Chosen Heart (40 page)

A feeling of empowerment rushes
over me as I gape at myself in the mirror.  The vixen like image staring
back exudes sexual confidence; everything the love of a man should make you
feel.  The airy material sways with my body as I twirl around taking in
the full effect. 
I’m ready.
  With a deep breath, I turn the
knob to go find my release.

“Ohhhh Alllex!”  My voice
echoes through the now empty space.  I scan the room, but he’s nowhere to
be seen.  This is the first time I’m really noticing his suite; it’s much
larger than mine.  The egg white furniture contrasts quite nicely with the
dark tan carpet and Alex’s view is even more spectacular than mine.  The
dancing lights along the coast illuminate the darkness, giving depth to the
ocean just outside. 
What are you doing?  You can admire the view
later!

On my continued search for Alex,
I pass the coffee table.  Where before it was empty, there is now a single
glass of champagne sitting on top of a napkin.  A note can be seen below
the stem; it reads,
DRINK ME.
 
Ah, a little game, is it?
 
Clever Alex, real clever.
  I pick up the flute, taking a sip. 
The bubbles tickle my throat as I smile in appreciation; he’s really thought of
everything. 
I wonder what’s next.

A glint of silver catches my
attention, shining under the glowing lights in the dining area.  With my
glass in hand, I walk towards the exquisite dark mahogany table.  Gliding
my finger across the smooth surface, I reach the silver serving dish displaying
eight chocolate covered strawberries.  I can’t help but remember my
birthday and the days that led up to this moment, when Alex was nothing but a
fantasy.

There’s no surprise when I find
another note next to the strawberries; it reads,
EAT ME.
  I take a
small bite.  The mixture of the chocolate, strawberries, and champagne is
sensual; I close my eyes and relish the sensation.  Opening my eyes, I
notice the bedroom door is slightly ajar.  Placing the glass on the table,
I push the door open and peek around the corner. 

My mouth drops open in
shock.  I practically have to lift my chin from the floor as I regain my
composure.  Lying across the bed, still in his jeans, Alex is naked from
the waste up.  His bare feet and naked skin remind me of the ache I feel
for him.  The next note leaves me quivering.  On his perfectly naked
chest, I read
LOVE ME
written in chocolate with a heart made of whipped
cream. 
Oh, if he only knew the depth of emotion I feel for him. 
It would scare him, almost as much as it scares me.
 

Like a panther stalking its prey,
I move towards the bed.  In one swift move I pounce; climbing on top,
straddling him.  His perfectly decorated torso is too good to pass
up.  My tongue explores his smooth chest, lapping the chocolate as I move
along tantalizingly slow from one nipple to the other.  The chocolate
tastes better off of him than it ever did on the strawberry.  Then again,
my man is sweeter than any berry imaginable.

Alex moans in appreciation,
closing his eyes.  I lick the last of the chocolate off his clavicle,
savoring every last drop.  “Did you like your surprise?”  The grumble
from his chest vibrates against my lips, making me ache all over. 

I’m radiating happiness and it’s
completely evident in my wide smile.  “Like is not the right word.” 
Sitting up, I reach down to caress his cheek with the palm of my hand.  “I
love my surprise.  It’s perfect…just like you.” 

A sad thought enters my mind, one
that I wish I could shake off immediately.  He’s looked past the anger,
the pain, and is willing to begin again.  “I can’t believe after
everything that’s happened…” 

“Shhhh,” Alex brings his finger
to my lips, stopping me.  “No more talking.  Right now, all I want is
you.”  His hand brushes against my aching sex, causing me to flush with
desire.

“Alex...”  A moan escapes my
lips.  The smallest movement sends shocks of pleasure all over my
body.  Caressing my cheek with the back of his hand, he lovingly rubs his
thumb against my lower lip.  Taking his thumb into my mouth, I suck,
teasing as his eyes widen.  I can feel his reaction stirring below me.

His eyes consume me as his hand
brushes against my shoulder, removing the strap.  “Do you like your
gift?”  His hands continues, brushing against the satin material, until
I’m able to respond.

