Renzo (The Ciprianos of Kellington)

by Bergman, Jamallah

  “Oh, I bet you will and I will be so looking forward to it.” Kissing him on the cheek, she snuggled next to him as he held her. The night was young as well as their love for each other.

  When they got back to the cottage, once again Renzo made Jaslyn stand outside while he checked inside. While they were on their ride he had called ahead to the manager to have everything ready for their evening. After surveying the room, Renzo was satisfied with how things looked. The fireplace in both the living room and bedroom were lit, bringing a bit of warmth that was well needed. He had gotten another bottle of wine from his restaurant, already chilled with two wine glasses sitting on the coffee table. The bedroom was lit with candles that made the ambiance of the room soft and mellow. Scanning the room once more as he walked toward the door, he let out a deep breath opening the door just a bit to see her still standing there looking at him with a smile. “Are we playing hide and go seek?”

  “Close your eyes.”

  She looked at him like he was crazy for a minute. “Seriously?”

  “Give me your hand and close your eyes, mia colomba.” And with this command, she gave him her hand, still smiling as she closed her eyes. He guided her inside quietly closing the door behind them. He slowly showed her the way to the loveseat. Almost instantly he heard a bump and then a cry out as she stubbed her toe against the side of the loveseat. “Ow, dammit, my pinkie toe,” she hissed.

  Renzo snorted but as he sat her down on the loveseat, he noticed the grimace on her face. “All right, sweetheart, open your eyes.”

  When she opened them, the fire cast a glow that made her eyes appear fluorescent as she looked around. “Oh my God.”

  He grabbed the bottle from the bucket along with the bottle opener. With a small pop of the cork, he grabbed a glass and began to pour the white wine only half way. He handed her the glass and poured his own before putting the bottle back in the bucket. “Well, how do you like it?”

  “It’s really quaint here. I’ve never been to a cottage before.”

  “Well, for our anniversary we’ll come to this cottage and spend the night right here. To my darling, mia colomba, and our life together, I promise to make every moment of our lives together a memorable one.” He raised his glass and she did the same, both of them smiling while they clinked. Both of them took a sip. He noticed her slipping off her shoe to rub her toe. He immediately told her, “Now wait a minute, let me do that for you.” He grabbed her foot, pulling it onto his lap and began to rub her foot. “Where did you hurt yourself?”

  “My pinky toe.” He noticed her pout, which he thought was cute, while he continued to rub. “That feels nice. Will you do this for me every night?”

  “I will do anything you want me to do for you.”

  “Really, anything you say?”

  “Anything.”

  “Take me to bed and show me what you have planned for me tonight.”

  The look in her eyes blazed with just as much passion as he felt for her in his heart. Grabbing her around the waist, Renzo pulled her onto his lap as he held onto her while getting up. Once he was up on his own two feet, her legs wrapped around his waist while her hands held onto the back of his neck.

  Renzo’s lips caressed hers passionately. He tried his best to not stumble over himself while making his way into the bedroom, where he planned to make passionate love to her throughout the night.

  Chapter Ten

  The Cipriano home was packed Friday evening for the party. It seemed Filomena had invited most of the town along with all her of out town friends too. When Delia and Rodger arrived, she tried her best to find Jaslyn because she wanted to see her outfit. “Do you see her?” she asked.

  “No, baby, I don’t see her at all. Let’s mingle,” Rodger said as they walked through the crowd of people. They grabbed champagne a waiter was passing around on trays.

  “Why hello there, Delia,” Simone said.

  “Simone, oh my God, it’s so wonderful to see you.” Delia smiled as they hugged.

  “Same here, you look great.”

  “Thank you, oh this is my boyfriend Rodger, Rodger, this is Simone Cipriano.”

  “Hi, Rodger, it’s nice to meet you.” Both men shook hands and smiled.

  “Have you seen Jaslyn?”

  “Oh, she was out in the garden talking with some people the last time I saw her. You might want to check there.” The couple made their way through the crowd to the open door leading out to the garden, which was lit with votive candles in glass containers. It looked like a gorgeous paradise of flowers as candles’ glowed creating a beautiful ambiance.

