Heart Of Stone (6 page)

“Sugar, and vinegar, for the Pad See…”

“I knew I was forgetting something, do you want chili flakes too?”

She shook her head no. “This is good.” She stuffed a bit of chicken into her mouth, the richness of the coconut and lime exploding as it hit her tongue. “Hmm.” Donnella half moaned. “I love food. I swear I’d be as big as a house if it wasn’t for my hyperactive thyroid.”

“Not to mention the schedule you keep.” Matthew added, taking some of the food now as well.

“Don’t I know it?” She took a sip of the dark wine he poured for her. It was a smooth, round-bodied Merlot, she savored the hints of cherries, blackcurrants and mint as it flowed past her tongue and down her throat. “Oh, now that’s good. Where on earth did you get
that
?”

“Secret family stash.” He smiled, also taking a sip. He pulled back. “She went heavy on the blackcurrants this time.”

“
She?
” An interested but jealous crick took Donnella’s voice over.

“My
mother
. Wine making is her hobby. She sends me bottles every few months to try out.”

“Well I could sell this. It’s excellent. Where does she get the grapes?”

“She grows them in the basement. I built her a greenhouse adjacent to the walk out.”

“Such a good boy you are. Helping mom out like that.”

“Well it’s always just been us. So yeah.” He pushed his food around with his spoon before taking another bite with a solemn smile.

“I read that.”

He nodded. “So you
did
do a background check then?”

“I had to. I can’t let just anyone into my circle, you have to understand. I wasn’t
prying
, just needed to know that you weren’t some delinquent, or derelict just in it for a buck.”

“And what did you find?” He sat back with his hands in his lap. He wondered how far she went back, wondered if her people had dug into his mother as well as himself. While his past was quiet, the relationship that led to his birth was spotty and supposedly well hidden.

“You studied Law at Yale for two and a half years, and dropped it to study Art and Photography instead. Quite the gamble, I should say. Why the change? You could have made a great deal of money as a lawyer.”

“I just didn’t have it in me. I was ready, I could have passed the exams, I just didn’t want that life. I wanted to make a statement, express myself, give people a voice who don’t usually have one. I got the idea for the wounded women while in school.”

She knitted her brows, as she wiped her mouth gently with a napkin. “It can be daunting. There’s a lot of long unforgiving hours, and paperwork for unsavory idiots who don’t give a damn. Depending on the type of work you do. But you could have done pro bono work, helped people that way.”

“Like I said, it wasn’t in me.” He stood up reaching for her plate. She looked down only now realizing she had practically finger licked it clean.

“Guess I was hungry.” She giggled, letting him take the plate, putting it in the sink. She watched him as he took a bowl of strawberries out of the fridge with a carton of heavy whipping cream, putting it on the counter before heading to the upright.

“Hope you saved room for dessert.” He called out from behind the freezer. He put a bowl of ice on the table with a second metal bowl inside with a whisk.

“What
have
you got there?”

“I picked these up at the market this afternoon on the way back with Harold. He was a big help by the way. Showed me a lot of the city I didn’t know about.”

“He’s a Godsend, I don’t know what I’d do without him.” She watched intently as he poured the heavy cream into the empty bowl and began to stir vigorously, as the cream began to thicken she got down from the stool and slinked around behind him, her fingers finding the base of his tank top. She lifted it, and he smiled as she traced his spine with her fingernails gently. She reached around him and grabbed an ice cube.

“What are you do-” He yelped, as she put it in her mouth, touching it to his back, followed by the heat of her tongue. “Ahh…” His head tilted back and his eyes popped open wide, as she licked and kissed her way around to his stomach. Bare foot as she was she barely came up to his chest. He looked down at her over his glasses, and she reached up taking them off of him.

“I kind of need those.” He said blinking to focus his eyes, looking back down at her now blurred figure. He reached for them, as she put them on, realizing just how blind he was without them.

“First thing tomorrow morning I’m getting you an appointment to see my optometrist, you’re getting contacts and then we are burning these.”

“I can’t let you do that, the prescription is crazy expens-”

  “Matthew, don’t argue with me. I’m going to get my way, or pout until I do. You don’t want to see my pout. It’s pathetic, really.” She crossed her arms, lowering her head, letting her eyes drop as she twisted her toes inward and turned in place like a small child.

“Oh, for Heaven’s sake,
alright
.” He turned to the bowl. “Well I guess the crème isn’t the only thing that’s whipped around here.”

She stuck her finger in the bowl, then into her mouth. “You did a good thing here.” She purred, as she looked around. “Why don’t we take this upstairs? I’d like to see this bed you bought.”

He smirked, taking all three bowls in his hand. “Right this way.”

When they got to the top of the stairs, Matthew stopped at the credenza just outside the room. “Give me just a moment. Just go in, close the door. I gotta let Pepper in.” Matthew pleaded, kissing her hungrily before putting down the bowls and leaving her alone.

“Oh? Okay.”
Forgot he had a dog…
She opened the door to the bedroom curiously, while Donnella had seen the apartment empty, and handpicked most of the furniture, she had not been there when it had been arranged or put in to the proper places. She was curious to see which rooms got what. To her pleasant surprise the dark cherry furniture made its way into the Master Suite, and she wondered if Harold had anything to do with it. She smiled looking about. In one corner adjacent to the walk in closet was a full length mirror on a stand, down the wall was a large horizontal and a vertical chest of drawers. With several cameras on them. The King sized bed was made of metal and cherry wood, and had a night stand to either side, all the pieces seemed to be crammed against one end of the room, except the bed, it was in the center under the first set of windows. As she looked she realized that in front of the other set of windows were several tarps and an open easel, with an empty canvas on it. Also in the space facing the city was a tripod with a camera and telephoto lens. Forgetting her interest in the bed she wandered over to the camera, just as the bedroom door opened and Matthew came inside. She didn’t notice, now it was his turn to watch her.

