Lust (25 page)

My emotions must have been obvious, because Alexander
placed the food he was holding down on the counter. He
came to me, placing his hands on my face, forcing me to
look into his eyes. “Cooking. It’s just cooking. We are not
exchanging wedding vows here; we are eating food to gain
some energy so that I can take you later and fuck you over
and over and over again.” He stared at me, wanting to be sure
that I was OK.

I again took his words for truth and eased him. “Later? How
much later are we talking?” I joked, releasing the tension in the
moment, sliding myself closer to him, giving playful eyes.

“Soon, delicious Evangeline, soon. But for now, let’s eat,”

he said, trying to move past me.

I moved with him, undoing one of the buttons on my/his
shirt, trying to coerce him to touch me. “I’m famished, but the
food would be so much more appealing if I could eat it off of
you.” Then imagining the food we were preparing all full of
grease, I decided against it. “OK, scratch that. Bacon and eggs
are a bit nasty. Damn it, couldn’t we have chosen to eat some
fruit instead? OK, let’s get cookin’.”

Laughing, I worked my way toward the stove, Alexander
followed, and we started cooking—together.

We asked silly, unimportant questions as we cooked—you
know, the things people ask each other before they screw each
other’s brains out: what’s your favorite color, what books do you
enjoy, and the like. But it was nice and very comfortable.

Once ready, we sat adjacent to each other at the island and
started eating, or at least he did. I, on the other hand, devoured
my food.

“Don’t look at me like that; I eat. Is that so wrong?” I asked
sharply.

Alexander shook his head, amused with me. “I didn’t say
it was wrong. It’s actually refreshing to see a woman eat that
much. I’m just glad I saw the sexy side of you first,” he said,
laughing.

Punching his arm, I stuffed a fork full of waffle in my
mouth to spite him and smiled with cheeks bulging.

“That is so sexy,” he added.

We cleaned up the island but left the dishes in the sink. We
were not only tired, but now we were also stuffed and needed to
rest a bit. Alexander led me to the couch nearest the windows.

When he sat, he pulled me onto the side of him so we lay chest
to chest staring at the grandeur of the sky in front of us.

Alexander moved slightly as he spoke, looking directly at
me now. “Hey, I have an idea. Let’s go to the Botanical Gardens.

It’s beautiful out, and some fresh air would be nice.”

I wasn’t sure how I felt about the gardens, but getting out a
bit did seem like a good idea. “OK, but I can’t go out like this,
and I can’t wear my dress…again. All I have are my clothes
from last night. It’s all right. Maybe some other time.”

“Said she, before her last day on earth.” Alexander wasn’t
joking; he spoke with depth and certainty in his voice.

But it bothered me. His words rang all too true. “What
is that supposed to mean? Are you planning on killing me or
something? Look I just—”

Pausing my angry words, he wrapped himself around me
and kissed my lips to silence them. “All I meant was that it is a
beautiful day and we shouldn’t waste it. We are in the middle
of Manhattan. Surely we can buy something for you to wear.

That’s all; now get that look off your face and stop always being
mad at me.” He giggled now, less serious, and I let my own
seriousness drop as well.

“That sounds fine. You know what? I would really like to
shower. Would you mind?” I asked, dying to shower and make
myself pretty—for him. Yes, I wanted to make myself pretty
for him. At a loss for thoughts or words, I felt myself wanting
to do just that, with no explanations in hand.

Alexander smoothed my face with his thumb, watching the
lines of my face. “No. I won’t mind if you lather yourself up.

I’m going to go get Brant to let him know our plans.”

Kissing him passionately, I slid myself out of his hold and
off of the couch and tiptoed upstairs to go shower.

Before I reached the top, Alexander added, “Use my bath.

It’s more accommodating.” Winking at me, he turned and
went down the hall.

Accommodating? I thought, but went on ahead down the hall
and to the double doors of his suite.

I walked in and noticed that his bedroom was enormous and
in the center stood a beautiful wooden four-post bed. The rest of
the room was simple, almost empty. On the left were two sets
of double doors. The one on the right lead to the closet, which I
had seen him open last night. So I opened the one next to it, and
I entered the master bath. It was extravagant, spacious, as was
mine, but this one was double its size. The most amazing part
of this master bath was the one wall at the far end, which was
one large window, again looking over Central Park. Beneath it
was a Jacuzzi tub that could probably fit six people. There was
much to admire and stare at, but I wanted to move, not to take
my time but to hurry and prep myself for Alexander.

The shower was large. There were showerheads on both
sides of the walls and at least a dozen body sprays. I turned on
the hot water and, while standing at the door, removed the dress
shirt and got in to clean off. The water was hot, very hot. It felt
good on my skin that was covered by chills with the resonating
thoughts that I was in Alexander’s shower, in his master bath.

My thoughts were interrupted by the dimming lights. As
I looked up, my first thought was power failure, but from the
corner of my eye I caught a figure. Alexander was standing by
the vanity, watching me through the glass and responsible for
the light show.

