Renzo (The Ciprianos of Kellington)

by Bergman, Jamallah

  “So we are spending the night somewhere then?”

  “Exactly, we will have a wonderful time tonight and all that matters to me is making you happy.” Grabbing her hand, he kissed it soundly while going down the road.

  How could I have gotten so lucky?

  When they pulled up to her home, both walked to her door. Once inside, Jaslyn turned on the lights to head toward her room in the back. “Welcome to my home…again.” She smiled. “I’ll be back, just make yourself at home.” She went into her closet, moving hangers of clothes over until she found a beautiful royal purple dress. It was sleeveless with a surplice neck, set with an empire waist decorated with jewel studs while the back of the dress was tied. Grabbing the shawl that went with it, she grabbed a pair of silver shoes with a strap. She began putting stuff into a smaller bag she had since she left her larger bag back at Mrs. Cipriano’s.

  Going into her dresser drawer, she pulled out a simple lavender gown she hadn’t worn in a while. It would be perfect for their evening together afterwards, wherever they were heading off to. Once she got what she needed, she head back to him in the living room. “I’m ready, let’s head on off.”

  During the ride to the Cipriano home, Jaslyn was going to find out one way or another about what Renzo had planned. She had to admit his tenacity for not spilling the beans only made the situation of finding out funnier. When they pulled up to the Cipriano home, Renzo was still as tight lipped as ever.

  “Why hello, you two, how was your day?” asked Filomena, who was sitting on the couch reading a book when they came into the living room.

  “Oh I’m fine, Mrs. Cipriano, it’s just that your son isn’t letting me know where we are going this evening.”

  Filomena laughed. “And I can tell you, my dear, that you probably won’t. Out of all my sons, Renzo is the only one who can keep a secret from anyone. So if you think you can draw it out of him, you might as well forget it.”

  Jaslyn grumbled, but Renzo just smiled. “Well, come on so we can get ready.” She pulled him toward the hallway.

  “Are we pouting?” Renzo joked when they got to his room. She went into the bathroom to start the shower as he went into his closet to get the clothes he had Gianni bring over earlier. He was thankful to have a brother who was a model. He sure had an eye for clothing. “I’m going into the guest room so you can get dressed in private.”

  “That’s good. I want you to be surprised when you see my outfit.” Walking over to him, Jaslyn kissed him softly on the lips. Feeling his arm pulling her close to his chest she felt her breath leave her body. Quickly she stopped because she knew by the way he held her, they probably wouldn’t leave the room again. “You go and get dressed, and I’ll see you in a bit.”

  Giving her a wink, he left closing the door behind him. Jaslyn made her way toward the bathroom to get ready.

  After taking her shower, which she had to admit, was the best one she had taken after such a long hard day, she began to get herself ready. Once her dress was on, she looked at herself in the mirror. Never in her life had she thought she would have been this happy. Jaslyn never considered herself lucky especially when it came to the affairs of love. But now here she was getting ready to go out with probably one of the most eligible men in town who wanted to be with her. He could have had anybody before she came into town but no, he wanted to be with her and only her.

  Fixing her hair, she decided to pin it up, but have some of her curls fall softly down along her face. After she did this, she started to do her makeup which of course wasn’t much. She put on some eyeliner and a bit of lipstick. She never really needed much of anything else as far as makeup. ‘Keep it sweet and simple’ that’s what her grandmother use to tell her whenever she would watch her put on her makeup when she was a kid.

  Grabbing a bottle of cocoa butter, she went to the bed, sat down and began to put some lotion on her arms, legs, and feet. Once her shoes were on, she went back to the mirror to check her makeup and put on the pearl earrings she decided to wear. Once she saw that everything looked fine, she spritzed on some perfume, got her overnight bag and shawl then made her way out of the room and turned off the light.

  * * * *

  Renzo had been waiting for almost an hour. It really didn’t take him long to get showered and dressed. He had been so excited about this evening and making sure that everything was perfect that he almost forgot to put on his socks. In his hand was a lovely pink orchid corsage. This was their first official date, and he wanted everything to be just right.

