He unzipped her dress; she wriggled out of it, letting it fall to the floor around her feet. Kicking off her shoes, she attacked his remaining clothing feverishly.

They kissed with even more passion, their naked bodies writhing together, hands exploring each other with sensual caresses…

Still standing, Carla reached behind her and pulled the white silk bed cover off, onto the floor, and sat down on the corner of the bed. She lay back, wrapped her legs around Max’s waist and pulled him into her.

She was so wet and ready that he entered her with a long, slow, deep thrust. They both gasped as the sensitive parts slid deeper and hotter till they could go no further.

He bent over her, kissing her firm breasts and licking her hard nipples, he moved up kissing her throat and the side of her neck.

She gasped again, eyes closed and in a trance of ecstasy.

She writhed under him, pressing her neck to his lips, her soft body against his. She loved the soft roughness of his body hair against her belly and breasts; he loved the silky softness of her flawless skin.

Slowly and firmly he withdrew and thrust into her, again and again, the angle was perfect for her G spot; she felt the initial waves of an orgasm starting to build.

Max was close to orgasm and tried to focus his mind on her, to delay the inevitable. He opened his eyes and saw her laid before him. She was oblivious of everything except the pleasure deep inside her, the building waves, his rhythmic thrusting, gradually getting faster and more intense, and a warm glow starting to seep through her body.

Then the first orgasm overwhelmed her, her whole body arched and shuddered, she groaned at the climax. Max could hold back no longer, his thrusting became faster, deeper and wilder. He came!

The first impulse of his orgasm and jet of semen washed into her, the feeling of the hot fluid, triggered the next violent convulsion of exquisite pleasure, throughout her whole body. She moaned, and cried out loud, as he forced into her, harder and deeper.

Four more times he pulsed into her, the throbbing of his orgasm fading as hers continued to build.

He was desperately seeking new angles of thrust and faster speed to hang onto the exquisite sensations that were falling away, but she was going wilder and wilder with louder cries, her body shuddering and hands clenching and clawing his skin.

Slowly, her waves ebbed, and consciousness returned as he reduced the thrusting to a gentle probing. She looked up at him and smiled weakly, sweat had broken out over her body, swept with a warm tingling glow that reached every fibre of her being. She wanted to drift away into a deep sleep.

Max was bathed in sweat, and totally spent. She pulled him close to her, nuzzling her cheek against the wet on his. It was like glue bonding them together for all time, she just wanted to stay like this forever, and then sleep overcame them both.

When he woke up, she had slipped under the covers of her bed, so he went to his own room to finish out the night. As he drifted off to sleep, he wondered if he or she were going to hate themselves or each other, in the morning.

Max awoke early and went down to the kitchen to make coffee. Whilst it was heating, he went to the gym to shower and swim.

Carla was already there, working out, naked. She smiled at his embarrassment. He too was naked, and she called him over.

“Stand just there,” she said, pointing to the floor ahead of him. She did a graceful cartwheel towards him. Her lithe body so pure and trim sent an erotic thrill through him.

His rising penis added to his embarrassment. She stood close to him, her belly gently rubbing the exposed tip of his penis; the pheromones rising from her hot body were driving him crazy with desire.

She sank to her knees, grasped the shaft of his penis with her cool fingers, and placed her hot wet lips over the tip and down the shaft, in a slow nodding motion.

He gasped, closed his eyes and with his fingers running through her hair, pressed her head gently, deeper onto it. After a few minutes, she stopped and guided the throbbing member into her.

“I need you again,” she whispered as she clung to his neck, raising her legs and wrapping them around his waist.

For a minute or two, he stood there with her clinging on tight, just probing his penis tip gently into her hot, wet, pussy.

With her still clinging on like a monkey, he sank to the floor on a plastic fall mat, with her under him.

“I’ll go on top,” she said, “if you don’t mind, just lay back and enjoy!”

Max was grateful to let her do the work, after last night, things might take some time.

He was right, she took all the time he needed, and she was enjoying every moment, as well.

She teased him by going down on him slowly in extremely erotic positions.

When he wanted to move with her, she held him back until he stopped. She kept him on the brink for half an hour until he could take no more and in a furious climax, like animals, they both came together.

They were still embracing when a buzzer sounded.

“That will be Maria to get breakfast and to clean up,” said Carla. “We must get some clothes on and look decent.”

They got up, covered up with towels, and went to their rooms. After showering, they dressed and came down to the dining room for breakfast.

“We will be out most of today Maria,” said Carla, “so we will eat out.”

Thank you Miss Carla,” she said and scurried off to clean.

“So what have you got planned today, Carla?” Asked Max, pleased at how the day had started.

“Well, I must do a small chore for the Duke, and we will go by helicopter to Milan. We can do some shopping there and then fly back.

This evening we can eat out on the town if you like, there is a nice place I know of, a bit touristy, but generally a good atmosphere. Sometimes there is a cabaret or possibly a singer, and a band playing, we can take pot luck.”

“That sounds great,” said Max. “I am looking forward to it.”

Chapter - The fight.

Carla drove up to the Duke’s home in the Honda and parked in the underground garage.

“I can’t see the Duke’s Rolls,” said Max.

“See the bays with the steel mesh around them; those cars also belong to the Duke. He has a red Ferrari, a silver Porsche as well as the Rolls. He seldom drives himself, he prefers it if I drive him.