Tempted (29 page)

8:06pm

Alexander Armstrong

Lovemaking takes two!

I hope you're exploring your treasures too.

Mom’s intuition must have sensed ‘sin’ because she picks this very moment to call.

8:06pm

Claire Nichole Eden

Hahahahha unlike you, I cannot handle myself and the keyboard at the same time.
 

S
o no

B
ut not to worry. i have been doing my fair share of multitasking and multiorgasming.... writing to you as my body rides wave after wave of involuntary deep core O's

I promise I
am in ecstasy

8:07pm

Alexander Armstrong

Does what I write really make you orgasm?

That turns ME on
ferociously!

8:07pm

Claire Nichole Eden

Y
ou need to ask?

T
hink back on the first message I
ever sent you

8:08pm

Alexander Armstrong

It just blows my mind. And totally
slays me. I AM thinking of it. Hot d
amn.

8:08pm

Claire Nichole Eden

I
t told how your 'morning wood' commentary made me cum...... and that was before getting to know you!

8:09pm

Alexander Armstrong

Fair enough. So where was I?

8:09pm

Claire Nichole Eden

I
nside me

8:09pm

Alexander Armstrong

Ah yes...
I was feeling you wrapped around me,

8:09pm

Claire Nichole Eden

W
ith urgency

Y
es

O
h yes

8:09pm

Alexander Armstrong

With urgency growing

I can see your chest heaving, and you can hear me breathing hard too, but I'm not through with you just yet, so I withdraw

8:10pm

Claire Nichole Eden

I
so want this

8:10pm

Alexander Armstrong

And

8:10pm

Claire Nichole Eden

A
nd?

And Mom calls again!
 
Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

8:10pm

Alexander Armstrong

I flip you over, so that you're standing, and bent over the table

I take a moment to get down on a knee, so I can taste you again, have your sweet nectar grace my tongue and lips.

Feel you squirm, and press your ass back against my face.

Feel your legs begin to tremble before I stand again, and slide back into your wet heat

8:12pm

Claire Nichole Eden

O
h my god!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

8:13pm

Alexander Armstrong

Now I begin again, slowly at first, and then with more force, as you begin to press back against me in perfect rhythm

8:13pm

Claire Nichole Eden

YES!

8:13pm

Alexander Armstrong

I take a handful of your hair, and tug firmly, to the side, so you can look back into my eyes

8:13pm

Claire Nichole Eden

G
asp

8:14pm

Alexander Armstrong

While our bodies begin to crash together with rabid intensity

8:14pm

Claire Nichole Eden

F
uck yes!

8:14pm

Alexander Armstrong

Swelling inside you...

Feeling you squeezing me

S
creaming

M
oaning

8:14pm

Claire Nichole Eden

H
ahahahah got that right!!!!!!!!!!

8:15pm

Alexander Armstrong

Y
es

!!@^@#!!!%@#%#@^@#%!!!##%!%%%!!!

8:15pm

Claire Nichole Eden

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

8:15pm

Alexander Armstrong

G
od

8:15pm

Claire Nichole Eden

Y
es?

H
ave you a mess?

8:16pm

Alexander Armstrong

Y
es

B
rb

She calls again!

8:16pm

Claire Nichole Eden

M
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Y
ou've made me very happy

A
nd my dear i must go

My mom keeps calling

… and calling

B
ut i stalled to umm, finish with you ;)

S
o much love to you

8:16pm

Alexander Armstrong

I’m b
ack

8:17pm

Claire Nichole Eden

and THANK YOU!!!!!!!!

8:17pm

Alexander Armstrong

God. Thank YOU! The things you do to me.

8:17pm

Claire Nichole Eden

N
ot yet *wink*

G
otta run

Mwah!

“Yes, Mom, I’m here,” I rasp into my phone.

Mom is fifteen minutes into a litany on my lack of talent as a gardener when Alex sends his last message of the night.