  Sitting on the loveseat of the couch his mother said, “Sweetheart, don’t be so restless. You’ve been running your fingers along that plastic container for the flowers for a long time now.”

  “I know and I’m sorry to be so disruptive while you’re reading. Just been waiting and thinking is all.”

  “I understand, my dear, but can you do it more quietly? I’m in the middle of a good part of this story.” Filomena adjusted her reading glasses a bit and he chuckled to himself. That was when he heard the clicking sound of heels walking toward them from the hallway. As he stood up, he saw her wearing a beautiful purple dress that made her look regal. Her hair was beautifully pulled up to show that long lovely neck of hers. A smile that could light up the stormiest of nights increased when she saw him standing there.

  She ended up twirling around for him to see all of her. “How do I look?”

  All he could do was look at her, for the first time in years; Renzo Cipriano had been rendered speechless. He made his way toward her with corsage in hand. When he finally opened his mouth he told her, “This is for you.”

  She looked down at it still smiling when he opened the container to take out the orchid. Taking her hand, he slid the beautiful flower on her wrist as she told him, “Why thank you, it’s beautiful. I haven’t gotten a corsage since prom.”

  “I thought that I’d make this special. I decided to give you something a bit different and out of the ordinary as far as a flower. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything when you asked me how you looked. Honestly you took my breath away when you came in. You look absolutely stunning this evening, Jaslyn. Doesn’t she look stunning, Mom?”

  His mom had gotten up to see as well. “You look absolutely picturesque. I just read that in my book when it described the heroine and you absolutely look just that. You two enjoy your evening together.” She kissed them both on the cheek before they made their way to the door and onto their evening together.

  The drive to Shelley took about an hour or so. During which time, Jaslyn was still trying to get information out of him. “I don’t know why you keep asking me where we are going, sweetheart, but we are almost at our destination.”

  “Your mother was right, you are a steel trap.”

  Renzo laughed. “I told you I wasn’t going to let you know what my plans for us this evening were. I swear you are too funny trying to grill me like you have. But we will have a wonderful time, you’ll see.”

  “If you planned it, I know we’ll have a great time.”

  Renzo was lucky to have known the owner of the restaurant where he’d gotten last minute reservations. They had both helped each other from time to time when it was needed. When he had called Andre to let him know of his plan, Andre jumped at the opportunity to making everything he wanted right.

  Shelley was a small town like Kellington, full of history along with quaint little shops and restaurants. It was also known for the annual Shelley Art Festival held in September. Going along the main street into town, Renzo saw the sign for La Cote Basque. He pulled into the small parking lot. A valet immediately opened up Jaslyn’s door to help her out. Renzo walked over, taking her by the hand as they walked up the small stairway into the restaurant.

  “Welcome to La Cote Basque, do you have reservations, sir?” asked the maître de.

  “Yes, we do, under the name Cipriano.” They looked on watching the man scanning over the list that was on the podium. “Ah, yes, Mr. Cipriano, here you
are.” Grabbing two brown leather bound menus, he motioned for the couple to follow him.

  Renzo watched her smile sweetly at him while walking through the tables of people, making their way toward the back away from the main dining area. “Where are we going?” she asked him.

  “Oh, you’ll see.” They soon came upon a large but beautiful glass door with words etched in French that stated, ‘Entre deux coeurs qui s'aiment, nul besoin de paroles.’

  “Excuse me but what do the words say?” Jaslyn asked.

  “Oh, it means ‘Two hearts in love need no words,’ madame, it’s by Marceline Desbordes-Valmore.” He opened the door to reveal a softly lit balcony illuminated with candles. A table big enough to seat two people comfortably was set with beautiful gold rimmed china along with golden table wear. Everything looked so beautiful Renzo thought and he could see the tears well up in her eyes when she looked upon what was before her.

