Chosen Heart (27 page)

I blush, “Well, I feel like I’m
not bringing anything to the table.  You’re making dinner.  How am I
to repay you?”  I bite my lip as I tease him, trying to break his
concentration.

“Oh, I can think of a few ways
you can repay me.”  He’s easily distracted as his mind is always focused
on one thing.  I grin and shake my head.

“So, who taught you to cook
anyways?  Some ex-girlfriend of yours?”   Of course I’m curious
to know any little detail about him, but really hope this skill was self taught
rather than acquired from a woman he’s been intimate with.  Irritated with
myself for asking, I’m not sure where this obsessive need to compete with the
unknown came from, but it’s kind of annoying.

“My grandmother.”  Still
chopping he glances up checking for my reaction.  I smile, reassuring him
that I think it’s adorable that he’s learned so much from her.  And,
relieved my inner turmoil has been put to bay.  I’m starting to have a
deeper understanding of the profound affect she’s had on him.  I like
imagining Alex as a boy with his unruly hair, standing in the kitchen with his
grandmother, using a step stool, chopping vegetables and learning how to
scramble his first egg.

Alex divvies out the food on two
elegant, square white plates and carries them around, placing them on the
counter as he sits next to me.  Grabbing his fork, Alex readies a small
bite and brings it up to my mouth, urging me to try.  My eyes flutter as I
savor each morsel and moan with appreciation.  “Oh my God, Alex…”  As
my eyes open, Alex’s face is frozen with a look of shock.  “What?” 
My face flushes.

Leaning over he whispers, “Keep
making noises like that and you’ll continue to go hungry.”  His hand
traveling up my thigh as he places a sweet kiss against the nape of my neck
which brings my other cravings to the forefront of my mind.  Alex must see
the desirous look in my eyes, kissing my lips he adds, “Now eat up. 
You’re going to need your stamina.” 

Diving in, I can see many more
meals in our future.  Although simple, the chicken stir fry is addicting
and I can’t get enough.  He’s talented in so many ways.  Practically
licking my plate clean, I’m done in record time with Alex finishing shortly
after me.  He eyes my plate before clearing them, placing them in the dish
washer. 

“Thank you for dinner, Alex,” I
say adoringly, resting my head in my hands. 

“You’re welcome.” 
Sauntering over, he stalks me like I’m his prey; his gaze intense, lips perking
up in a slight smirk.  Swiveling the seat to face him as he approaches,
Alex places his hands on my knees, guiding my legs apart.  Placing a soft
kiss on my lips, he wraps his arms around me.  “I like having you
here.”  Nuzzling into my neck, Alex breaths me in and holds me. 

“I like being here.  I’d be
happy anywhere as long as I’m with you.”  Wrapping my arms around his
neck, we remain entwined with one another, enjoying the moment.  “You
asked me earlier if I was craving anything...” Looking up biting my lip, a
devilish smile spreads across his face as he registers what I’m asking for.

“You can’t say it, can
you?”  Rubbing his fingers over my lips gently, I pout, kissing the pads
of his fingers.  “Tell me Elyssa, what are you craving?”

Looking towards the ceiling I
exaggerate being deep in thought, raising my finger to my lip.  “Well he’s
about six foot two, eyes as blue as the heavens he fell from, with a body that
makes me forget my name.”  He chuckles as he brings me in closer, nuzzling
into my neck.  As I wrap my arms around him, Alex lifts me and carries me
down the hall.  Pushing the door open with his foot, he carries me over
the threshold, into his bedroom. 

Placing me on the edge of his
bed, Alex goes back to lock the door.  Lying against the black silk of his
comforter I stretch my body, running my fingers over the smooth material. 
I can feel Alex’s eyes on me as I prop myself up on my elbows, taking him in as
he saunters back towards me.  Giving me a show, he starts to unbutton his
shirt, his fingers moving too slow for my liking. Abs flexing, he drops his
shirt to the floor the moment he reaches the edge of the bed.  With a
devilish grin, he grabs my thighs, pulling me towards him.  I giggle as my
body slides across the top of his bed with ease.

