A Wish Come True

by Allie

It was finally Saturday evening, the evening which I was kind of looking forward to. My friends had convinced me to finally go out with them after 3 years of being by myself after my fiancé cheated on me.

I was deeply in love with Patrick and my world seemed so much better when I had moved to Ireland to start a new life, but leaving Canada was the hardest decision I had ever made, leaving my friends and family behind. It wasn't until a year into our relationship that I had come home early from work, not feeling well, when I caught him in bed with our neighbour. I remember how shocked I was. I said nothing, left and stayed with a work colleague for the night; and the next day forced myself to book a flight, pack what I could, and left him to come back to my home in Canada.

The flight back home was a very hard one. Sitting on that plane seemed like it took forever and I did nothing but cry my eyes out. But looking back, I know I made the right decision as he never bothered to contact me. I know that there are better things for me in my life. And saying that I mean, no more men, and to just focus on my career.

Even being by myself for 3 years seemed to be a little lonely, but I would usually just throw myself into doing something new and it helped me both physically and emotionally.

After these years I had finally decided to go out with my two friends that I had grown up with. My best friend, Karen had worked for a magazine company for about 5 years, and every so often she would meet up with rich and famous people for either interviews - or just attend parties to take pictures. She loved her job and the stories she would tell would shock me sometimes about the way celebrities can be, and their way of life. She wasn't famous by any means, but I would laugh at her all the time as to how she would flirt like crazy to get further into their kind of world.

Karen had finally gotten tickets to this party which was in the heart of Vancouver. The tickets were extremely hard to obtain and she had spent many months working to get them for myself and our other friend Kelly, who works as an accountant. But when that day came when she was screaming on the phone to Kelly and me in total excitement that she had finally got them, I remember I was totally speechless as we were so sure we would have no chance of getting them.

The thought of meeting someone famous really didn't bother me but in a way it was kind of exciting. Even if I didn't meet anyone tonight, I knew that going out would probably do me the world of good just to let my hair down and have a good time, which is what I was missing in my life.

As I got out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my head and dried myself off. I was a little nervous; I only had a couple of hours to get ready and I still couldn't make my mind up what I was going to wear. Over the weeks we three would go out shopping and the amount of new clothes I had now owned was ridiculous. So much so that I could have even opened up my own clothing store. I walked into the bedroom and looked out the window. The snow was gently coming down and the street lights were coming on. I studied the snow falling in the lights and I then thought of Patrick. Why after all this time did this man keep coming into my mind? Why can't I just forget about him? Why does part of me still hold onto him even though I hate him like crazy?

I shook my head and walked out of the bedroom to the dining room where I opened the dark oak wooden china cabinet and poured myself a glass of wine. As I walked back into the bedroom I turned on the CD player and decided to get myself in the mood for the evening ahead of me.

Sipping my wine I again studied my clothes. Pulling the coat hangers apart and staring at each and every outfit I had, trying to mix and match, really didn't help as I just had no clue what to wear. What do the rich and famous wear? How do they act? Are you supposed to look rich and act snobby or look casual and be yourself? Being casual and yourself is me to a T, but I had a gut feeling that this would be much more that casual.

"Ah ha"! I said taking a hanger off of the rail. Looking up and down at the black thin-strapped dress, I decided this was the outfit to wear along with my black high heel ankle strap shoes.

I went back into the bathroom and dried my hair then styled it, pinning some of my hair up with a few long dark blonde curls hanging down onto my shoulders. As soon as the black dress and high heel shoes were on, I heard the doorbell. As I hurried down to the door, I could hear Karen and Kelly. They were laughing and calling me to hurry up.

"Wow you guys are early," I said letting them in and looking at their clothes.

"Oh my god you look great," Karen said kissing me on the cheek and giving me the ticket.

"Thanks so do you," I said looking at the ticket I was now holding.

"Can you believe this? We all are actually going to this. Just think who we will meet there. God it could be anyone you know," Kelly said opening a bottle of wine and pouring three glasses.

I laughed and grabbed the glass of wine and walked into the bedroom. Kelly and Karen followed me as I sat down and started to put on make up. Karen sat on the bed and I could feel her eyes on me. As I turned around Kelly was doing the same thing.

"What?" I said.

"We're just so happy you are finally going out with us. Just think who you could pick up tonight Allie," Karen said.

"Look, I'm not going there to pick up anyone."

