What the Heart Wants

by Tiana Laveen

  Her stomach fluttered at the sight of the massive organ. Slipping her finger into her mouth, she tried to squelch a pleased grin to no avail. He smirked at her response, then stroked himself while she removed her panties, inching them down her hips.

  “Give me this shit.”

  He snatched them the rest of the way down her legs and threw them hard across the room, then thrust her thighs open. Without warning, Cameron slipped his tongue between her pussy lips, lapping at her juices, feverishly sipping her natural cognac. She must’ve screamed in ecstasy a thousand times as he consumed her essence.

  “Baby, you taste so fuckin’ good. Mmmm.”

  Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pressed his nose against her pelvic bone as he delivered slow, torturous licks.

  “I could eat your pussy all night, baby,” he slurred between tongue twirls and solid swallows.

  “Oh, God.”

  He worked her like a machine, alternating his pace as he concentrated on her tender clit. Sucking then licking, the slurping sounds rivaled the music, and the sweet, smoky scent of the room blended in with their sex as he had his way with her, devouring her whole.

  “Don’t hold back, baby. Cum in my mouth. Feed me. Give me your life force.”

  He slid a slow finger inside of her pussy. She cooed and bucked against him, her eyes teeming with unspent, ecstasy-induced tears.

  That tongue of his is good for more than spoken word. Shit.

  She hissed as her eyes rolled back. Grabbing the sheets in her fists, she came undone. He groaned and moaned right along with her as she trembled, her entire world an enraptured mess. Seconds turned to minutes after her breathtaking orgasm ceased, but he kept slowly circling her labia and clit with the tip of his tongue, glancing up at her on occasion. She shuddered when another orgasm hit her and took her under. When she’d finally stopped screaming and bucking against his mouth, he crawled up her body, slow and easy, and ran his lips against her neck. She held onto him tight—possessively—with all of her might.

  Mine.

  He’s mine. All mine.

  He hugged her back, gently sucking on her earlobe and grinding softly between her legs. Moments later, they were both on their sides, looking at one another, smiling. In love? He reached for her hair and wound several strands around his fingers, tugging gently, releasing, then tugging again.

  “What? What are you thinking about?” she asked with a smile.

  “Women always ask stuff like that.” He chuckled. “Usually we’re not thinkin’ about shit.” She laughed at that. “Nah, actually, I was just looking at your hair, your body. You’re beautiful, Emily, you know that?”

  “Thank you.”

  “I’m just not used to feeling hair like this, seeing it, having a true blonde in my bed. It’s different for me. You’ll leave hair strands everywhere, Farrah Fawcett swoops.”

  She felt her cheeks heat from his perusal.

  “The colors of your body are different from what I’m accustomed to, but you’re just like any other woman I’ve taken to bed. It’s amazing how much we focus on variances, ya know? Shit that doesn’t even matter. There’s so much that’s not different at all. I wish everyone could see that, but until then, I have to keep doing what I do.”

  It was almost as if he were working out something in his mind, and she let him do it, uninterrupted. Her pussy pulsed with need as he wrapped his hand around her neck and brought her in for another kiss. When he pulled away, she glanced down at his veiny dick, the head grazing her stomach. She looked into his eyes, then glanced down again. It was simply magnificent. A work of art.

  “Why do you keep staring at it?” He kissed her briefly. “I like when you look at it. You want to feel me inside you. Does the sight of my hard dick excite you, baby?”

  She nodded. “Yeah. It’s perfect. Long, dark, and thick. Impressive. I want to taste you, Cameron.”

  She bit into her lower lip as she slid down the bed, then came eye to eye with the beast. Taking it into both hands, she eagerly slid the bulbous head into her mouth, eliciting his earthy moan and tightened muscles. Folding one hand under his head against the pillow, he sighed and groaned. She held on to his bucking hip as she remained on her side servicing him, glancing up at him a time or two as she took more of him into her mouth, gauging his reaction.