Pulling me into a sitting
position, he grabs the hem of my shirt, lifting the material above my head,
discarding it to the floor.  His fire blue eyes examine my body, raking
over my face, my breasts, my navel, right down to my toes.  Reaching down,
he caresses my breasts through the silky material of my bra, pausing to lean
down and kiss me feverishly before pushing me back towards the bed. 
Climbing on top, he blankets my body with soft kisses starting at my navel,
working his way up towards my breasts, stopping to tease my nipples.  His
tongue feels like silk, slowly licking and teasing each inch of me. 
I
want him!  I want to feel every inch of him.

Continuing his torturous pace, he
places delicate kisses on my clavicle and grazes my jaw lightly with his
lips.  “Do you want me, Elyssa?” he whispers in my ear; the words speaking
directly to the ache between my thighs.  I nod, words fail me.

“I need you to say it.”  His
voice is calm as his hands continue to explore my body.  “Say it…say you
want me.”  His eyes meeting mine for a moment before he continues to run
his tongue against the nape of my neck.

“You know I do Alex…” I
practically moan the words.

“That’s not good enough.” 
Sitting up, Alex kneels between my legs, no longer touching or kissing
me.  “You’re gonna have to tell me what you want.”

With a pout I once again prop
myself up on my elbows.  “That’s not fair.” 
Time to take matters
into my own hands.
  Reaching forward, I run my fingers over the zipper
of his pants, rubbing against his growing erection.  Grabbing my wrist,
Alex stops me before I’m able to unbuckle his belt.  “Alex, please….I need
you.”  I blush at thought of having to shout off sexual orders to
him.  He has to know how much I want him and only him. 

With my words Alex reaches down
to unbutton his fly and discards his pants and boxer briefs in one swift
movement.  Kneeling between my legs, I take in his image.  My breath
hitches.  He’s exposed and although we’ve been intimate before, this is
the first time I’ve seen him completely naked.  My eyes travel from his
chest, past his abs, to his very prominent sex lines.

My eyes linger on his fully erect
member.  The words escape my mouth before I can even comprehend what I’m
saying.  “I want you….so much, Alex.  Please…” I beg, before biting
my lips, squeezing my legs together to suppress the urge to satisfy my own
aching need

I sit up reaching as I greedily
wrap both of my hands around his shaft.  His eyes close as I slowly start
to massage him.  Shortly after, his hips begin to move in unison with my
hands.  “Fuck, Elyssa…” a growl escapes his lips before he pushes me back
down to the mattress, breaking my grip.  Reaching down, he rips off my
pants, along with my panties, discarding them to the side of the bed. 
Lifting me, Alex reaches behind, unclasping my bra to expose my swollen
breasts.  “You are so perfect…”

Reaching between my legs, I
position him for entry.  With one thrust, Alex is inside me; where he
belongs.  Continuing his slow and steady movement, he penetrates me over
and over again, as his tongue tortures each nipple.  With my hands
gripping his tousled hair, I moan with pleasure.  

“Harder…please,” I breathe,
feeling his smile as his tongue continues to explore my body. 

The pounding quickens at my
request, feeling him push against me harder and harder.  Lifting my left
leg, Alex places it on his shoulder as he pushes deeper into me. 
Oh my
God!
  The pressure builds inside as I open my eyes to look into his,
wanting to see and feel his passion.

“Don’t stop,” I yell out, as I
reach up holding onto the comforter for dear life.   

“Elyssa…” Alex screams as we both
climax together.  His grinding slowly comes to a halt as he lowers my leg,
not letting go of our connection.  I wince as he pulls out of me and rolls
over onto his back, both of our breathing erratic as we bask in post-coital
bliss.  I’ve never been able to climax the way I have with Alex.  He
appears to be my exception.  Sex with him is other worldly; I’m officially
addicted.  I continue to lie still as small aftershocks continue to riddle
my body.

Turning on his side, Alex props
himself playfully onto his elbow, resting his hand on my belly.  “Are you
ok?”