"Fucken hell, I sure am," Kelly blurted out.

"God, we'd better call a cab," I said finally finishing putting on my red lipstick and putting in my diamond earrings that I got for my 16th birthday.

Kelly called a cab and then we gulped back the wine quickly. Within no time the cab arrived. As I turned off all the lights in the apartment except for the kitchen light, I took one last look at the now empty place and told myself that this was going to be a great evening.

We ran to the cab and got in. Within half an hour we arrived at Karen's work place. There were a few more people waiting for us and there were also two black long stretch limos parked. As we all stepped out, Karen's boss paid the cab driver and the introductions than began. After a few minutes and everyone accounted for, we divided up and got into the two limos.

"God, I feel like I'm going to the Oscars," I said looking around the limo.

People started laughing and agreeing that this would be the only greatest moment in our lives as partying with celebrities. As in the beginning I thought maybe I was a little over dressed; I now was happy with what I chose as some women were totally dressed up and already acting like they were rich.

The drive to the party took about an hour. Finally the limo slowed down and I peered out the window. White and black limos were pulling up and leaving and the amount of people going inside the building was unbelievable. As I looked back at Karen and Kelly, they were both doing the same thing as me then looking back at me in excitement. As the limo came to a stop, the driver opened the door and I got out first. The cold air hit me instantly and I shivered.

"Nervous?" Karen's boss asked me.

"Oh no, just cold," I said trying to smile to hide my lie.

We then all walked up the steps and security was by the doors. After we showed our tickets and our names were checked and we were checked we finally stepped inside. We could hear the sound of music in the distance and the smell of lavender and rose filled the air. As I walked up to the counter I gave my coat to the lady and kept my bag with me.

"Now remember, if I score, don't worry and don't follow me," Kelly said.

"Deal," I said.

"'K, so see you guys later." Kelly immediately left us and walked over to a crowd of men in suits. Kelly had absolutely no fear of mixing with people. If she saw something or wanted something than she would totally not hesitate.

"Well, I've gotta go with my boss and start interviews, Allie. You coming along or are you going to do your own thing?" Karen said opening her camera bag and getting things sorted out.

"Actually I think I'm going to get a drink. I don't want to bother you when you're working," I said, looking around the crowded room, suddenly feeling more nervous.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I really need a drink."

"Yeah, me too. I'll come to the bar with you, and then I gotta go."

We walked through the crowds and I could hardly take in anything due to the dim lights. "Where is that dance music coming from?" I yelled, squeezing through people.

"There are three floors to this place. It's probably from the second floor," Karen yelled back.

The room we were in was the cocktail lounge. When we got to the bar I stared in amazement. The bar was lit up with fluorescent colours of green, blue and red and all made out of glass, with the circle counter a huge fish tank.

"Wow!" was all I could say.

"My god I gotta take a picture of this," Karen said.

"Two glasses of white wine please," I yelled to the bar tender who was dressed in black pants, white smart shirt, and a black bow tie. He nodded and smiled then poured the wine in the glasses. After getting our drinks, Karen's boss managed to find us. Karen gave me a kiss on the cheek and we agreed to meet at the bar in a couple of hour's time.

I watched Karen and her boss disappear through the crowd, while I just stood there. I then suddenly felt so insecure. I felt like an idiot by myself just standing and trying to look at peoples' faces to see if I recognised anyone famous. I then took a deep breath and decided to go exploring alone. I slowly walked by people and I then heard a few compliments from groups of men. I ignored them and carried on walking till someone bumped into me.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry."

I looked up and into the eyes of Antonio Banderas.

"OH..........MY...............GOD!"

"Sorry?" he replied

"Oh, I ummm, I meant that's OK," I said feeling a little flushed. My heart felt like it had just come out of my mouth and my stomach felt like pins were being stabbed in me. My heart was racing and I started to shake.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked, holding onto my arm.

"Ah, no, no you didn't. Think it was my fault actually. I'm not used to crowds," I managed to say still looking in his eyes.

"You and me both," he said and gave a quick wink at me.

I smiled and he then walked on. As I stood there trying to come back down from heaven I couldn't believe what had just happened. Antonio Banderas bumped into me, held my arm, and then winked at me. At ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My god I couldn't believe any of this. As I turned around to casually look back at him, he was gone.

