Stranded
Chapter Two -- An Old Friend
Day One
Sonny arrived at the casino mid-afternoon. He met with the
casino manager and straightened out all the current issues, which were mostly
arranging to have money moved to the offshore accounts. The casino was taking in
too much money to keep on site, and Sonny insisted on approving those kinds of
transfers himself. He used to trust Jason to do it, but since Jason had taken
off for parts unknown, Sonny had to do it himself. He also liked to review the
casino's books from time to time and make sure everyone was staying honest. Out
on the floor, two of the showgirls were talking. "Did you see who was here
Maria?" "No, who?" "Sonny Corinthos." Maria's heart
skipped a beat. She hadn't seen Sonny in over six months, and at that time, he
was a married man. But she had heard that he was getting divorced, and wondered
if the next time he came down, they could pick up where they had left off years
earlier. Sonny had once spent a full year on the island. Maria knew he had left
something, or someone, behind in Port Charles, but he never talked about it. But
he did go through wild mood swings, and sometimes-violent rages. Maria, and
everyone else, knew to stay clear of him during those times. But there were
other times when he was charming, even sweet. And of course, there were the
times when he made love to her in his room; urgent, passionate, totally
fulfilling…like Maria had never known before…or since. The door to Enrique's
office opened, and Sonny walked out. She stared at him and caught his eye. He
looked at her, and his face broke into a wide, dimpled smile. Lenore whispered
in her ear, "I hate you," then smiled and waved to Sonny. Maria
stifled a giggle and waited for Sonny to walk over. "Hola Maria," he
said in his deep voice. "Hola Senor Corinthos," Maria quietly replied,
her eye's locked onto his. Sonny smiled again, then said, "now Maria, I
would think someone who's been in my bed as much as you over the years would
know to call me Sonny. After all, you certainly have cried my name out enough to
remember it." Maria felt a bush come over her whole body and could only
reply, "sí Sonny." Then, Sonny got serious. "Will you come to
me…tonight?" Maria nodded her head, unable to quite speak. Sonny winked
at her, then walked off. Maria raced too her room, to pick out a dress to change
into after her last performance.
That evening…
Sonny spent the evening in the casino; walking around,
making his presence felt, chatting with high rollers. He even caught the last
revue, and flashed Maria another brilliant smile as she left the stage. Then, he
went back to his room to wait for her. She didn't keep him waiting long. She
quickly showered and changed, and practically ran to his room. Inside, Sonny was
waiting, having already stripped off his tuxedo jacket, shirt, shoes and socks.
He let Maria in when she knocked, and the drool practically ran down her chin
when she saw him. "Buenos Noches Maria," Sonny drawled, his eyes
raking over her body. "Sonny," Maria whispered in reply. Sonny wasted
no time reaching behind her and unzipping her dress, which fell in a pool at her
feet. He was pleased that she wore no undergarments. He took her in his arms and
lowered his mouth onto hers. Maria's knees gave way as he kissed her, and Sonny
scooped her up and carried her to the bed.
There, he covered her body with his and moved her arms till they were stretched out above her head. He held them there as he kissed her, his bulging crotch grinding against her very moist center. He stopped kissing her and whispered in her ear, "unh, I need it so bad right now Maria." It had been months since he'd made love. Carly's betrayal rocked him to the core, and he couldn't even think of being with another woman. But Maria and he had history. She was a safe haven; someone who had never made any demands on him. Maria cried out, "take me Sonny! Take me now!" Sonny smiled and released her arms. Moving off her momentarily, he removed his pants and underwear, and retrieved a condom from his pants pocket before tossing his clothes aside. He sheathed himself in it, and then resumed his position above her, supporting himself on his one forearm as he guided his very large member inside with his free hand. Maria reached down, grabbed his tight rear end, and pushed at him as he began thrusting. She knew from experience that Sonny would take his time with her on the next round, but she, as well as he, wanted it hard and fast this time. And hard and fast was what he gave her, going deeper inside her than she thought possible; even deeper than she remembered. She wrapped her legs around his waist and hung on. "Ah Maria," Sonny growled in Spanish, "you take me so well. I remember…" Maria couldn't speak back. A wave of ecstasy was building up inside her and she prayed he'd last long enough for it to crash over her. She needn't have worried. Moments later, she exploded, crying out, "Sonny! Te amo!" Sonny replied with a groan in her ear as he followed her over the edge.