“I love the way you see me. 
It makes me feel wanted.” 

“You are definitely wanted and
you look as perfect as I imagined you would.  But, you won’t be wearing
this long.” 

My eyes follow his path of sexual
exploration as his hand tease my nipples underneath the satin material.  I
whimper as he increases pressure, pinching and teasing between his thumb and
forefinger.  I want him inside me and it takes everything I have to savor
this moment, instead of ravaging his body.  Lowering myself, my lips reach
his.  His tongue continues to dance with mine, hands travelling up my back
to undo the clasp holding the baby-doll in place.  Removing the airy
material he stares in appreciation.  “Fuck,” he breathes.  “I never
want to be without you again.  Never again…promise me?!” he demands.

My finger traces an X across his
bare chest, over his heart, over my heart.  “Never again.”  In one
swift movement, Alex reaches behind, holding me against his chest and flips me
onto my back.  Moving strategically, he kneels over me, hands traveling up
my thigh, stopping as he reaches my apex.  Ready and wet, I tilt my pelvis
against his large muscular fingers hoping for some release. 

I can’t hide how my body yearns
for his touch.  “Please Alex, touch me.” 

“You want me, my Hart?”  His
fiery blue eyes burn into mine.

“Yes…always,” I moan. 
Reaching down, he brings both of my legs up and rests them on the tops of his
shoulders.  Hovering, he smiles down, brushing his fingers against my skin
from toe to thigh, leaving my body quivering in anticipation.  “Alex,
please?!”  I can’t take this anymore.  Inch by inch, he moves his way
down, gently placing kisses from my thigh, over my calf and then takes my
pinkie toe into his mouth.  The sucking sensation sends vibrations
directly to my groin. 

“Be patient.  I haven’t
touched you in days.  I’d like to enjoy you.”  Staring deep into my
eyes, his hands reach the band of my barely there panties.  Hooking the satin
material with his thumb he undresses me, bringing them downward, past my thighs
and toes.  In a playful manner he tosses it to the floor.  I giggle
as I flex my foot and place it against his defined chest. 

The ache from the day fades away
with each stroke as his large masculine hands begin to massage the arch of my
foot.  He’s gifted and attentive.  I never imagined having a lover
who was focused primarily on my needs and pleasure. 
Is it possible to
climax from reflexology?
  His touch is too much to bear and for a
moment I almost forget that I’m naked on display. 

“It’s not fair,” I point towards
his jeans. 

Alex continues to massage the
pads of my feet.  “What’s not?” 

“You’re still dressed.”

Alex stands, leaving me naked and
wanting on the bed.  Grabbing the bottle of syrup on the nightstand, he
explains, “I haven’t had my dessert yet.  I always order dessert.” 
My insides clench.  With bottle in hand, Alex squirts small droplets of
chocolate over my clavicle, nipples, and navel; painting a culinary roadmap for
his pleasure.  Pushing my legs apart, he hovers over me.  Tongue
lapping in the sweet, sticky candy that is melted all over my body.  He
moans in between my breasts, before offering to share his dessert.  Unable
to form any coherent words, I nod. 
He’s so playful.  Definitely
not boring, like…like…what’s his name…oh who cares…

Taking my right nipple into his
mouth, he sucks it bare before bringing his mouth to mine.  His soft lips
and silky tongue taste of sweet chocolate and Alex; a combination that would
sell millions, but one I would never share. 

I can no longer fight the urge to
rub myself against him.  I must have him now.  Whispering against his
lips, I plead, “Alex, no more waiting.  I’ll do anything; just don’t make
me wait any longer.  I want you.  Please...”  Wondering if this
pleasure torture will continue, I search his face, hoping he’ll finally give me
my release. 

Without a word, Alex removes his
pants and boxer briefs before deftly positioning himself for entry. 
Thrusting into me, my body relaxes and tenses at the same time.  His hips
continue slow, torturous movements as his hands travel up my body, cupping my
breasts. 

His lips speak against
mine.  “Is this what you wanted, Elyssa?” 