"Another drink Allie," I told myself and walked back to the bar hoping to see him again. As I got to the bar, I ordered another drink. While sipping the sweet wine I heard an accent. The voice was deep, and that accent I knew. It was Spanish. I glanced in the mirror behind the bar and instantly saw Antonio with four couples. He was facing me, but he couldn't see my face. I decided to stay where I was and admire him for the amount of time I had him in my sights.

The woman next to me got up from her stool and walked away with her partner, so I decided to sit down; otherwise I would probably faint. I carried on studying him and then it happened. His eyes were on me. He looked at me up and down very carefully then back up to the back of my head. My heart was about to explode. I grinned and had another sip of my wine, then looked back in the mirror; to my shock he too was looking in the mirror at me. I quickly looked away for a few minutes then looked back and he was still there with a smirk on his face.

"Oh great, he knows how much I like him," I thought to myself. Again I looked away then back in the mirror, but he was gone. I looked to the left and right behind me but no sign of him.

"Are you alone senorita?"

I quickly turned around to the left; he was leaning on the counter staring at me. My god he looked so good. His black hair was slicked back into a pony tail, and his expensive black suit totally added to his charm and good looks. The white shirt under the black silk jacket was slightly open with the first three buttons open exposing only a glimpse of his tanned skin. And the aroma of cologne aroused my senses. His brown eyes seemed to sparkle and when he lifted his glass to drink his red wine, his wrist exposed a very expensive Rolex watch.

"Yes, well no, not really," I said trying to get the right words together.

"No?"

"I'm here with some friends actually," I replied taking a big gulp of wine and ignoring the tiny sips now.

"Ahhh, with friends. Me too," Antonio said still staring into my eyes.

"Actually, my friend is a reporter and she was invited to come here, so she invited me to join her," I said trying to act and be more of a communicative person.

"A reporter!! Well there certainly are a lot of those here tonight. Are you a reporter if you don't mind me asking?"

"No, I'm not a reporter at all," I said laughing but more of a nervous laugh.

Antonio's face turned into the sexiest grin, his eyes not leaving mine. "A model! You are certainly a model!"

Laughing again I shook my head no. "I'm a manager of a company. To be honest, this is my first time out in about three years."

Antonio's look on his face told me everything. A look of both shock and question. After a quick pause he came closer to me.

"Please don't think I'm being forward, but why haven't you been out in three years?"

Suddenly Patrick came into my mind and the feeling of hate over came me. "Busy with work," I replied and finished my wine.

"You must be a very busy woman."

All I could do is smile then, nodded my head yes.

"And you? Are you here alone?" I asked

"yes, I'm working here in Vancouver for the next two weeks."

My heart raced with excitement and the obvious question of "is your wife here too and staying at the hotel or something?" but I didn't go there. I was enjoying myself and this was the best moment in my life.

"My wife and I are separated," he blurted out gulping back his drink then motioned to the bartender and pointed to my glass then his. My god it was like he was reading my mind.

"Oh, I'm um, I'm very sorry," was all I could say.

Antonio looked at me and grinned. "I'm not," he said.

I smiled back and took the glass of wine from him. Our fingers touched and I looked up at him. I couldn't say anything yet there were so many things I wanted to say. Especially to a gorgeous man who every woman in the world would want to be with.

"I'm Antonio," he said breaking the silence and held out his hand.

"I'm Allie," I responded and went to shake his hand when he suddenly kissed the back of my hand, still focused on my eyes. Now I know this could have been the charm of the Spanish, but I really didn't care. He could do anything he wanted to and I really wouldn't care. Only thing is that I wished the Karen and Kelly were around to see my great fortune.

"You have a beautiful name."

"Thank you," I said

"And you are a very beautiful woman, Allie. You should be a model or something."

I burst out laughing, causing a few heads to turn in our direction. Antonio smiled and winked again.

"Sorry, that was funny," I said, lighting up a cigarette.

"Well, it's true. And the great thing is that you haven't slapped me across the face yet."

"Why would I do that?"

"Some people would take offence, I guess. It happens."

"Well that was a nice compliment. Thank you."

Suddenly Antonio's arm went around the back of my chair and his face came close to mine and I then heard his deep sexy Spanish accent whisper in my ear.

"I never say things I don't mean, Allie."

My body became frozen. My mouth went dry. My heart pounded and I swear everyone in the room could have heard it. My hands became sweaty with nerves and I became excited. I slowly turned my head a bit more so I could see those perfect pouty lips. My eyes trailed down to them and I was so close to him. I was so so so close to his lips. I wanted to kiss them. I wanted him to shock me with his lips on mine.

