Tempted (33 page)

Our bodies, crashing together in the hot water, splashing, utterly abandoned.

I feel you tighten
again, pulling me inside as our rhythm grows faster, more
urgent
.

And ey
eing our union, hearing your sounds, your breathy gasps and moans has me ready to explode
all over
again.

I thrust into you deeply and furiously.

Again and again and again.

Until I
release in
you again, thrusting until you're quivering in my hands, convulsing around my cock.

Draining me of every last drop.

Almost.

Now
get on your knees.

Take me in your mouth.

Suck me wet and clean while I take your breasts in my hands and toy with your erect nipples.

As
the hot steamy water washes over us both.

Thank you
, Cariña. You DO make me wild. Hope David’s tryout is going well and that you are not melting the ice in the arena while reading this ;)

David.
 
I’ve forgotten all about David!
 
I immediately turn my gaze to the ice and see I’ve not missed a thing.
 
The coach is still blathering away, now punctuating his speech with grand hand gestures.
 
Clearly the try-outers are getting antsy.
 
Back again to Alex’s message.

I hope I’ve given you here something of what you were craving. Can't wait to talk to you again when you can. I absolutely ADORE your voice, your breathiness and sighs and laughter. And you do make it hard for me to breathe. You undo me. And I fucking LOVE that. And I love you! Ttys.

I am speechless, so
rapt by this man, s
o utterly mesmerized by him.

7:32pm

Claire Nichole Eden

I
have no words

T
o think you would take the time to do that for me

H
ow selfless you are

H
ow attentive you are

H
ow wicked hot you are!!!!!!!!!!!

Y
ou are the ultimate in manhood

E
verything about you

Y
ou are a gentle giant

S
o powerful
,
yet with such a light touch

7:34pm

Alexander Armstrong

Claire, let me be clear. I'm in love with you. And so I beg of you, please, ALWAYS ask me for more, for anything, for everything. Your gifts of yourself, to me, your voice, your thoughts, your emotions, your passions and your requests, make me the wealthiest man alive.
St. Augustine used to pray,
“
Give what You command, and command what you will.
”
YOU give me these words I lavish you so happily with. If you knew how every inch of me smiles when I write to you; or how glad my heart is to be graced by your presence, you would understand that your request wa
s the exact opposite of selfish. I
t was inspiration. You're my m
use, Cariña. If honey drips from my pen, or fingers, or mouth it's ONLY because they've known YOU. Ask me for the countless stars. And if I can't lay them at your feet, I'll bring you to them, one by one. So please, please, never feel badly for asking me anything at all. I have no fonder wish than to elevate us together to such heavenly heights of blissful love that Byron and Keats and Shakespeare would beg to be reincarnated
,
so they could burn their works in shame, knowing they never had a hint of what true love meant, after witnessing us.

I am
overcome
.

7:37pm

Claire Nichole Eden

Please come to me.....

P
lease call me to you

P
lease never let me go

Where that last bit came from, I have no idea.
 
But once a Facebook message has been sent, ouch, there’s no denying you wrote it.

7:39pm

Alexander Armstrong

Cariña, I've got you. I have NO intention of letting you go.

And I have rope, just in case you want
me
to.

I close my phone, and look back to the ice, smiling.

My glance catches David’s attention and he looks at me and smiles
,
too.
 
Just then
,
a puck comes out of nowhere and clocks David on the side of the head.
 
I see him fall in slow-mo and hear someone yelling, “Player down.
 
We have a player down.
 
Clear the ice.
 
There’s blood.”

So endeth the pro hockey career of David Rossellini.

David is out of commission, resting at home, and I am playing nursemaid.
 
He’s very low maintenance
,
and since he’s sleeping most of the time, the place is really quiet.
 
It gives me the opportunity to do some concerted thinking.
 
I am somewhat disgusted with myself for sending such mixed messages to
Alex.
 
“P
lease come to me. 
Please call me to you.
 
Please never let me go.”  “Don’t fall in love with me.” 
“I don’t want sex outside of marriage
...
but I don’t foresee getting married
...
but I really want you
.” 
“Mmmm, tell me more.
 
More!”

Sheesh, pathetic – a
nd unfair, in my estimation.
 
Alex, meanwhile, has no problem with my flip-floppiness.
 
In fact, he seems to be getting a kick out of it.
 
With David around all the time, my p
hone conversations with Alex have been
generic and uneventful.
 
He asks to hear all about David’s tryouts and I am thrilled and proud to share that the coaches said David did incredibly well
–
that is, till he got walloped.
 
Ah well, he’ll have to remain a hot, successful entrepreneur instead of a toothless, ice-skating thug.
 
Poor dear.

Because of our lack of telephone privacy, Alex has taken to ambushing me with salacious writings as often as possible.
 
The more I protest, the more he writes
,
and the more wildly he writes.
 