  “This is beautiful,” Rodger uttered, drinking in the sight.

  “It sure is. Filomena really went all the way out, didn’t she? I think I see Jaslyn and Renzo over there. Oh, Jaslyn!” They walked over to the couple. When she saw Jaslyn smiling over at her, Delia had to admit her friend looked radiant wearing a beautiful Valentina dress she had gotten from an out of town boutique. Her hair was done in a French twist with a pair of beautiful pearl earrings.

  “I see you guys made it,” Jaslyn said giving her friend a hug and Rodger a handshake. “Rodger, this is Renzo, Renzo, this is Rodger who works with us at the store doing deliveries.”

  “Nice to meet you, Renzo, thanks for inviting us to your mom’s home,” Rodger said shaking Renzo’s hand.

  “You’re welcome, Rodger, please enjoy yourselves while you’re here. Jaslyn has been getting a lot of people interested in the store. She’s been passing out cards left and right.” Renzo smiled.

  “Always working even when you need to be relaxed and having fun. Put those cards away, girl, and enjoy.”

  “Fine, I’ll put the cards away and just enjoy the evening,” Jaslyn promised as Renzo put his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him to kiss her cheek.

  Delia put out her hand palm up. Jaslyn asked, “What?”

  “Give them to me.”

  “Give you what?”

  “The cards, I want the cards because I know you, even though you say you’ll do something you don’t. So give me the cards, Jaslyn.”

  Rolling her eyes and muttering to herself she went into her purse and handed Delia the silver card case. “Are you happy now?”

  “Yes, I am. Thank you. See you guys.” Delia and Rodger disappeared back into the crowd leaving Jaslyn disgruntled.

  * * * *

  “Would you like something to drink, mia colomba?”

  “Sure, some champagne would be nice.”

  He signaled for one of the waiters to come over with a tray filled with flutes of champagne. Grabbing two glasses he handed her one before he taking a sip of his own. They began walking through the crowd finally able to get away via a pathway that led deeper into the garden. They found a handcrafted wooden swing to sit on as he held her close.

  “Your mother sure does know how to throw a party.” Jaslyn smiled as his lips brush against her temple.

  “That she does. I tell her she needs to go into the catering business, but she says she just likes doing things like this every once in a while. They always turn out simply amazing. I’m just glad I have someone to enjoy it with. I have something for you to make the night even better.” Renzo smiled.

  Jaslyn watched as he reached into his coat pocket. She had hoped this wasn’t going to happen. Lord, was he going to propose to her right here and now? This was going too fast, she thought. Even though she was falling for him, she hoped he wouldn’t go as far as to propose to her like this. But then she saw it wasn’t a ring box, more the shape of a bracelet box. Letting out a big sigh she giggled taking the box from his hand. Slowly opening up the box she saw a beautiful diamond tennis bracelet that sparkled like the candles that lit up the pathways of the garden. “Oh, Renzo, it’s beautiful.”

  He took it out of the box and helped her put it on her wrist. Once it was on, he held her hand while marveling at how beautiful it sparkled. “It looks beautiful on you. Just like you, it’s dazzling. One of th
ese days when I feel it’s right, I plan on putting an even more impressive ring on you.” He then pointed to her ring finger. “Put it right here and ask you to marry me.”

  Jaslyn smiled as it made her glad he kept his word. “I really am happy to hear you say that. I can’t wait for that day to come, I’m just glad that we are taking things slow the way we are because it makes me feel safe.”

  “That’s something I honestly want you to feel. I don’t want you to feel rushed, baby, but I will let you know that now that I have you in my life I am not going to let you get away from me…ever.” Kissing her softly, his arm pulled her close to him and she rested her hand on his chest. His eyes were blazing with a fiery passion she knew would lead to more.

  “When does the party end?” Jaslyn whispered in his ear.

  “Not for a very long time,” Renzo responded.

