Hovering over me, we lock eyes and I feel again that connection between us. If anything, the link is stronger than ever despite my fears and doubt.
The whole night has come down to one primal desire: I want to feel him inside me. This relentless and blinding desire is lighting me on fire. I kiss him hard and roll myself on top of him. I need to take control of this. For the first time in my life, I want to be fucked.
He takes my lead as I sit on top of him. He cups my ass and slides his hands up my back with a soft caress. I lean forward to kiss him but he stops me.
Sliding my bra strap off of my shoulder, he kisses me tenderly and I feel my breasts swell in anticipation. The other strap follows and I lean into him with my head thrown back in ecstasy.
He reaches around my back and unhooks my bra as he takes his tongue and circles my nipple. I push my breasts forward and I can feel my stomach tighten and the wetness of my arousal.
Gently at first, he squeezes my breasts and trails his thumb over my wet nipple as he takes my other breast into his mouth. I am moaning and running my hands through his hair. I don’t think I can take any more of this sensation. This is so erotic and sensual that I feel like I could combust.
Pushing me up he stares at me with soft eyes and runs his hands down my arms and to my waist.
“You are so beautiful, Sophia. Looking at you, I know that there is a heaven,” he says with a rough catch in his throat.
I can barely form a coherent thought, but I say with rising emotion, “Oh James, I have never felt so beautiful and so sexy. Please don’t stop.”
But he does. He stops and his arms wrap around me and hugs me tightly. I can feel his shallow breathing along with my own panting.
“I have to stop. I have to talk with you first. We have a lot of secrets between us and I want to be as honest as I can. I need you to trust me and I need to trust you before we can make love.” James looks at me seriously, and I can feel his steady determination.
“But James,” I almost sob. I am so wet for him all my senses are burning. “Let’s not complicate this. I want you to fuck me and you need to fuck me if you want to keep your cover and find your girl.”
Thinking about her as I lay here naked with James in bed just about kills me. The pain is absolutely unbearable. But I will say anything to change his mind about our night together. I just want one night with him to remember. If I could get just one night with James, it will get me through the many ugly and lonely nights to come.
Sitting up, he takes his shirt and slips it on me. “Please, come with me, Sophia. Let’s sit by the fire in the living room and talk. You are so special to me. I want to do this the right way.”
Although I still cannot completely understand his reluctance, he is not saying no. So maybe this night will work out if I trust him. I follow him out enjoying his glorious half-naked body as I button up his shirt. His scent surrounds me as I wear it and I am momentarily comforted by it. Maybe this night will work out after all.
He flicks the switch and a roaring fire sparks in front of me. Pacing back in forth in front of me, he gestures for me to sit on the couch and I comply, watching him carefully. I am just along for the ride now—trying to predict where this conversation will go is useless.
“I need to ask you something and I don’t how to go about asking it,” James says, as he sits down next to me. I find I am shivering with fear or maybe anticipation. Noticing my discomfort James gently covers me with a cashmere blanket.
“You look a little cold sitting there with just a shirt on,” he says with a concerned look.
“Um...thanks?” I say it like a question because I am dying to know what he needs to ask me.
“Okay, I need to know. Is your name really Sophia? Sophia Noire?” James is completely serious and I feel his insistence working against the barriers I have spent years building up.
I sit there not knowing how to answer this question. I feel like there is a vice grip around my neck.
After what seems like a hundred years,I finally answer. “Actually, no,” I reply in barely a whisper. All of a sudden I feel very small and I am grateful for this blanket to wrap myself up in like a shield.
“One more question and then you can ask me anything. Is your name Eva Zajak?”
Hearing my real name on his lips brings forth a torrent of emotions buried deep inside me. I can feel tears well up and I am rendered speechless. I am afraid if I talk that my feelings will spill out and I won’t be able to stop. I just nod in affirmation, attempting to hold back the flood gates.
James speaks quietly and soothingly. “I see. Eva, you have been missing for quite some time. Do you know that?”
His words deeply surprise me, “What? What do you mean? I am all alone. I have no one to miss me.” I hear my voice crack and I can imagine how insignificant I look right now. Tears spring to my eyes as I look down and try and compose myself.
James embraces me in a big hug. “Eva, you are not alone. Everything is going to be okay.”
“What do you mean? I was taken here after my...my dad...” I couldn’t tell him. This is so humiliating. I feel so stupid for being in this situation and now it is all coming out into the light in front of this man who seems to read my thoughts and know my history.
The flood of feelings tears down my defenses. I push away and bury my head into one of his throw pillows and start to sob uncontrollably.
“My dad is dead. He left me. My mom died years before. I am all alone. Don’t you get it? I was stupid. It is all my fault, I am so sorry.” As I scream this into the pillow I know that I am not yelling at him. I am apologizing to that young, naive girl that I used to be. Eva, the girl with the pretty good grades, orphaned and then swept up into this hideous life.