There’s no winning this one.

* * *

With all that’s been going on
,
I completely forget about Mom.
 
Literally.
 
I
neglected
to pick her up for dinner the night of David’s fifteen minutes
of hockey fame –
a
fact that she will
never
let me forget.

I have to tell her about David.
 
The news of his extended stay goes over like a lead zeppelin.
 
At first, she refuses to come to my house ‘while that man is there.’
 
Then, she changes her tune and decides she needs to meet and vet him.
 
Things go exactly as I expected.
 
Bottom line is women can’t resist David’s
considerable
charms and my mom is still biologically a woman.
 
So, it took all of maybe three minutes for David to win Mom over.
 
She now giggles and coos and trumps up excuses to have to come visit, treating me like an indentured servant while she’s here
,
and batting her eyelashes at David.
 
She even dresses up now when she comes over.
 
I called her on it once and she claimed she simply hadn’t had time to change after some fancy outing.
 
Uh huh, I know you, Mom.
 
And I’m not buyin’ it.

Despite my m
om’s fascination with David, I’
m still expected to be at her beckon call.
 
Basically, I am to stay in the room should they require anything, and speak only when spoken to.
 
Alex is privy to this and delights in the idea of making me
wriggle
in front of the two of them.
 
Mom
has
decided that she needs to visit
at the crack of dawn today
–
something about planting flowers before the sun is directly overhead or the moon is in the seventh house or Jupiter aligns with Mars.
 
Whatever she said made little sense, and was merely a thinly veiled ploy to stop by so David can make the breakfast he offered a few days ago.
 
During Mom’s visit this morning, Alex sees fit to send me a little something special for the occasion.

9:04am

Alexander Armstrong

I often remember dreams in vivid detail, but never has my memory been as exact as when I dreamt of you last night, Claire. I dreamt of us, together on a midnight walk in the forest. We strolled in the night along paths familiar to me, until we came to my favorite resting place. It’s little more than a pool of soft, overgrown grass beneath the outstretched limbs of proud, ancient oaks where Nature conspired to let sunshine rain through the canopy. Last night, we rested there together, in a puddle of moonlight bright enough to cast defined shadows in the silver-lit glade. I was stretched out on my back while you rested your head
on my chest, one leg draped
across my hips, one hand tracing nails, exploring the cords of my body. Alternately we kissed, smiled into one another’s eyes, gazed silently at the crystal night heavens and laughed out of simple joy.

You leaned over me and placed your palm on my cheek, closed your eyes and softly pressed your lips to mine, the beginning of what turned out to be an orgasmically sensual kiss. As our tongues tasted and teased, my hand found the buttons on the front of your sundress and released your breasts, your belly, your loins. My hand discovered
,
and impatiently tore
,
your thong aside as you gasped into my open mouth, surprised and wildly excited. I
explored
your inebriating wetness
with my
longing
fingertips, gently
massaging
your clit between the base of my fingers. My other hand
grasped
your breast firmly,
giv
ing
in
to the temptation to pinch
your
ripe nipple hard
; and as we kissed, devouring one another’s hungry mouths, I tasted
your tongue
as you
climax
ed, felt your tongue tense and bend as your arms clutched and your torso convulsed on me.

Without saying a word or looking my way, Mom holds up her coffee cup indicating she wants more.
 
Silently
,
I hop up and refill it, willing my cheeks to unblush should she deign to glance my way.

Our kiss morphed into a deep, intimate, slow reading of mouths. Your hands undressed me as we silently sang our desires with lips, legs, hands and the hot pressure of flesh on naked flesh. Our bodies summoned friction, exploring, craving and relishing every sensually-charged point of contact our heated skin danced into existence. Your hand found my unyielding erection, formidable and eager for your insistent caress, which seemed to draw me closer and closer to your nectar-drenched loins. You shifted your hips, slid upward on me and
taunt
ed your engorged clit with the head of my cock
, teasing the entrance to your y
oni with my manhood and soaking me with your generous lust. And
all the while, our mouths revel
ed in a continuous, eternally slow, erotically delicious kiss.

As you positioned yourself to wrap me fully, to impale yourself with abandon on me, in one sudden and strong motion, I sat upright, lifted you and laid you on your back, taking a commanding position between your knees. Spread before me, glistening in the moonlight, with your bosom drawing deep quick breaths and your eyes pleading, “Take me,” I wrapped my arms beneath your knees, lifting your succulent
femininity
closer to my mouth. And then I began kissing yo
u a second time, on a second pair
of hungry
, sugared
lips. I tasted, licked, sucked and devoured you while your orgasming body struggled to writhe, pinned by the unshakable
hold
of my hands behind your knees. I probed you, fucked you with my tongue until I felt you gush and clench and clench; and heard you mouth in a breathy sigh, “Please.”