  The buttery smoothness of his nature felt wonderful against her working tongue. She flung her head back, forcing her mouth to make a popping sound as she released him. A trail of precum attached from her lower lip to the slit in the head of his huge cock before she went down on him once again, almost climaxing from the image and taste of him alone. His groans grew louder as he wrapped his hand around the back of her head, making her take more of him in while he thrust inside her mouth.

  “Emily…Shit…Damn.” He exhaled.

  She stared up at him to see his eyes shut tight, the lines visible around them. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his brows gathered, his face tense. He shuddered and cursed and tugged on her hair while he fucked her mouth faster, with due diligence. Abruptly, he slipped his cock out, leaving her breathless and confused.

  Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her up and turned her on her stomach, practically slamming her. She sighed when she felt the heavy weight of his body on hers, pinning her down beneath him. Before she could take another breath, he reached for one of the condoms. The golden wrapper fluttered in the air like a falling leaf after he opened it, floating to the glossy wooden floor. Finally, she’d get to feel him inside her. He didn’t take long to sheath himself, and then he hoisted her ass up, flush with his groin.

  She caught their reflection in a dresser mirror and her breath hitched with disbelief. She was in the midst of something she never imagined possible, and yet, her mind, body, and soul wanted it—needed it. He followed her gaze and stared at their naked bodies while he caressed her. Then, reaching between her legs, he stroked her pussy, making her coo and beg.

  “You like that, don’t you, baby? The way I touch you.”

  “Yes!”

  “This wet, juicy pussy is all mine, baby. Be careful what you ask for. You walked in here, but you might be limpin’ out.” He grinned as he finger fucked her. Hard.

  She clawed at the bed as he gently bit the back of her neck, his hot breath filled with the aroma of the spices from their dinner, mixing with the salty essence of her nature.

  “Do it. Do it. Fuck me,” she screamed, needing him in the worst way. He tightly wound her hair around his hand and yanked.

  With clenched teeth, she suppressed a shriek as he plunged ruthlessly inside her. She glared at their reflection in the mirror as he slammed against her, over and over, never slowing. Gripping her hips, he slid his dick in and out of her love, each blow faster than the last. Stretching her wide with each thunderous stroke, he rotated his hips, delivering the deliciously deep thrusts until he was balls deep. Her inner thighs moistened with her raining juices; her pussy cried in his honor, driving her nature to flow like a waterfall.

  “Cameron. Oh God…”

  She blinked back tears of ecstasy for he never stopped except to deliver sweet, soft kisses along her spine. Her breasts swung back and forth, the hard, dark pink nipples pointing downward as he worked her over. Brown skin against white flesh—dark coffee soaking into a white rug.

  She shivered as she came. His fingers danced along her clit as he reached around her once more and brought her impossibly more pleasure.

  “Feels so good,” she whispered, her voice weak when aftershocks of her orgasm made her practically jump in her own skin.

  When she settled, she suddenly realized he was murmuring, talking, saying things that were almost inaudible.

  “Cravings, broken hearts, and healed minds. Funny how lovers meet as they travel life’s timeline. I told her to cum again. The pussy is all mine.” He bowed his head and rested his forehead against the middle of her back, yanking her ass into his groin with each quick, angry, hard thrust.


  “I feel you so deep.” With a trembling hand, she ran her fingers along her stomach, halfway expecting to feel him that deep inside her. Pressing her flat onto the bed, he took complete command of her body as he slammed into her, emitting loud, sexy moans with each plunge he effortlessly delivered, shaking the bed at each turn. With a guttural moan, he quivered against her form, followed by a warm rush of his final release filling the condom. They lay there panting, him still on top of her from behind, their fingers now intertwined and his dick motionless inside her.

  She gasped for air, wanting to pinch herself to believe it was real, that she’d truly made love to this enigma of a man. Then, he rolled her over onto her back and resumed his position between her thighs. With a crooked smile on his face, he moved strands of her hair out of the way, then supplied a sweet peck to her awaiting lips.

