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!

  The body jets were pulsating at full throttle against my core now, and it was hitting me hard. My body felt the titillation of the water as it sent jolts up through my body; vibrators had nothing on these jets. And before I finished the thought, I also finished into my orgasm.

  “Jesus, Alexander, the showerhead I’ve known about, but these jets…They are my new best friends.”

  Grabbing onto my neck and kissing me, he slowed his motion inside of me as my body still quivered.

  Raising my head off of his shoulder to stare at him directly, I could not help but feel the utmost happiness “Will do you something for me?” I asked of him.

  “What is it?” replied Alexander, smiling.

  I wanted to slow it down a bit and enjoy him. How would I say this to him? “Would you sit there on the shower seat and let me take over for a bit?” It was unnerving to be so open—this communication thing was very new to me.

  Alexander looked at me endearingly and surprised. “I have never heard you so sweet. Now don’t take that the wrong way.

  You are just so…sweet. Come on.” Alexander carried me over to the shower seat with him and he sat with me still on his lap.

  “Close your eyes and lean against the wall,” I asked of him, and he complied without so much as a blink. Seeing his willingness, I adjusted myself on his hips, and with his erection ready for release, I told him my plan. “I want to ride you.” I was fierce but soft on him.

  Alexander’s eyes shot open immediately. “I have actually dreamed about you saying those exact words, but never did I think it would feel like this.” Grabbing my arms, he kissed me passionately, and we stroked each other’s naked and wet bodies.

  I moved my hands in between his legs and positioned his erection to penetrate me. As he slid into me, the water made me tighter, and his head shot back to rest against the shower wall.

  I moved with a precise motion in my hips. My hands stroked his head and chest, grasping at his short hair as I moved him in and out of me. He was amazing to look at: the perfect combination of sex appeal, softness, and masculinity.

  As I pushed into him harder, I was reaching orgasm number two. When my body tensed, Alexander’s eyes opened.

  Diving into my own tightening, he held around my waist.

  Now we moved together, bringing each other simultaneous gratification.

  “Cum with me,” I moaned to him. As I rocked faster, Alexander was right there with me. Climaxing together, we grabbed on to each other, forcing the continuation until our bodies stilled.

  Between our wetness from the shower, the sweat from our bodies pressed together, and the orgasm that had just exploded within us, we needed to be hosed off. But it was amazing!

  “Forget going out. I need a nap,” I giggled into his neck.

  “Wow, so little stamina? I’m shocked,” Alexander joked.

  I slapped his chest as I gasped “I was joking. Me, stamina?

  You’d better start taking Viagra to keep up with me.”

  Alexander looked at me quizzically. “Does that mean that I will have the pleasure of doing this with you many more times?” He was careful in his word selection, trying not to scare me away.

  Though I paused to reflect on what he was saying—still feeling the ecstasy of the sex we’d just had, feeling him within me—I was not fearful. “We shall see,” I whispered. “We shall see.”

  We washed and helped each other out of the shower. I walked into Alexander’s room, stopped, and stared. Standing in a bathrobe at his bed, I saw four shopping bags from Saks Fifth Avenue that were not there before.

  Alexander stood by the bags and smiled. “Now you have no reason to run out of here. Come take a look and see if you like them.”

  Perplexed, I walked over to him and peered into the shopping bags. “Do you always keep new women’s clothes around just in case?” My tone was filled with confusion and uneasiness as Alexander rolled his eyes at me.

  “No, I asked Brant to check the sizes on your clothes and have one of the ladies at Saks help him pick some clothes out for you. I thought it would save some time. You look angry; I didn’t mean to upset you. Why are you upset?”

  Still staring at the bags, I didn’t know what I was feeling.

  Why did he buy me clothes, I thought. This is so personal.

  “Alexander, I feel like you just paid me for sex by buying me clothes. I mean, the gesture is thoughtful, but I don’t need you to buy me clothes. I’m sorry. I really think I should go; I don’t feel comfortable.” Turning toward his bedroom door, I started to go look for my things.

  Alexander ran and stood in front of me, holding the tie on my robe. “Are you serious? Are we going to go back to your fucked-up ideals again? I was only trying to do something nice for you so that we could continue to enjoy the day together.

  Please don’t turn this into something negative. Allowing someone to do something nice for you isn’t a bad thing, I’m not taking anything from you. Please, Evangeline.”

  His look was so endearing I felt that he was being sincere.

  After the night and morning we had spent together, I shouldn’t have been turning this into something negative, as he had said.

  “I have to pay you back for the clothes. I don’t feel right taking them otherwise.”

  Alexander’s sadness turned to gratefulness as he pulled me closer. “I can think of many ways you can pay me back. I’ll start making a list and for every article of clothing. You can fulfill one of my fantasies.”

  Gazing into his eyes with a sensual stare, I knew what he was referring to, but I couldn’t let him have it that easy. I whispered to him, “I meant I would pay you back with money.”

  But as I finished the words, Alexander had his lips on mine again, kissing me and ravaging my mouth. It was delectable.

  His skin freshly showered and his lips soft and wet, it was all so hard to say no to. Alexander grabbed my ass with both hands and, squeezing hard, he pulled me into his hips, which of course gave way to his erection again.

  He is perfect. This was the only thought I could compile.

  “Come on; get dressed. Let’s get some air. I don’t want to oversex you on the first day.” He smiled, looking back at me as he walked toward and disappeared into his closet.

  Walking down to the main foyer, I went toward the kitchen and found Brant cleaning up. I felt so embarrassed of the mess we had left. I never thought Brant would be cleaning it up; at home my dishes always waited for me in the sink when I left them there.

  “Brant, please let me wash those. I just thought I’d get to them later. I didn’t leave them for you or anyone else to wash.

  Please, allow me.” Brant had been so wonderful to me from the moment we met, and I felt horrible at that moment.

 

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