"Just kiss me!" was all that was going on in my mind.

"Would you like to go into the other room?" Antonio whispered again interrupting my thoughts.

"Sure!" I said and got up from the stool and followed Antonio to a quieter room.

When we walked in it was a place from a movie. The room was big and there was a huge stone fireplace in the corner. The colours of the room were burgundy and cream, and wooden beams hung from the ceiling. The sound of a saxophone was playing in the back ground and the big bay windows had huge velvet curtains hanging down with matching valences. The view of the mountains in the background was lit up by houses in the distance, and the snow falling added the romantic perfect touch.

I felt Antonio's hand against my lower back and lead me towards a double sofa next to the roaring fireplace. Waiters and waitresses were casually walking around with trays of champagne hors doeuvres. As I sat down in the comfortable sofa, Antonio joined me after taking some champagne from the trays. People were talking softly and enjoying the company of their friends and loved ones, and here I was sitting on the sofa with the Latin lover himself.

"So, Allie..." Antonio turned to me and sat close by me. "May I ask why you don't have a man in your life? Or is that completely out of line?"

"That's not out of line," I said trying to avoid the question.

I guess he knew I was so he kept trying.

"Truth is that my fiancé cheated on me with my neighbour. I came home and caught him. So I left and never went back," I said and gulped back my wine, then looked at the roaring fire trying, to hide my bitterness.

"Asshole!" was all I heard from Antonio which made me look at him and smile.

"Yeah, big asshole!"

"And he never even called you and knew where you were?"

"Uh-huh."

"What or who would do such a thing?"

"He would, and has. But anyways that's history. Now I'm looking towards the future," I said positively.

"Well then...here's a toast."

Antonio lifted up his glass of champagne and looked straight at me yet again. "Here's to your new life, your first evening in a beautiful place, and here's to hoping that I can at least have a dance with you this evening before you decide to leave me."

I looked at Antonio in amazement shaking my head as I couldn't believe any of this; then we clicked glasses. We stared at each other while drinking back the last drop of champagne in our glasses.

"I hope you will dance with me, Allie," Antonio quietly said while leaning forward.

Again, his face was close to mine and the thought of that kiss entered my mind.

"Of course I would. It's just that I'm not really ready to leave yet."

Antonio grinned, looked at me and then touched my face gently. "I don't want you to leave either. And I don't want you to leave here tonight alone."

Oh my god!!! Was he really saying what I thought he was saying? Does he want ME to go back to his place?

"So, will you dance with me? And then I we can leave if you want. We could go for a walk, or go somewhere different. Whatever you feel like"

It was at that point that I wanted to say..."Antonio, I want you to kiss me. I want you to take me somewhere now and make love to me. I want you to show me if you truly are the world's greatest Latin lover, as to me you are perfection..."

But instead I accepted and we walked to the middle of the room where other people were closely dancing. His hand went around my waist and held me close, while his other hand held onto mine. As I placed my hand on his shoulder, his face came close to mine. I could feel his hand pushing me more into him, and then that is when I felt him. The erection in his pants. His eyes were closed and he felt like he would never let me go. Our rhythm was perfect and then his lips came closer and closer. I watched his lips until the first feeling of warmth and softness touched mine. I closed my eyes and took in all the glory. He kissed me more this time, until our mouths were now tasting each other. Not only could this man dance, act, sing, be kind hearted, but my god could he kiss. The song ended and another song played by a piano echoed through the room. When I opened my eyes, Antonio slowly stopped and firmly asked in a whisper,

"Would you like to leave?"

I couldn't speak. My legs felt weak. I felt giddy with joy and love. And all I could do was nod yes. No grins, smiles or laughter came between us as we both felt the urge. I could definitely feel his urge, and mine was of something I have never experienced before.

Antonio and I walked out of the room with his hand still firmly on my lower back. As I walked to go in the corridor, I saw Karen. Her mouth dropped to the floor and stared at us leaving. I winked back, and then left with Antonio. When we walked outside, the cold air swept around me. I shuddered and buried my hands in my coat pocket and lifted up my shoulders. The hand from Antonio on my lower back moved around to my front and his other arm now crept around me and he was hugging me from behind to keep me warm.

"Here's the car," he said.

A black Mercedes pulled up, and the driver got out and opened the door for us. I got inside and sat on the black leather seats, and instantly felt the warmth from the heater. Antonio sat close to me.