“I thought you might need some help cleaning the hard to
reach spots. May I join you?” The sensual voice Alexander had
used last night had returned, and with the lights lowered and
my body lathered, I was ever so eager to follow where he was
going with this.

“No, I wouldn’t mind that at all. It may be a bit cramped
in here, but we can make do.” Sarcastic as ever, I willed him to
come to me. I moved closer to the glass door and opened it for
him—just in case he had any doubts—and displayed my body,
wet and soapy. Pulling his boxer briefs down, he stepped out of
them and walked toward the shower.

It should have been awkward, it being our first time truly
seeing each other naked in the light, but it wasn’t. It felt like
we had done so a million times.

He stepped into the hot water and turned on the second
showerhead so that the water covered both our bodies fully.

“You have a beautiful home. It’s enormous. I’d take the
kitchen, and master suite, and bath, and I would give the rest
away.”

Alexander’s lips half smiled, either feeling embarrassed or
humbled by his grand belongings. “Why those rooms? You
don’t want to keep the veranda? It proved useful last night.”

He didn’t laugh but added it as enticement as he moved closer.

“Yes, yes, it did, but those rooms are my favorite. They are
the rooms that are the homiest, you know?” Realizing I didn’t
know what his “home” or “family” situation was and recalling
his comment about the orphanage, I had to follow up with a
change of topic. “When I bought my house a few years back,
I made every room nice. But my full concentration went to
my kitchen and my master bedroom, which is only a quarter
of yours but large for me. And my walk-in closet and master
bath—they are really the only rooms I use.”

Alexander nodded. “Well, maybe your housekeeper enjoys
the rest of the house then.”

“Housekeeper? I don’t have a housekeeper; it’s a large house
but not large enough that I can’t manage to clean it myself.

Honestly I don’t know what I would do with too big of a house.

I’d have to clean day in and day out, every hour on the hour.”

At this point we were just standing under the water, close
to each other, but really it was a conversation we could have had
on the couch earlier.

“Well, wouldn’t you get help then? I mean, with work and
friends and whatever, how do you have the time?” Alexander
was truly interested; I guess the women he had met never
chipped a nail cleaning out their oven.

Answering him, I explained, “No, I would be cleaning after
the cleaning lady. I like to clean my home to make it smell
and look the way I like; I always have. And, my mother always
taught me that if a house is too big for you to clean, then it may
be too big for you to live in.”

I giggled but Alexander just stared down at the water falling
into his hands. The thought of me and him living there,
considering we were in the shower and having this discussion,
was unavoidable, but I prayed that he would not approach it.

And he didn’t. Instead he focused on our naked bodies in
the shower; he grabbed the body wash and turned to face me.

As I held my hands out, he firmly said, “Turn. I’m going to
wash you.” This time I didn’t mind his command, and I obeyed
without contention.

He lathered the soap in his hands and began rubbing my
shoulders with it, over my neck, down my spine and onto my ass.

His hands were soft, but the largeness of them made them rugged.

He motioned around me and lathered the front of me, looking
at every spot his hands touched, adding extra suds to my
breasts and my nipples as he tugged at them, making them
hard and pointed. He massaged my body with care all the way
down to my feet and then stood and grabbed my waist and
pulled me into him, landing my lips directly onto his.

Alexander lifted me with ease, wrapping my legs around
him and bracing me up against the shower wall.

“Don’t move,” he said, breathing rapidly as he reached one
hand under me and…

“Ah, what is that?” Water was shooting up from under me
with strong force and hitting my sex directly.

“The water jet. It won’t bite; that doesn’t go for me, though.

I can’t be too sure.” With no second to speak, he forced his
tongue into my mouth at the exact time he thrust his erection
into my sex.

With the water jets pulsating and his cock penetrating me,
this would almost definitely end quickly.

“Oh, God, that feels amazing.” As my body rose and sank
against the wall, I fell into his shaft hard every time. His mouth
was all over my neck and chest as he pressed into me with precise
movement.

“Does it? Good. I want to try everything with you,
Evangeline, and I mean everything. I want to try every position,
every toy, and every everything. My cock fits your pussy
perfectly; it was made for me!” With pure eroticism, he pushed
his solid cock into me harder now, making sure I knew that his
words were prompted by true desire and that he wasn’t asking,
he was telling me—just like I had told him last night.

It was hot, erotic. It was hunger and I loved it.

“Harder, Alexander, harder. I want you to—”

Alexander slammed his mouth into me, shutting me up, and
when he released, I was quiet. “Shut up. Do you always have to do
the talking? Or do I have to continuously stuff something in your
mouth to quiet you,” he growled.

Alexander’s tone and stare were aroused, and I loved instigating
him. “Hmm, I could give you some inclination as to
what you could stuff in my mouth.”

Alexander paused, a little surprised, and then leaned in and
kissed me more passionately now as he continued the motion
with his hips. “I want you to orgasm first before I finish or I
won’t let you down; I will stand here all day.” Smiling, he looked
devilish, but I couldn’t understand how he was going to—
Wooooow!