James lifts me up and scoops me into his lap and hands me a handkerchief. I feel so secure in his arms that I let the waves of loss and betrayal continue to pour out.
“Eva, you have an aunt who is looking for you. Her name is Patti, Patti Runyan. You are not alone. You never have been. There are people who love you.” James rocks back and forth a little, with me still enfolded within his strong arms.
I am shocked. After a moment I find my voice, small and tremulous, and ask, “How is that possible? I have never heard of her before. Is she my mom’s sister?”
I start to shake and I feel like I am going to throw up. The room begins to whirl. Before it spins completely out of control I say, “James, I need a moment. This is too much.”
He grabs my waist to stabilize me and leads me to the bathroom. “No way. I am here for you Eva. I am not going anywhere.”
I feel the bile rise in my throat as I lean forward into the toilet, feeling my body convulse. Waves of nausea hit me as I dry heave. Humiliated, I curl up into the fetal position on the cold marble floor. Squeezing my eyes shut I try to block out all sensations.
James lays with me on the floor with his strong, warm arms wrapped around me. Oh James, you are too good for me.
“Eva, it is going to be okay. I am here. We will talk more tomorrow. Let’s get you into bed,” he speaks slowly and distinctly. I shudder and shake my head.
“I have to go back to the Parish. They will be expecting me.” Saying this drains all the hope and joy out of me.
But James immediately responds, “No they won’t. I have taken care of that. They are expecting you tomorrow.”
I feel relief wash over me and I muster the strength to stand.
All the kindness and concern in the world seem to be conveyed to me through James’ gentle voice. “Let me help you. Do you need something to drink?”
I feel like I have been run over with a truck and I know that I stink something fierce. I need some time to think and I seriously need to get cleaned up.
I peek up at him under the fringe of messy hair covering my face, “How about a bath and a toothbrush?”
He hands me a new toothbrush and toothpaste. “Here you go. I’ll run you a bath.”
After I brush m
y teeth and compose myself, I wander to the other bathroom to find him laying in a big bubble bath. Candlelight flickers all around the room creating a soft but sexy mood. The gesture is so sweet that I can’t help but smile.
His eyes twinkle and his face lights up when I smile at him.
“Oh I am so happy to see that beautiful smile, Eva,” James beams. “I told you that I am not leaving you alone. We will take a bath together, okay?”
I dip in the bath slowly, conscious now of being naked in front of him. He’s seen you before Eva. Don’t be silly.
He scoots me over so my back is to his chest and I lay back soaking in the warm water and the feeling of his naked body.
Sitting me up he soothingly strokes my hair with his fingers, and then switches to brushing my hair. With each sensuous brush stroke I can feel myself start to relax and lay back down on his chest.
Taking the soap I begin to wash myself. I feel like a new person after unloading my secrets and baring my soul.
The smell of jasmine fills my senses and it reminds me of our first night together. I realize that we have only known each other for two days but I feel like it has been years.
He takes the soap and starts to lather up my shoulders and back. My body stirs and I feel very aroused from his touch.
His soap-slick hands slide down my arms and begin to lightly massage them. I can feel he is aroused as I sit with his legs wrapped around my thighs. His thick cock is pressing up against my lower back and my body starts to hum.
Leaning back I moan into his ear. I feel his hands slide back up my arms and up to my shoulders. His touch is like magic and the world vanishes. It is just me and James—nothing else matters. I know what will make me right again.
“James, please make love to me. I need you tonight. You are the only thing that takes my pain away. You make me feel wanted, special.” I almost say loved but I don’t. I am smart enough to avoid that word.
His heavy breath is on my neck and it sends goose bumps down back. “Oh, Eva. What I wouldn’t do to have you. I want you to be all mine.”
“Then you have me. We talked enough for tonight, James.”
I turn around in the bathtub and lay my naked body on his. Kissing him deeply I feel his strong hands grab my waist.
I hear the gentle splash of the jasmine-scented bathwater and watch the flickering candles casting shadows on his handsome face and I feel alive. Free.
He knows my name—he knows who I am and he is still here. He hasn’t laughed at me or run away. For the first time in I don’t know how long, I feel cared for.
A big smile crosses my face as I look at him. “Thank you, James. Thank you for everything.”
His hand cups my chin and he kisses me. Softly at first and then deeper. Our tongues explore each other and I feel his hand slide from my waist to my inner thigh. The soft water laps where his fingers touch is and the sensation threatens to pull me over the brink.
My body is so ready for him, it is practically chanting his name. “James, James, James!”
He turns me around so that I am lying face up looking at him. The hunger in his eyes show his intentions.