  “Gimme like ten minutes, and, uh, I’ll be ready to go again,” he said, sounding rather out of breath.

  “Only ten minutes? Wow, remarkable.” She laughed lightly, wrapping her arms around him.

  “Well, shit, I’m not eighty.” He chuckled. “I can still handle my business. When I was a teenager, it only took a couple of minutes. Name shoulda been jackrabbit.”

  She chortled at that.

  He slid the condom off carefully with one hand and tossed it in a nearby trash can close to the bed. Before she knew it, he was slowly grinding against her nature, his tongue sliding inside her mouth as he kissed her with the passion of a million men. Several sensual songs played back to back, ones that made her feel in love. In Heaven. Happiness reigned supreme. He stretched over her, reaching for another condom, and tore it open. Rising on his knees, he slid it on and bumped the head of his erect cock against her pussy, as if knocking to come in.

  He kissed her again while entering her, hand clasping the back of her neck, making her lose her breath. Slow, intense thrusts. She held onto him as they looked into each other’s eyes, riding one another until she came once again. She couldn’t recall when she’d orgasmed so much, unless she was including her battery-operated boyfriends. She laughed at the thought.

  “What?” he asked with a big, gorgeous grin.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist and crossed her ankles.

  “Nothing, I’m just being silly. I love how you make me feel. Not just physically, but everything.” She caressed his shoulder, then gave him another kiss. His stamina was incredible, his control admirable.

  Taking a nipple into his mouth, he continued to thrust within her, faster and faster until his back muscles locked. The warm rush of his relief flooded her gate as sweat dripped from his body onto hers. Moments later, he reached for his phone and turned the ringer back on. She hadn’t seen him turn it off to begin with, but perhaps she’d been caught up in the moment. They lay next to one another, their backs against the quilted black headboard, holding hands, listening to music.

  “I guess I better get going soon.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek before snapping the sheets back.

  “Nah, why? Stay here tonight. You can leave in the morning.”

  She smiled.

  “Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”

  “Yeah, I’m sure,” he said, his eyebrows furrowed as if it were obvious. “How are you imposing? We’re doing this, just like we discussed. I’m not going about this half-assed. We’re dating, we’re together—just me and you. It’s official. Besides, I don’t want you heading out this late by yourself either, so just chill, relax. Do you want something to drink, baby?” He motioned to get up.

  “Yes, some water please.”

  He got to his feet but before he could get out of the room, his cell phone rang.

  Emily noted the time—2:48 a.m.

  It’s awfully fucking late for someone to be calling. She was immediately filled with jealousy, and immediately hated herself for it, too. But she couldn’t help it.

  He looked at his phone curiously, then snatched it up.

  “Hey, Mama. Everything all right?”

  His mother? I hope nothing is wrong.

  “Yeah, I had my phone off. Sorry. Uh huh. What? No, you have to be kidding me. How did they let this shit happen?” Emily grabbed the sheets and brought them over her breasts, feeling a sudden chill in the room. “I know…I know…” He closed his eyes for a moment and paced the room. “All right…yeah. I know…I know that but…yeah, okay. Thanks. Yeah, thanks for tellin’ me. Okay. Love you, too.”

  He disconnected the call and sat on the bed. She stared at his back. He barely moved for several minutes, didn’t offer a single word. Emily crawled over to him and hugged him from behind.

  “What’s wrong, Cameron? What’s going on?” she asked, breaking the silence. He didn’t answer. “Who was that on the phone?”

  “That was, uh, that was Brooke’s mother.” He dropped his head and shook it. “Police called her tonight and told ’er the guy who shot and killed Brooke is still on the run. They finally identified him, and he fled. They almost had him, got a tip and went to get him but someone must’ve tipped him off. He could be anywhere now. Fuck.”