Fully satisfied, my eyes remain
closed as he gently caresses my skin.  “I’m more than okay.”  His
hand continues to lazily graze over my navel as we lay side by side, not saying
a word.  It’s such a comfortable feeling, knowing we’re blissfully
sated.  I don’t think anyone or anything could bring me down from this
high.

“Can I ask you something?” 
Okay,
he’s stealing my lines now?  This can’t be good.

“Of course, anything.” 
Although there are things in my past I don’t want to talk about, with Alex I’m
an open book and he’s free to peruse. 

“When was the last time you slept
with Cole?”  I guess I was wrong about nothing being able to bring me down
from my high.  Why, why, why does he have to bring up Cole? 
Especially after the past few hours?

I open my eyes in shock, glancing
in his direction.  “You really want to have this conversation now?” 

“Yes, I need to know.  The
things he was saying at your doorstep…I just…I need to know.”

I turn on my side to face
him.  “Alex, it’s been years.”  Playfully poking him in the nose, I
try to lighten the mood.  I can’t imagine Alex feeling self conscious or
ever feeling that Cole is anything close to competition.  “But, if you
must know, being with Cole was nothing like this.”

He contemplates what I’ve said,
letting the reality set in.  “I just need to know that you prefer me over
him.”

“I’d prefer you over
anyone.”  I reach over to caress his face and place an indulgent kiss on
his chest. 

He wraps his arm around me
pulling me closer, exhaling with relief.  “Being with you makes me forget
everything and I guess that’s what scares me.  I forget about all the
bullshit at work, I forget who we are outside of these four walls.  My
priorities have shifted and now, you are becoming one of them.” 
I’m
his own personal Red Rock
. 

“We’ll figure it out…”

“I can’t lose you.  Not
now…”

“I’m here.”  I nuzzle into
his chest as exhaustion takes over, bringing slumber to the both of us.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

It’s hard to tell if I’m still
dreaming as I wake next to the man I’m close to falling in love with. 
He’s stretched out on his stomach, his arm slung over my breasts, his breath
blowing lightly on the nape of my neck.  My body aches and I desperately
need to stretch, but I don’t want to wake him.  Instead, I lay and stare
at him, breathing in this beautiful disaster of a man that is now officially
mine.  His disheveled hair is the only remnants from our night together;
he looks flawless.  His full lips are in a perfect pout, ready for a
morning kiss.  I can’t resist and lean over and brush my lips against
his. 

Stirring, he turns on his back
and pulls me into a closer embrace, but remains sound asleep.  With my
head resting against his rising and falling chest, I’m finally able to take in
his room.  The room is, of course, neat and organized, but there is an
unexpected serenity.  The vibrant purple and red paintings that frame his
walls contrast nicely with the different shades of white, grey, and black
furnishings.  Towards the far end of the room sits a modern white couch
and a matching chair which faces four large windows, allowing a spectacular view
of the mountains. 

Returning my focus back to Alex’s
naked body, I fully imagine waking up like this every day.  I can
practically learn anatomy just from looking at the lines of his chest,
shoulders, and his lat muscles.  It’s definitely beneficial to fall asleep
next to him after sex.  My hungry eyes travel from his beautiful face,
down his muscular physique, stopping as I focus on my hands lying over his
heart. 
My heart.

All this lingering has awaken my
desire and I can’t resist testing if Alex is a morning person.  My hand
travels down his body to his happy trail, softly tracing his sex lines, holding
back the temptation to explore his nether regions with my mouth. 
Responding to my touch, Alex stirs rubbing his growing erection against my hip. 
Looking up, I realize he’s awake, a smile spreading across his beautiful
lips.  I lean up and kiss his dimples, blushing at getting caught.

“Morning, my Hart.” 
I
love it when he calls me that.  He makes me feel cherished.
 
“What trouble are you getting yourself into?” he says coyly as he rubs his
eyes.

“Exploring a little bit,” I smile
innocently at him.

”Did you find anything of
interest?” he says, playfully rubbing his hips against me.

“I found a small…little…something…of
possible interest,” I tease, batting my eyes.

“Little?”  Pouting,
pretending to have a wounded ego, he glances down at his full erection. 
“You’ve cut me to the core, Ms. Hart!”