8:38pm

Alexander Armstrong

I want you to be n
aked and alone, on
the phone, with me.
I want to hear your suggestions, whimpers, commands, pleas, desires.
I want to meet ALL of them. I want to climax with you. Perfectly. Perfectly inasmuch as this small distance between us allows. You asked how we'll manage til
l
we can see each other face to face? I think we'll manage. How about you? And when we do meet face to face, just...watch out. You and I will make all sorts of lovely messes together. Sweet dreams, Cariña. Je t'adore. Mas que es possible para tu puedes a entender. Solomente dame tiempo. Y yo ponere las estrellas a sus pies. Hasta mañana.

I think I know what he wrote but want to be sure.
 
Yes.
 
In French:
he adores me.
 
And the Spanish roughly translates to:
 
more than you could ever understand.
 
Only give me time.
 
And I will put the stars at your feet.
 
Until tomorrow.

El sigh.

My mind is racing in a thousand directions as I lay down for the night.
 
I doubt I will sleep at all, but instead, I’m out like a light.
 

I awake, as I have done so often of late, with that feeling of being watched over.
 
Only this time I am unclear as to whether I feel Alex playing
the
protector, or David.
 
Either way, it feels lovely.

* * *

The next morning
,
I arise with the realization that I never put today’s show together.
 
A few months ago
,
this would have plunged me into a pit of self-loathing and despair.
 
Today
,
I merely shrug it off.
 
I choose instead to dedicate the show to Danielle and conduct a live, open-air forum where participants can talk about loved ones they have lost
,
or just anything at all.
 
It turns out to be one of the most powerful shows I’ve ever broadcast.
 
Food for thought.

One of the participants turns out to be bombshell Kelly Putnam, Alex’s ‘pie date’ of yore.
 
She tells about losing a kitten when she was in Kindergarten and how it scarred her for life.
 
She really is a sweet girl.
 
And I sincerely hope she finds the right guy for her, which, clearly, Alex is not.
 
A brainstorm hits
,
and I ask her to stay on after the show to chat for a moment.
 
Ken Warner, a sweet Facebook friend of Alex’s
,
reminds me an awful lot of Kelly, and for some reason
,
I envision the two of them getting on famously.
 
I do a bit of subtle cyber-matchmaking, encouraging Kelly to check out his posts and let the chips fall where they may.

Once the show is over
,
I forgo my usual celebratory relaxations and instead snap into action
,
making the place ready for David’s arrival.
 
I very rarely have overnight guests
,
and my spare bedroom has become little more than a dumping ground for all the things I want to ditch quickly when my mom is coming over.
 
She’s been visiting so much that the room now looks like a war zone.
 
The menagerie pitches in, with Daphne slowly pointing out things that need to be put elsewhere.
 
Jasper does nothing but look on reproachfully and let me know if he thinks I’m ‘doing it wrong.’
 
And Persephone is busier than us all, retrieving everything I’ve just put away as well as prese
nting new items she’s found who-knows-
where.

I do the five loads of laundry that have been piling up and am very relieved not to have deposited any of my pets into the washer or dryer this time.
 
But
,
I am getting a bit annoyed that I have somehow managed to misplace a
nother thong as well as a bra,
bikini, tank top and favorite skirt.
 
“Guys’ll do that to you,” I inform Daphne.
 
In David’s room, I
fruitlessly
rummage through my pile of worn clothes in search of the missing items.

Alex is also very busy at the moment.
 
His children are visiting for the weekend and he has all sorts of cleaning to do.
 
The housework goes by quickly for us both
,
as we spend most of the day on speakerphone with one another, engaging in small talk and getting to know one another in sweet and innocent ways.
 
I am delighted to find he is very fun and has a wonderful giggle.

Every now and then
,
I hear a buzz indicating a text is coming through, but I pay no attention
,
since I am on the phone with the only person I want a text from.
 
When Alex puts the phone down to vacuum
, I sneak a peek
and am thrilled to find out that the text is actually from him:

ALEX:
 
The two of us naked, in bed. Both of us sitting upright. You straddled across my lap with your legs around me. My muscular arms wrapped tightly around your upper and lower back, squeezing you tightly against me. Your hair tickling my face. My face, pressed into your bosom, with my ear against your chest, listening to you breathe and the pounding of your heart. Your hands and nails grasping and clutching my back, pulling me into you. Our bodies perfectly together, so that any space between us melts completely, and every inch of our flesh is connected and intertwined, together, one.