  He picked up a clear ink pen holder and threw it across the room. It hit the wall and shattered. Emily took a deep breath, then slowly ran her fingers along his back before wrapping her legs around him, pulling him close into her embrace from behind. He stiffened from her touch, then relaxed.

  “Cameron, I know that this is not the best news, but you have to have faith that they will find him, okay? I believe that he will be caught eventually. He can run, but he can’t hide forever.”

  After a few agonizing moments of silence, he cast her a glance from over his shoulder.

  “How do you know?”

  She smiled sadly at him then placed her hand against her heart.

  “I don’t know for sure. I just trust what I feel.”

  He nodded, swallowed, and turned away. Seconds later, he caressed along the back of her hand as she clasped him around the waist. He pulled her close like a comforting blanket, keeping her near. Resting her cheek on his back, she closed her eyes. They remained that way for quite some time, the soft music playing as rain started to fall outside.

  Emily realized something at that moment regarding soul-mate connections. For now, she was certain that he and Brooke were just that. As she sat there holding him, trying to comfort his broken soul, she recognized she could practically feel his sadness, predict his moods. Right before he answered the phone, she could sense something was wrong, just as she imagined Brooke would’ve been able to do. She smiled and kissed his shoulder.

  “I know it’s tough right now, Cameron. I’m here, we’re here, together. I can’t say that I know exactly how you feel, but I do know what it feels like to lose someone who means the world to me. I will stay like this for as long as you need, all right?”

  “Good, because I need you so badly, Emily. I need you more than you’ll ever know.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Poetry in Motion

  It was a crisp, autumn evening, not quite the dinner hour just yet. The doors of Cameron’s club would be opening to the public in a couple of hours. Rush hour was in full effect as on any Friday night in New York City.

  Cameron had been sitting at the bar, nursing a purposefully watered-down gin and juice for the past hour. He had the front doors propped open to let in the cool breeze and air the place out after the previous night.

  He glanced up at the chalkboard menu that hung close to the front door and read the daily specials to ensure they were accurate:

  DRINK SPECIALS:

  Espresso Martini

  Whiskey Sour

  Negroni

  Long Island Iced Tea

  Buy one get one 50% off

  FOOD SPECIALS:

  Garlic Curry Wings – 6 piece

  Vegetarian Nachos

  Cuban Shredded Pork Eggrolls

  50% off 8:00 P.M.-9:00 P.M.

  He bobbed his head to the tune of “Nights over Egypt”
by The Jones Girls, which played at a low volume through the speakers. He floated away in his mind, feeling that all-too-familiar wave of inspiration come over him. Shoving his beverage aside, he opened his black dog-eared notebook with a coffee stain on the first page and began to jot down some ideas.

  I saw her scars.

  Not the ones on the outside, no…but the wound that tried to hide behind a masquerade of lies.

  Raised, velvety angry flesh

  Soft kisses between her breastbone

  She’s a blended brew of the old and new

  Her heartbeat tastes sweeter than a honeycomb.

  A long, scarred journey from the hospital gurney to an early grave.

  A slave made trade from the palest of the pale, once dwelling in caves.

  They stole our land, now she stole our man?

  Damn.

  She’s harboring a fugitive so that she can live

  By the beat of a heart that isn’t hers to own or give.

  Somewhere between the black abyss and the white give and take

  She sings and counts money alone, to protect her mental and emotional state.

  When I touched her for the first time, I felt coolness and death

  When I kissed her the last time, I was hard in the mental and my spirit was erect.

  When I entered her body, I stole her heart like a crook

  When I released inside of her, I accidentally called her Brooke.

  I’m shook.

  How can I protest this gift, when she’s been nothing but a friend to me?

  And yet many will say, I’m educating and fucking the enemy.

  And yet, I can’t let this go because this woman, the color of snow, makes me smile in the early morning dawn.

  She’s done a 180. What is the monster I’ve made?

  What ivory deviousness have I spawned?

  If it has to be a secret then maybe it’s not something that should be held.