned back, still inside her. Slowly he began to thrust in and out of her, his eyes wandering from her face back to where they were joined. He watched himself move into and out of her, all the while the heat from her driving him closer and closer to climax. She was watching him intently, her eyes glazed and full of stong emotion. She was smiling and those beautiful breasts were heaving with passion. He smiled at her, and leaned over her to claim those lovely lips in his own again.

She returned his kiss with wild abandon, and he was thrusting deeply into her, his rhythmic pounding insistent and urgent. One hand was under her hips, and the other found her clitoris, stroking lightly in rhythm with his pounding cock. She felt the heat explode again, and as he felt her vaginal muscles contract and twitch around his cock, he lost control and climaxed heavily into her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, with him almost shouting her name, and as he released the last of his seed, he kissed her tenderly. He held himself above her, searching her eyes intently. She met his gaze, and returned it. He was terribly afraid he was falling in love with her, but he didnt realize she was thinking the same thing.

A moment or so they passed in this position, neither one willing to speak and break the moment. They simply gazed into each others eyes, and he withdrew from her. She raised her hand to his face and ran her finger down his cheek, and he was surprised at how strong his emotions were for her. He leaned to her face, kissing her again passionately, and then he stood. "We should probably get showered up, and get ready for our romantic dinner. Remember, the one in which I am suppose to seduce you?" They both giggled, and she said "Right on, to the shower it is then."

Soon it was 7:30pm and they were both showered and sparkling clean, ready to go. As they were about to open the door, he suddenly remember the possiblity of paparazzi being outside. He stopped her before she was able to get the door open. "Tash, this could get ugly. If there is anyone outside, dont talk to them. Just head for the bike, and I'll deal with it, love." She looked grim, but nodded and took a deep breath. They opened the door and were blinded by what appeared to be 20 seperate camera flashes. Hand in hand, they stepped into the midst of the flashes. A man shoved himself into Russell's face, holding a mic in front of him.

"Russell, is this your new love? How long have you been going out? Is there any truth to the rumor.." the man started to continue, but was shoved out of the way roughly. Russell clenched his teeth, making sure his arms were around Tash, protecting her from them. They reached the Harley, got on, and after putting on their helmets, the engine drowned out the questions assailing them. Russell kicked it into gear and sped off down the street, ignoring the flashing bulbs still going off behind them.