  “We don’t have to be around, right? I mean no one is going to miss us are they?”

  “No, my dear, we don’t have to be around at all.”

  “Good, because there’s something you must know.”

  “And what is that, mia colomba?”

  In his ear she softly whispered, “Voglio che tu ora, Renzo.” Her hand softly rubbed the front of his pants, outlining his cock which was slowly enlarging. This was the first time she had spoken Italian to him that he had not recited first, which she knew probably shocked him.

  “What did you say, darling? I didn’t hear you the first time.”

  Giving him a kiss on the lips, Jaslyn nibbled softly on his lower lip and once again repeated the words she accurately remembered, “Voglio che tu ora, Renzo.”

  He couldn’t believe she said she wanted him now, and the way she said it was so sexy it was all he could do to just grab hold of her hand. They made their way back inside through the crowd to the hallway that led back to his room. He grabbed his keys from his pocket, fumbling to get the right key. She grabbed hold of his tie. This lovely creature pulled him inside as they closed the door and locked it.

  Once inside, Renzo slowly unzipped the back of her dress while she took off her shoes. He rubbed her shoulders as her dress slid off…down her arms, along the curves of her hips and to the floor, where it landed in a heap of fabric around her feet. She wore a black strapless bra with matching boy short underwear. Walking over to the bed, Renzo watched her crawl on top of the comforter.

  He started to loosen his tie, then took off his jacket and flung it on the floor. He undid his belt buckle then unzipped and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them off. He sported a pair of navy blue boxer briefs. The tip of his cock protruded from the opening of his underwear as he came over to her. When she pulled them off, his cock jumped in front of her. He smiled as her mouth gently enclosed around the tip. He twitched just a bit as her tongue lightly licked and her mouth sucked on him. God, she made him feel wonderful. He watched her slowly engulf him with her mouth, her tongue wrapping around his cock. The more she sucked and licked, the bigger his fear of coming grew. He honestly didn’t want to come in her mouth, but she was making it too hard for him not to.

  “Get farther onto the bed, baby. I want to make love to you right now,” Renzo said. She scooted back while he crawled slowly on top of her. He kissed her passionately and she whimpered. Ripping off her underwear he took her deep and fast. “Oh, Jaslyn, my darling yes!”

  “Renzo!” Her nails dug into his arms as he stayed deep within her. Her pussy contracted and seized his cock from within her tight hole. He captured her lips once more, tongues tasted and rolled before he moved to nibble on her chin. He grunted slamming himself into her with relentless abandon. Strong hands cradled her body while she began clawing at his back. His thrusts were deep and demanding. Renzo nips along her neck and chin made her gasp feeling his teeth along her skin. “Oh God, don’t stop, Di più, please I want more!”

  “You want more?” Renzo panted, grabbing the back of her hair while he bit into her neck. “Let me hit it from the back, baby, I’m going to fuck you senseless tonight.”

  Soon she was on her hands and knees as he grabbed hold of her ass, deeply plummeting into her. They sighed deeply. Jaslyn’s head rested against the pillow in front of her. He watched himself going in and out, the sight was beautiful and hearing her moan only enticed him to move his hips faster. God, she feels like a dream. He watched her ass shake with each pounding and thrust deeper and faster into her. Each time she gasped and wailed. He watched her fingers dig into the pillow in front of her. Soon her moans were muffled as she bit it. The headboard bumped up against the wall with each thrust. He held onto her hips tightly as the orgasm he sensed was about to erupt from him was so strong. Renzo heard her muffled screams into the pillow. Her body trembled and quivered underneath him. His cries echoed the room. “Fuck!” he cried out as he filled her deeply.

  Moving to their sides, he was still inside her. He didn’t want to remove himself from her just yet. He loved how she felt, still quivering even after her orgasm. “God, you feel wonderful, baby.” He kissed her shoulder when she groaned. He then realized it wasn’t from pleasure but from pain. “Are you all right, baby?”

  “My hips, I felt a bit of pain and now it’s going up my back,” Jaslyn whimpered. He pulled out of her and she rested on her stomach.