  “It’s beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like this before.” They both walked out onto the balcony. The maître de pulled out the chair for her to sit down in and Renzo sat in his as they were both handed their menus. “When you are ready to order or if you need anything, just press the button and your waiter will be on his way. Would you like to have your wine right now or would you like to wait until your meal?”

  “Yes, I think we will have our wine right now.” When he left, Renzo scooted over closer to Jaslyn, reaching over to wipe one tear, then another, with his thumb. He kissed her softly on the lips and was about to get even more into it when a waiter came with their bottle of wine. “Excuse me. I’m sorry for interrupting you, monsieur and madame.” He opened the bottle of wine, pouring a bit into Renzo’s glass for him to taste. Once he did, he nodded in agreement as the young man poured both glasses.

  “Here is to happiness, health, and new beginnings for the both of us,” Renzo announced with a raised glass.

  “To new beginnings,” Jaslyn repeated as both their glasses clinked.

  * * * *

  Jaslyn was completely overwhelmed with emotion while they drank their red wine. He had brought her to this wonderful private oasis for just them. The flicker of the flame in the glass candleholders brought out a warm ambiance on the balcony. They must have been on the other side of the building, she thought, because instead of looking out onto the street and people walking by, they were facing the lake and some kind of open area. The moon rippled along the water letting off a beautiful lunar glow along the horizon. Never had she seen anything that took her breath away as this.

  She decided to order the Bouillabaisse while Renzo ordered the Beef Bourguignon. Sipping on her wine, Jaslyn would notice when he looked at her. Smiling she asked, “What?”

  He leaned over kissing her cheek, nuzzling softly against her. “I just can’t stop looking at how beautiful you are tonight.” His voice was low, sensual and made her cross her legs to keep from squealing. God, she wondered if he realized what the power of just his voice did to her.

  “I’m just glad to be here with you tonight, this whole evening is starting off to be wonderful.”

  “Well, we still have plenty more in store for us tonight. I know you’ll love it.” His lips touched her temple, sending goose bumps over her body. Her nipples grew erect when those lips trailed along her neck with nips from his teeth. An arm went around her waist, pulling her close as he bite her neck. Gasping for air, Jaslyn’s arms surrounded his shoulders, her hands running through his hair while their embrace grew even more feverish. “We can’t be doing this, Renzo,”

  He continued to nibble his way toward her ear. His hand captured her breast squeezing it softly when he asked, “What are we doing wrong?”

  “You know exactly what we are doing wrong, silly.” They both found themselves snickering, but he continued what he was doing before, making her hot.

  “I better stop then. We can continue this later on,” Renzo assured her with a wink. “It’s beautiful out here isn’t it?”

  “You picked out the perfect place for us to have dinner. We really need to come back again soon.”

  “How about we do this…since you suggested it…why don’t we do the same thing we are doing tonight every year on this date. It will be the anniversary of our first date together.”

  “I think that sounds like a wonderful idea,” Jaslyn told him kissing him soundly on the lips. Their dinner continued with eating a wonderful meal, drinking delicious wine, and plenty of kissing in between.

  After they had their dinner, they headed out of Shelley, which Jaslyn thought was odd since they had just arrived. “Where are we headed to now?”

  “I swear you are the most questioning woman I’ve ever met in my entire life.” He chuckled for a moment as they finally came upon a sign that said Overton Cottages and Inn. They slowly pulled up toward the main entrance and stopped in front of the well-lit building. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.” He got out of the car, walking his way toward the entrance and then inside.

  “Looks like we are going to be staying here then,” she said to herself, waiting patiently for him to come back. It was no more than five minutes later when he came out with a smile on his face as he got into the car. “Lucky number seven.” He handed her a key with a number seven on the gold plated key tag. They drove toward a road that was hidden off to the side of the building by some trees. Once they made their way through the trees, they started to come across cottages, each one different from the next. Most consisted of wooden structures and some were made with thatched roofs and stone. When they finally came to their cottage, Jaslyn noticed it was bigger than the ones she had seen before.