She stood on tiptoe in order to see in to the camera, from here she could see down into the park, specifically a park bench, where at the moment a man and a woman were sitting, kissing rather passionately. She lowered the camera some so she could see better and adjusted the lens/ Seeing the couple more clearly, aroused her.

Her fingers skimmed the collar of her robe then slipped inside, over her breast, just as the young man outside touched the woman. She let out a soft moan, her other hand traveled up the inside of the robe, as the man’s hand traveled up the woman’s knee length skirt. Her breathing increased as she watched and caressed her most delicate of parts.

“See something you like? Through my lens?” Matthew asked abruptly with a grin. Remembering her words to him on their first meeting.

“Oh!” Donnella, pulled her hands away, startled she turned red faced, but there was nowhere to go as he approached, with a laugh.

“Don’t stop on my account.” He looked into the camera, readjusting the lens. “Well I can see what got you so hot and bothered. Come here.” He put out his hand, pulling her in close. Her face was lit up from embarrassment, the color flushing her cheeks and chest. “Don’t be shy.” He tilted her head bending down to kiss her. “We all do that.”

“Yeah, when we’re
alone
.” She turned her head.

“So you won’t finish for me then?” He pulled at the knot of the robe, opening it up, tracing the outer part of her areola.

She arched her back lifting her breasts to him.

“C’mon, show me what you really like. How you really like it.” He bent down and kissed her nipple flicking the hardening flesh with his tongue.

“Okay.” She murmured, letting the robe hit the floor. He gathered her up pressing her naked body against him taking her to the bed, and laying her down. He kissed her then pulled away, to sit down the edge of the bed. She laughed, burying her face in the pillow. Then looking at him she reached for her thighs, spreading them open.

“Not like
that
, take your time. Pretend I’m not here.”

“Easier said than done.” She laughed awkwardly, sitting up. “If you weren’t here I’d have a vibrator and some
Five-Finger-Death-Punch
playing.”

“Well I don’t have a vibrator, but…” He walked over to the vertical dresser and went through the top drawer, pulling out an MP3 player and earbuds. “The other I got. Put these on, close your eyes and relax.”

“You just wanna watch?
Why
?”

“I wanna see you bloom without any distractions, is that so bad?”

She took the player, scrolling through it a moment. She picked a few songs setting them to play in succession. “Can I have another kiss before I start?”

He smiled. “I’ll do you one better.” He kissed her mouth and trailed his fingers down between her legs, finding her more than responsive to his touch. She let out a whimper, as he bent down and kissed her clit with the slightest bit of tongue, getting just a taste of her before finally moving away.

Putting in the earbuds she closed her eyes and went to her happy place, the song
Undone
slowly wrapping its self around her. The singers voice deep, sending a vibration through her with the base.

***

Matthew watched as her hands found their marks, one hand at her breasts, the other working its way down to her bare pubis. He knew it was the look but he wondered if he might not talk her into growing in at least the smallest patch of her red hair. He loved the feel of a woman against his face, his hands, his hard cock when he was inside her. She moaned quiet but eagerly as her hands worked steadily. She rolled onto her side, drawing her knee upward, and a deep groan escaped her now quivering lips. Her face was in the pillow a moment but she tossed it aside with her free hand, pushing herself up off the bed. The hand working her moved rapidly between her partly closed legs, and she began to shake. Her skin flushed, as she grabbed the thick comforter, digging her nails into it. She arched her back impossibly far, her head thrown back. Hair splayed across the mattress, as her mouth opened. Barely a sound escaping, just a series of short little whimpers, and jolts of high pitched sounds as her body convulsed in a rhythm all its own. She collapsed against the bed, her chest heaving, one hand at her chest covering her still extended nipples, the other draped lazily across her hip, as she stared at the ceiling.

Matthew’s heart fought against his ribs, the sight of her coming was almost enough to make him blow his own load and he hadn’t even realized he’d gotten hard. He climbed off the edge of the bed, taking off his clothes. He had to have her. There was no way around it.

Sitting up, taking off the earbuds Donnella watched him strip, her legs were still shaking from the multiple orgasm she had just given herself, but she couldn’t resist him. She wanted that hard throbbing rod inside her, no matter how difficult walking would be the next morning. She’d just wear flats for a few days. He climbed on to the bed, grabbing her by the ankles, pulling her down to him.

“You’re beautiful when and after you come.” He blurted out, as he lifted her to him, kissing her roughly running his hands through her hair as he kissed and left small bites down her neck.

“Am I not otherwise?” She chuckled as he flattened her out and put himself beside her, turning her to her side, he lifted her leg with his arm.

“Not
that
beautiful, no.” He let out a low grunt, as he sidled up behind her, taking her from behind.

“Then you’ll just have to keep me coming so that I keep this glow all the time.”

“I like the sound of that.” He thrusted deeply, then pulled back slowly as he reached around, finding her clit swollen and throwing a massive amount of heat. He used his middle fingers to gently massage her, careful as he knew she was still sensitive. It didn’t take long before she was moaning again.

“Harder.” She pleaded. Grabbing his hand and helping him to apply more pressure to her as he thrusted. She pushed him back, pulling away, only to climb back on him, backwards. Keeping him deep, she leaned forward, her hands down the end of the bed, pushing off for leverage as he held her hips.

“Sit back.” She panted with authority, her legs shaking as she sat up, her back against his chest. Grabbing his hands she led them to her heavy and bouncing breasts. “Keep the girls in place so I can finish.”