There was only one place to eat their pizza - their rooftop hideaway. As they ate they both watered the plants and potted around like an old married couple. They talked about the best place to plant the coriander and the chillies and it was becoming obvious that most of their food would soon be home made.

A number of times Scott inferred that he was returning. Angela was in charge of nurturing the garden while he was gone. He had emailed her a list of fertiliser names and included a calendar of when to plant what seeds.

She sensed he was a nurturer of not just plants but hearts. Her heart felt soft around him. She was more open with him than anyone ever before.

The pizza was delicious and his choice of red wine was superb. He knew a winery in South Australia well and the Shiraz was delicious.

The sun was setting beyond the city skyline and his arms reached around her. "Ang. I am going to miss you so much."

The combination of love and loss touched every part of her heart. She felt loved and lost in his arms. Never had she needed to love a man so much as this moment.

Angela had fucked men. She had enjoyed loving sex. But this. The combination of lust and love was electric where her heart was exploding with romance but also so hopeful for a real future with him.

She kissed him. Her mouth carried the emotion from her inner being and tried to convey it to him as genuinely as possible. Her mouth was open and yearning wanting more but also tender and soft enjoying the touch.

His lips accepted her gift and responded in kind. Her hands touched his face tracing the shape of his jaw and cheeks as if her fingers somehow had memory.

Her eyes were fixed on his and were moist with emotion and lost in his gaze. Her body pressed in tight and reminded him that there was more to her than just a soul. She had a body that she wanted to be his to explore.

Scott did not want a security guard stopping them again. He led her to the door and soon they were back in the apartment. As soon as the door closed and the two of them were alone he attacked her lips with extra passion.

This time it was less tender. It was wanton and bordering on out of control. She felt his need. She shared it and tilted her head back so he could devour her neck also with his lips. The sound of his breathing so close along with the erotic touch of his strong mouth on her vulnerable neck was intoxicating. He unbuttoned her maxi dress. She sighed in pleasure.

Lifting her dress up and off he tossed it away and continued the progression and exploration of her body to her chest.

Angela unclipped her bra and sat him on the arm of the couch placing his face in vicinity of her breasts with only a loose bra in the way.

Scott lifted the bra off like he was unveiling a prized painting at an exhibition. He studied her breasts like they were masterpieces too precious to touch. Angela's nipples responded and drew themselves out towards him begging for his mouth.

His mouth could not resist and lunged at her right nipple. His whole mouth plunged the erect nipple into an open cavern clamping on tight. His tongue then slowly and gently circled the nipple. The hard and soft combined again and the feeling was extraordinary. His lips were pressed hard on the breast but were soft on the skin. His tongue touched softly but was rough. The texture of his tongue on her sensitive nipples was sending pulses throughout her body. Angela was already so close to coming it was absurd. She had lost control.

Noticing her breathing change to a heavy gasping Scott's hand cupped her between the legs. Her panties were already moist and he just held his hand tight on her.

The extra touch pushed her over the line and a sweet and delicate orgasm enveloped her. Angela knew it was all him. She was a boring girl. Not a sex maniac who orgasmed from merely a kiss and a touch. It was the build up, his gentle manner, and the way he waited for it to be right.

He was a constant promise from the first moment but now he was more than that. He was delivering everything she had ever dreamed of.

"I need you inside." Angela rasped. The woman in her had taken over. She had primal needs that were unstoppable. He pulled down her panties. The satin felt delicious as it ran down her legs. She was released even further into passion. Like a mad woman she rapidly undressed him pressing her hands across his skin. It was the first time she had seen him naked and his toned body was wonderful. It was her time to explore him like an ancient statute feeling every angle of a masterpiece.

"I need you outside." Scott groaned.
He lifted her up into his arms, walked over to the door to the balcony, opened it up. The cool breeze hit her face. She snuggled into his warmth.

They were 65 floors up and the view was incredible. She felt safe and scared. They were exposed to the world but no one could see them.

Scott pushed her against the window and her legs wrapped around his waist. Her hands grabbed the back of his neck and he pressed into her holding her buttocks tight.

Angela braced herself for entry. No matter how great sex could be, this was the exact moment she would remember for all time. He was not just doing it right he was doing her magnificently.

The tip of his hard penis found her tight opening. Her moist vagina welcomed it and he was able to enter her slightly. Scott pulled it back which caused Angela to react with a 'no' and he pushed it back in only this time a little further in. She wanted him deep. She wanted to feel all of him even if it hurt. He could split her in two it didn't matter. She had to be close to him.

Again he pulled out and left it out for way too long. When he went back in it was like a relief and she relaxed and looked out to the drop with an expired breath and groan.

Every sensation this rag doll could identify was being tormented with contrasts. She felt sweaty hot and freezing cold, she looked down with vertigo and hugged him in safety, she was outside, he was inside, he came in and then went out.

Angela gripped him tighter and tighter. He used the force to push into her harder and deeper, her muscles inside her softest part were contracting and gripping him. His large penis was now banging the wall down inside her, it hurt and felt so good she wanted more and more. He responded to her loud and emotive groans and punished her hard, grinding into her.

Angela lost control of her mind and then her voice and started making noises that only a Deity with a remarkable sense of passion and humour could create. It was an instrument that sounded both glorious and ridiculous and the knowledge that no human being could ever deliberately make such a crazy sound encouraged Scott to keep fucking her. He had to last. He had to continue this incredible circus sex.

She swung back her head, hitting the window. She ignored it, groaning in ecstasy that sounded like agony. He thrust again in rapid succession. His restraint was over. This was the final race to the line.

Angela was more than ready and when he ordered her firmly to "let go, fucking let go. It's time!!!" She obeyed him and released herself.

He felt her go and he followed. His sounds were short, sharp and earnest. Their passion harmonised her high pitch with his low grunts.

This perfect man then held Angela tight. On and on he held her, kissing her softly, thanking her while she thanked him.

They had done it right. They had done it just right.