"Where would you like to go, Allie?"

I looked at him in shock. I desperately wanted to go back to his place but I had a feeling that something was stopping him from suggesting it.

"Well, I really don't mind where we go. I can't really go for a walk, don't have the right shoes," I said looking down at my black high heels.

"Ahhh, yes that would be a problem," he said snickering

"What would you like to do?" I said looking straight back at him.

"Well...I would love to see where you live, if that's ok. I mean I don't want to invite myself over or anything, but I think going back to my place would be a bad idea. The maids have eyes and ears, you know, and I am still married."

"Well just two people spending time together right? To have a couple of drinks, talk..."

"Allie...I will be honest with you. I would very much like to have your company all evening. I'm not pushing you; it's entirely up to you if you don't want to be together tonight. I'm not talking about the obvious. I just think you are a very beautiful woman, and I really do enjoy your company. God I think I'm saying this all wrong," Antonio said running his hand over his hair and shaking his head.

I giggled and looked at him. "Of course I would love to spend the whole evening with you, but I don't have my pj's," I said, joking.

Antonio looked at me with that gorgeous sexy smirk. "Ahhh, you wear pj's huh? Well I have some spare ones you can borrow," he snickered again.

"Great!" I said and before I knew it we were turning the corner and all the lights of hotels, houses, nightclubs were all in view. The snow was now coming down harder and the driver was taking his time.

"Well, we can go to my place if you want, but I'll warn you it's small and not far from here," I said looking out the window.

"That would be great. I would love to see where you live"

"Sure. It's Alexander Close, about 20 minutes away.

The driver shook his head in acceptance and Antonio and I talked about different things during the slow drive back to my place. I was interested to hear all about his life growing up in Malaga, and their way of life in the country. I never once talked about his acting or singing, as I thought that would be so boring for him to talk about all the time to everyone. But the country of Spain really interested me. He could see how much I was enjoying listening to him when he stopped.

"You know it's so refreshing not talking about my work."

"I just find Spain so interesting. I've been there before, but it was a long time ago. The country is so beautiful. You must really miss it sometimes."

"Yes, I do. But America to me now is my second home, and I love both countries so in a way I'm lucky."

The driver slowed down and excused himself, interrupting us to ask what number my place was. After I told him the car came to a stop and the driver got out. Antonio got out first then I slid across the seat and out. The snow was like a blizzard.

"Will your driver be ok leaving in this weather?" I asked

Antonio smiled and put his arm around me.

"See, this is why I like you, you're so concerned for other people"

I smiled back and the driver nodded and smiled at me then left. As I walked up the pathway to the front door, I opened my bag and fumbled around for my keys. He was close aging behind me and I swear I could feel his lips close to my ear. I found my keys, unlocked the front door and we walked up to the elevator. The doors opened and we stepped inside.

"Just kiss me again," my mind kept saying. "Just hold me tight, just push against the wall and take off my clothes, just do it!"

"So how long have you lived here?" Antonio said interrupting my thoughts.

"Oh, ummm, about 3 years. Its OK here, but I'm hoping to find something better," I said and stepped out when the doors opened.

As we walked down the hallway, it was a quiet as a mouse. The dim lights guided us down to the end of the corridor, where my apartment was. Again I grabbed my keys and opened the door then turned on the lights. I was so glad that I had cleaned up my place earlier, but the evidence of glasses and wine bottles were still on the counter in the kitchen from us girls drinking a few hours ago. And to think, those few hours ago I swore I wouldn't pick up anyone at the party, and now here I was, back at home with Antonio Banderas. I still couldn't believe it.

We took off our coats and hung them up in the closet.

"Make yourself at home," I said and walked to the kitchen to throw out the empty bottles and put the glasses in the dish washer.

"Would you like a drink?"

"Yes thanks."

I opened up the fridge and Antonio leaned his back against the counter. Again his eyes were fixed on me.

"Well, I have cheap champagne and white wine which you don't like, but I've got vodka and cider if you want it. Or coffee or tea," I said standing up straight and looking at him.

"Ohhhhhhh, I think I'll go for the cheap champagne," he said with a smirk.

"'K," I said and quickly looked away as that look does it for me every time. Even when I see him in the movies, I just melt.

"Where's the glasses. I'll get them. Make myself useful," he said.

"No no, you're my guest. Just make yourself comfy."