“Yes, Alex, like that.”  My
hands travel down his muscular back to his firm butt.  I grip his cheeks,
forcing his hips into the apex of my thighs.  I long for him to give me
sexual amnesia; I want to forget the past two days of turmoil. 
Make me
forget my name.

With intense emotion, Alex makes
love to me, attentively watching me as my body craves more.  “Elyssa,
you’re going to make me come,” he breathes raggedly, gripping my thighs as he
continues to thrust into me. 

“Not yet, Alex.  I need more
of you. 
Please
?!”

Sitting up, he balances on his
knees as he takes my hips into his hands.  His movements become desperate
as he grinds into me with such force, making my breasts bounce with each
thrust.  Harder and harder, he punishes me with each movement.  “Is
this what you want?” his voice is rough as he continues.

“Yes…fuck…please!” I scream as my
climax builds.  “Don’t stop.”  My orgasm reaches me, my body quivers,
unraveling with my release.  Alex continues to ravage me, moving even
faster.  My mind is a blur as more pleasure builds. 
Fuck, again?
 I don’t think I can come again.
  “Alex,” I moan his name, not
knowing which way is up. 

“Come…Again…Elyssa!” he demands
with each thrust.  Alex shuts his eyes, releasing the tension building
inside of him.  I love watching when he comes unraveled because of
me.  His tension, releases my own as I scream through the pleasure of my
second orgasm.  I’m engulfed by the weight of Alex’s body as he lays
slumped on top of me.  Running my hands through his just-fucked-hair and
down his body, I hold him against me in a post-coital embrace; our breathing
slows as we lay exhausted, sated. 

Alex shifts so he’s lying next to
me, resting his head on his hand.  Confirming his playful and
compassionate mood, he grazes his fingers up and down the length of my torso at
a leisurely pace.  We lay like this, just staring at each other, not
wanting to break our connection.  I’ve never felt so at peace with
anything or anyone.

“I could get used to this.” 
Alex’s eyes follow his fingers as they graze my skin.

“To what?  Having a naked
woman in your bed every night?”  I regret bridging this topic the moment
the intended playful words escape my lips. 

“Not just any woman…you. 
All I want is you.  I can’t get enough of you, my Hart,” he confesses,
placing tender kisses along my shoulder.

I’m not trying to darken our
jovial moods, but the thought of Alex with other women make me cringe with
jealousy.  I know he’s not a virgin, but a girl can dream right?  I
haven’t thought much about his previous conquests, but a part of me wonders
exactly how many others he’s been with.  “Since we are talking about other
women, exactly how many others have there been?”

He hesitates a moment before
explaining.  “I don’t think it’s a good idea to tell you how many women
I’ve been with.  If I do, then you’ll only focus on the number and to be
honest I stopped counting a long time ago.”  Reaching up, Alex strums his
fingers along my bottom lip.  “Everyone before you was just sex; I didn’t
feel anything for them.  As far as I’m concerned, you are my first, my one
and only.” 

A first of the heart?  Is
that possible? Surely there have been others.  I know there has been no
one else for me.  Is it possible that his previous conquests were truly
just that?  Just two bodies intertwined in sexual bliss.  It may be
harder for me to understand since I’ve never been able to separate emotion with
sex.  This is probably the very reason I’ve never given myself to anyone
since Cole.  The act of making love without being in love never appealed
to me. 

Oh.My.God. 
I’m in
love… 
“Thank you Alex…for tonight …for you…for everything.” 

Turning on his back, he shifts me
on top of him.  Lying against him, I can feel the rise and fall of his
chest.  Both naked, we stare at each other, green eyes to blue. 
“You’re welcome, so…I guess I’m doing something right, huh?’  Alex laughs
as he continues to graze my skin with his fingers.  “This, this is all
new.  The way I grew up…well let’s just say I never got to see love first
hand.  I didn’t believe in love.” 

“What about now?”  I hide my
face in his chest, hoping to hear the words I so desperately want him to
say.  I know he can see the want in my heart.

“Elyssa…you have to understand
that I’m not built the same as most people.  I don’t know how
relationships work…I’m struggling everyday to figure out how things are
supposed to work with you….I…I don’t want to fuck up.”