Carlotta nodded, thinking of the endless shopping trips with Birdie and how she complained about them constantly to her mother. Now she understood what she had and what Alexia would miss.
‘I could help her,’ offered Carlotta.
‘You said you don’t like clothes,’ said Chris, his eyes twinkling.
‘Well, I don’t, but I could get Violetta to help, she knows everything.’
‘Well, you ask her and see what she says.’
They sat in comfortable silence although the air was electric between them. Finally Chris stood up and pulled Carlotta to her feet.
‘Now, I am going to take you to bed.’
Carlotta felt nervous. ‘To fuck me?’ she asked.
‘To make love to you,’ Chris said.
He led her to his bedroom. It was an almost bare room except for a king sized bed covered in white linen. There was a small bedside table on his side with a lamp on it and at the end of the bed, leaning against the wall, was a huge mirror.
Carlotta looked around. ‘Can I use the bathroom?’
Chris pointed to one of two doors. ‘In there,’ he said.
Carlotta went inside with her bag. She took a deep breath and undressed and then, opening her bag, pulled out her new shoes. They were ten-inch heels, with a band of green crystals across the toes and around the ankles. Carlotta did them up and wondered if she would be able to even walk to the bed. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Not too bad, she thought. She had lost condition since she had stopped riding but she looked OK. Her auburn hair was out and she checked her armpits and legs. They would have to do, she thought, hoping the shoes would make up for what she felt she lacked.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and saw Chris sitting in bed, already undressed.
‘Jesus Christ,’ he said.
‘I thought you Jews didn’t believe in him,’ teased Carlotta, pleased at his reaction.
‘Well, holy mother of God,’ he said. ‘Come here.’ Carlotta walked to his side. ‘Show me those shoes, baby,’ he whistled. ‘Manolo’s?’
‘Yes, how did you know that? Are you sure you’re not gay?’ she laughed.
‘Come here and let me prove it.’ Carlotta crawled onto the bed and kneeled in front of him. ‘You are so fucking spectacular, I think I might come now,’ he said, as he reached out to touch her full breast.
Carlotta felt her nipple become erect and closed her eyes. ‘You are so crass,’ she whispered.
‘You want me to stop?’ asked Chris, as he gently massaged her nipples.
‘No fucking way.’
Carlotta threw herself at him, shoes and all. Chris was an amazing lover – dirty, sexy, funny and intense, He overtook Carlotta’s body with his hands, his tongue and finally his cock. She gasped as he entered her and they fucked violently. Carlotta felt herself coming quickly. What he lacked in height he made up for in the length of his large cock and she felt herself just about to reach orgasm when Chris pulled out of her.
‘What are you doing?’ she demanded.
He moved around the bed and lay across it sideways. ‘Get on top,’ he ordered.
Carlotta did as he asked and, turning her head, saw him and her in the mirror. He smiled at them in the reflection.
‘Now ride me,’ he said.
Carlotta started to rock back and forth on his cock. She felt her orgasm come forth again and she looked at herself on top of this ugly, sexy man, wearing the craziest shoes she had ever worn and felt herself fuck him harder than she had ever done in her life.
Chris’s hands reached up and grabbed her hips. He matched her rhythm and they looked at each other in the mirror. Carlotta couldn’t tear her eyes away as she felt herself and Chris reach an orgasm together. Her head flew backwards and she closed her eyes, shuddering with ecstasy.
‘Oh Jesus Chris. Oh fuck. Oh God,’ she said as she came.