  “Why didn’t you tell me I was hurting you?”

  “I didn’t want you to. God, you felt so amazing.” Then a whimper came from her lips while she sighed.

  “Hold on a second, baby, I know what to do.” Getting up he went into the bathroom. She heard the water being turned on as steam floated out only to disappear instantly when it came into the room. He angrily shouted something in Italian while walking into the room, pulling the nightstand closer to the bed. He put down a blue unlabeled bottle and returned to the bathroom. He came back with wash cloths and hand towels in a large plastic bowl filled with hot water. Putting down the bowl, he sat down on the edge of the bed.

  She watched him vigorously shaking the small bottle in his hand. Popping the cap he squeezed lotion in his hand and slowly rubbed his hands together. His strong hands began to rub her back. A sigh of welcomed relief escaped from her while his hands worked their magic. Her eyes rolled in her head as she enjoyed how wonderful his hands felt softly kneading and rubbing her back and hip muscles. Fingers danced along her spine making their way up to her shoulders, whatever the lotion he was using smelled like lavender with a hint of vanilla, which was wonderful. He continued to rub and knead her body as she moaned in pleasure. After a while, he stopped and wrung out one of the hand towels. Laying the hot cloth on her back made her almost jump, but soon the warmth felt good. Then he laid another one on her hips and a third on her shoulders. Once done, he returned the bowl and lotion to the bathroom. He brought back a dry towel and laid it on her entire back.

  “Come and lay down next to me, please,” Jaslyn asked with her head propped up on her hands. He lay right next to her. Her head tilted toward him.

  “You have some amazing hands, Mr. Cipriano, it looks like I’m going to have to cancel my appointments with Chi from now on.”

  He chortled as he kissed her forehead then her lips. “You know I would do anything to make you happy, mia colomba. Now I want you to rest. I’ll get us something to eat and drink.” Getting up from bed, he gathered up his clothes to put them back on quickly. He walked into the bathroom to make himself presentable. Once he came out he asked, “How do I look?”

  Jaslyn looked over at him while he turned around to showcase himself. All she could do was marvel and smile when she realized all of this was hers now. “You are just as handsome as ever, sweetheart.”

  He smiled walking out of the room, locking the door behind him as he made his way down the hall.

  “Hello son, where’s Jaslyn?” asked Filomena when she came to his side at the buffet table.

  “Her back was bothering her. I gave her a rub down and she’s lying down. I’m bringing her something to eat and drink.”

  “Bless her hear
t. I hope she starts to feel better.”

  “I rubbed her down good, so she should be feeling better once she eats a little and gets some sleep. I’m going to stay with her for the rest of the night.”

  Nodding, she left her son and walked through the crowd, talking with some of the guests. She saw both Gianni and Federico talking with women who had crowded around them. She shook her head at the commotion these women were making in front of her boys. She looked around to locate Simone. She found him nursing champagne, looking forlorn. Excusing herself from the group, she walked over to where he was leaning up against a column. “Are you all right, Simone darling?”

  He didn’t say a word. He looked like he was in a trance as if she wasn’t even there. His eyes had been staring at someone on the dance floor and when she saw who it was, she couldn’t believe who he was staring at so longingly.

  *THE END*

  About the Author

  Born in Jamaica Queens New York, Jamallah Bergman eventually moved around from New York to Alabama and eventually settling down in Georgia with her family and spending part of her childhood in Roswell Georgia.

  Jamallah started to first write when she was just 12, writing scripts for her dolls and as she got older her stories grew along with her.

  She eventually read her first romance novel when she was 15 and became hooked and started to write about romance. It wasn't until she got older when she started to write about erotica as well.

  Jamallah had started to notice that whenever she would read the stories that she loved, she never could understand why the heroines in the stories were nothing like herself. None of the women were full figured or plump or what she would sometimes think of herself (to coin the phrase from Mo'Nique) a "Thick Madame". It would often upset her that she could never find a story where the main character was a full figured woman who finds love with a handsome man.