I walked into the family room and opened up the china cabinet doors and got two flute glasses and poured the champagne. We clinked glasses then I gave him a tour at his request. The last room was my bedroom. He stood in the middle of the room, admiring my four poster bed with net curtains trailing down. The two antique tables with lace cloth draping down and candles placed on them added the romance to the room. The aroma of the new rose scent air freshener aroused my séances, and the old wooden table in the corner of the room displayed the huge vase of fresh flowers I had bought that afternoon.

"My god, this is beautiful, senorita," he said in a whisper.

"I like it too," I said, and then took a big gulp of champagne as I leaned against the arch of the doorway.

Then he turned to me. "And you are beautiful. You see beauty in your mind and display it for other people to see."

My joking side immediately left and was replaced with yearning for this man yet again. As he walked towards me, I stood up straight a bit more. I watched him put his glass of champagne down on the wooden table next to the vase of flowers. He took my glass and placed it next to his then one hand touched my face while the other hand wrapped around my back. As he walked backwards just a little bit, I was motioned to follow his lead, and in no time he slammed the bedroom door closed with his foot. His eyes fixed on mine with no smile or grin, but just total concentration. He was sexier than ever. He then walked forward to me and I walked backwards this time only to have the wall stop me. My breathing was becoming a little faster, and he ever so slowly worked his eyes down my dress and then slowly up.

Suddenly his face came closer. He teased me with his mouth by almost kissing me but then no kiss. I could feel his breath and heavy breathing just like mine becoming faster. I started to shake with excitement when it was stopped by Antonio suddenly placing his mouth onto mine. The kiss was sudden, forceful and he had control. I was pinned against the wall with no where to move.

He moaned while kissing me and I found my hands trailing over his covered biceps. Still kissing with deep passion he slowly slid down my shoulder straps of my black dress. As they slid down below my shoulders he stopped the kiss and looked down at my covered chest. With one finger he glided down my chest to my cleavage, and then pulled down my dress exposing my covered breasts with a black lacey bra. In a split second, my bra came undone; I had no idea how he did it so fast but obviously with expertise. His eyes looked back up at me and the look of eagerness and domination was presented to me.

"FUCK IT!" I thought to myself and pushed into him, kissing him so eagerly, and the response was more than I expected. He picked me up and laid me down on the bed still kissing frantically. The dress was now off with only my black panties and high heel shoes still on. I pulled off his jacket and threw it on the floor and he kicked off his shoes and unzipped his pants within seconds and kicked them off. Next I opened his shirt and that was thrown to the floor.

And there he was. Naked as a new born baby on top of me. I felt over his body with my hands so slowly and marveled what I felt. The nights I had dreamt of being with this man and wondered what he would be like was now reality. The Latin lover himself in the flesh was kissing me, laying on me and exploring me with his strong, warm, big hands.

His lips then left mine and his kisses trailed down my neck. Not fast kisses, as he was taking his time and arousing me in ways I cannot explain. As his body went lower, his lips met my belly button. His tongue circled my button as his hands slid further down my thighs to the sides of my panties. I was already wet and excited and I wrapped of my legs around the back of his leg.

He then ignored my black lace and kissed down my leg then held up my other leg and kissed up the leg. He was so gentle and calm. Like a child exploring a new toy. He wanted to take everything in and he definitely knew what buttons to press on me. I was becoming more excited with every kiss he had for me, and that's when it happened. I could feel my black panties slide off and down my legs. His mouth found my inner leg and he was inches away from my now aching cunt. I moaned in pleasure and he instantly stuck his finger inside me. I gasped at the sudden feeling as I hadn't been with a man for 3 years and this to me was heaven.

He slowly slid his finger out and got on top of me. Kissing my breasts in turn then sucking my mouth. His kissing stopped. He stared into my eyes. No words were spoken. Our minds then became one. We both knew what we now wanted more than anything. He watched me as he slowly slid is hard huge cock inside of me. The feeling of how big Antonio was made me close my eyes and gasp out loud. He then pulled out and again slowly entered me. His rhythm was slow but then got fast, then faster, in and out, in and out. Just when I thought he was all inside of me, he would thrust deeper and I could now feel all of him. His moans, gasps and determination kept going.

"You feel so good. You are so tight!" he whispered in a deep voice.