  It was a beautiful place, she thought when they got out to look over the structure. The cottage was made of beautiful oak wood with a small porch that had two Adirondack chairs sitting close by each other. A large window covered with a curtain accented the lovely abode. “What do you think of it, darling?” Jaslyn heard him ask while he brought their bags from the trunk.

  “Oh, Ren, it’s beautiful. I can’t wait to see the inside,” she told him making her way toward the door with key in hand. But she was stopped when he ran up to her taking the keys. “Why’d you do that?”

  “Because you can’t go inside just yet, sweetheart. Sit here while I go and put the bags inside,” Renzo said as he quickly got inside the cottage, leaving her on the porch. She stood there waiting for him to come back. She heard something coming from up the road. She couldn’t make out what it was, but soon she saw a pair of horses trotting their way toward the cottage. “Renzo, come here!” she shouted.

  When he came out, she saw the smile on his face as he closed the door behind him. “Come, sweetheart, your carriage waits.” Taking her by the hand, they walked over to the carriage, something that Jaslyn hadn’t done in ages. He graciously helped her in first then he got in, sitting right next to her. Soon they were on their way, looking up into the trees while the moonlight cast a beautiful glow over the forest. “I can’t believe you did all of this for me, Renzo.”

  “I would do anything to make you happy, Jaslyn. I love to make you smile and hear you laugh. It brings me joy to do all of this for you and the evening isn’t over with this carriage ride. We have one other place we are going to go to before we head back to the cottage.”

  “This night is full of surprises and I can’t wait to see what else you have for me.” Giving him a kiss on the cheek, they snuggled close to each other as the driver continued along the path.

  * * * *

  Renzo reached up to pull the hood down over them for a bit of privacy from the driver. There was a small plastic window above for them to still look up at the sky. He gazed upon her lovely face, her eyes sparkled at him with such happiness that Renzo immediately reached over to kiss her lips. The contact of their lips only heightened his senses. Every part of him wanted her right then and there, but he had to calm himself. He could have her once they got back to the cottage, but when her fingers ran along his thigh, his hands held her face
even more. His cock grew hard in his pants as her fingers inched their way toward him. Finally she grabbed hold of him, squeezing and massaging his cock. “Mmmm, you better stop before you can’t finish what you start, mia colomba.”

  She nudged his cheek, continuing with her massage of his cock. “But you are enjoying how I am making you feel. You’re so hard, Ren, so very hard.” Her voice was seductively low against his ear which made him lay back, enjoying this moment.

  “You are going to get yourself into so much trouble later for doing this to me right now.”

  “Oh I think I can handle it. I’m a big girl.” Slowly his zipper came undone and he groaned when her nimble fingers reached in to grab hold of his cock. He saw her looking over toward the driver, who kept his eyes on the road in front the entire time. “Keep watch,” she told him as she went down on him. Her warm mouth and tongue tasted his hard cock. It took all of him to keep his mouth shut as he made sure the rider wasn’t looking back to watch what was going on behind him. He wanted to run his fingers through her hair, but instead he held her shoulders watching her lovely head bob up and down along his cock. She didn’t make a sound, not a slurp or moan. But the suction of her lips and tongue playing with his cock only made him bite deeper onto his lip to keep from moaning himself. “Keep it going, baby,” he whispered. “I’m going to come hard if you keep this up.” He wanted to move his hips, moan out her name…something to let her know how much he was enjoying this. But he couldn’t do a thing, while he watched her. The buildup was too much for him to bear and immediately he leaned further back, raising his hips just a bit from the seat. His eyes closed tight while his cock pulsated deep within her mouth, releasing himself.

  When his body slowly but surely calmed down, he looked to see the driver still looking forward. Sweat covered his brow and face as he watched her sit back up as if that quickie she gave him never even happened. “You clever little minx, don’t think I don’t plan on getting back at you for that.”