“Oh, Eva. I have to have you. I can’t handle the temptation any longer.” His voice trembles a little as though his emotions are overwhelming him, too.
He slides his hand up my inner thigh and gently massages my folds. I hunger for more as I feel myself open to him.
Massaging my clit I squirm under him, trying to increase the friction. I lick his lip and kiss him hard as I curl my toes under the extreme pleasure.
I slide my hand down between us and rub his long, hard cock. He moans loudly and I can feel it grow harder. “Oh, Eva, you are so beautiful,” he says huskily.
He kisses me feverishly and I feel our bodies begin to move in reckless abandon, yet together. Slowly he moves his hand and slides himself into me. I bite down on my lip as he enters me deeply, as he completes me. I have never felt such pleasure, and we move together in unison.
“Look at me, Eva.” He says it in almost a commanding voice and I can feel his intensity.
We lock eyes and I feel suddenly lost in them. He fills me with every thrust and I start to feel the sensation build.
The connection between us is now tied with a knot. We are one—our souls are connected and I feel an overwhelming feeling of love.
I can feel myself tighten around him as my orgasm builds to an intense and throbbing crescendo. “Oh James, I...I” The need to tell him how I feel is overwhelming.
Again he reads my very thoughts and he assures me breathlessly, “Eva, I feel the same way.”
Our bodies start to move faster and I run my hands down his back pushing him further into me, wrapping my legs tighter and tighter around his waist, pulling him so close that we become one.
I feel myself going over the cliff, and for the first time I orgasm with a man I truly love. “Yes, James! I am yours! I love you!” I cry out, every single word the absolute truth.
I scream it as the sweet pulsing sensation tightens around his cock. As I do this, he takes his hand and grabs my thigh as he presses deep into me.
“Yes, Eva! You are mine.” I feel his throbbing cock pulse strongly as he comes inside of me.
I lay there in the warm tub with him kissing me softly and stroking my face. He looks at me adoringly and his dimple is emphasized. “I love you too, Eva.”
Laying there he kisses me softly and then trails his mouth from my collarbone down to my breasts and then down to my navel. He takes his mouth farther down as he lifts my hips and kisses my inner thigh.
I feel my body instantly buzz again with each kiss. He is the most amazing man that I have ever met. This is what I was made for.
I run my hands through his hair as he slides back up trailing his tongue along my wet skin.
“I want more of you, Eva,” he says, raggedly.
Getting out the tub he stands in front of me with his gorgeous, muscular body. Wow, he is a hunk! I am the luckiest woman alive.
He throws a robe around himself and then grabs a big, fluffy towel and holds it out for me. “Let me dry you off.”
He gently towels me dry and his movements are almost sexual as he rubs the towel along my thighs and waist and then up to my breasts and shoulders.
As I stand there naked he looks me over with probing and roaming eyes. “You are a goddess, Eva.”
Leaning up on the counter, he bends down to his knees and starts to kiss my ankle, softly stroking my calves. Slowly he starts kissing my hip area. Laughing, I buck and wiggle trying to avoid his tickling kisses.
So this is what its like to be loved. I play with his thick, black hair and smile, reveling in the gentle affection.
He moves his kisses up toward my inner thigh and looks up at me. The look is primal and my knees go weak. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of his tongue licking my clit and massaging my folds with his finger. He goes in deeper with his tongue and lifts my leg over his shoulder.
I have never experienced a man’s mouth like this and the feeling is exquisite. Oh. My. God. I can barely stand and lean more into the counter to keep my balance.
As he is grabbing my ass he pushes me further into his mouth and his tongue explores further, licking and massaging my soft, intimate skin. I can feel my orgasm build again and I have to sit on the counter.
I readjust myself and now both of legs are over his shoulder as he nibbles and licks with such passion that I forget myself.
He slides his hand up to my breast and pinches one of my nipples. His fingers are wet and the sensation of his tongue licking my sweet spot at the same time puts me over the top.
The pulsing release explodes and I scream out in ecstasy. “Oh, James. Yes!”
He sits there slowly caressing my thighs as I come down from the biggest high I have ever had. My body feels like it has been shattered into a million fantastic pieces. I am undone and can’t move as he stands and runs kisses up my body.
Lifting me u
p he carries me to his bed. I lay there in his arms completely sated by the most amazing orgasm I have ever experienced.
“Sleep well, Eva. I love you.” He pulls up the covers and spoons me into his side.
I feel like I am floating in a warm ocean. Nothing but peace and sunshine surrounds me. I drift off into sleep with a smile on my face.
CHAPTER 8
GOOD MORNING, BEAUTIFUL
“Lily!” James’ blood-curdling scream bounces off the walls throughout the apartment.
Waking me out of my perfect slumber, I watch him sleep with such empathy. I understand what it is like to lose someone.
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