I held onto him tight. Our mouths again were almost touching as our movements up and down caused our mouths to only slightly touch each others lips. Feeling each others hot breath and the pure pleasure of the feeling of that near orgasm caused us to move faster. Sweat was now evident on our bodies and I propped myself up on my hands to feel more. Antonio grabbed me harder, moved harder and within seconds my first orgasm hit like a bolt from the blue. Antonio then came while still inside of me. Still gasping, we lay still for a few minutes, his head resting on mine while we caught our breath.

I closed my eyes and tried to replay everything that had just happened in my mind. Antonio's kisses on my forehead and lips made me then open my eyes.

"I guess you're gonna say you have to go, right?" I said

Antonio looked at me. "Why would you say that?" he asked softly.

"Just something I thought men would do, I guess."

"Hey, I'm here all night, Allie. With you and only you. I don't want to go and I don't want to leave you tomorrow," he again spoke softly stroking my hair and the side of my face passionately.

"OK."

"Allie, can I ask you something?"

"You can ask me anything," I said, savouring this moment.

"I want to know if you would consider coming to Spain with me in a few months time. I'm gonna take some holidays and would love for you to come with me."

"YES!" I blurted out.

Antonio burst out laughing. "You don't have to answer straight away," he teased.

I smiled and hugged him.

"I know we've just met and everything but I have to say this. It may change the way you feel about me and everything but..."

"Shhhhh." Antonio kissed me on the lips softly.

As I closed my eyes I held onto Antonio as he did the same with me and we fell asleep. The sound of a car alarm woke me up with a start. As I sat up quick in bed, I looked around the room. Antonio was gone.

I jumped out of the bed and went in the bathroom. Taking one quick look in the mirror, I noticed my make up was all off and my hair was messy.

"Great!" I thought to myself. "No wonder he fucken left."

I quickly splashed some water on my face, brushed my teeth, took a pee, put up my hair then walked out into the kitchen with a sinking feeling that my Latin lover had left me. I stood in the kitchen not knowing what to do or what to think.

"Good morning, senorita."

My heart raced and I turned around quickly. Antonio walked into the kitchen from the dining room with a smile.

"I thought you left," I said

"Now why would I leave you Allie," he said and picked me up and kissed me.

"Just thought you did."

"You've done something to me, Allie. I think you and I are meant to be together. Does that scare you?"

All I could do is smile and shake my head no. The whole day on Sunday was spent with us making love in all parts of the house. We even took a shower and bath together and fed each other in exotic ways with food.

Over the two weeks, Antonio worked in Vancouver, and when he had finished his two week working he extended his stay. I took two weeks holidays and spent them with Antonio, showing him around different parts of Vancouver, then going to Whistler mountain where he taught me how to ski; and then to Seattle for a couple of days. When his extended stay was over, saying our good-byes at the airport was the hardest. Antonio kept saying he didn't want to leave me, and every time we hugged each other and kissed each other, we couldn't let go.

"Come with me, Allie. Just say Fuck it and come with me. You can get a job in America, I'll make sure of that. We can find a place together, and we can have a great start to our lives."

"I want to! I really do..."

"Then come with me. I'll cancel this flight; we'll head back to your place, get your things, passport and stuff and come back here tonight if there's a flight available. If not then we'll book for another flight tomorrow. Just come with me," Antonio had tears in his eyes.

"Why do you want me to leave everything and stay with you, Antonio?" I asked quietly.

He paused and held my face in his hands.

"Because I know I love you. And I've never felt this kind of love with any woman before in my life. This is true love, Allie. This is what love is about. I know that now and I don't ever want to lose you." With those words that I have longed to hear for a long time in my life, I knew the right thing to do.

"Do you want me to inquire about another flight or are you gonna do it?" I said fighting back the tears. Antonio kissed me hard and we walked up to the airline desk.

A middle aged woman looked at Antonio in shock, and then looked at me.

"I'd like to cancel my flight and re-book please," Antonio said holding me tight next to him.

"OK...would you like to fly out tomorrow or there's another one in about a couple of hours time?" the lady stuttered.

Antonio looked at me and I looked at him. Instantly the same thoughts went through our minds.

"Naw, we'll book for tomorrow please. We have to go home and take care of some last minute things that need to be done," Antonio said with a smirk.

I smiled and held his hand as he booked the tickets and then we left and headed back to my place. In the taxi, the snow started to fall again. The driver ignored us as we kissed and then I finally said what I wanted to say the very first night that we were together.

"I will always love you."