Running To You

by DeLaine Roberts

  Grayson lowered me on the bed and before I knew it, he was kissing my breasts, my stomach and even lower, kissing all the little delicate parts of my body. He aroused me in ways that I had never experienced. Before I knew it, I was experiencing a mind-blowing climax and all I could do was moan out in pleasure. He glanced at me and his face showed that he was completely satisfied with giving me joy. His expression delighted with a sheepish grin. He kissed his way back to my lips and I could feel his full length on my hip. I felt that he needed me and wanted me just as much as I desired him. I reached into my bedside table and took out a condom and handed it to him, as I was not skilled in the use of condoms and we had not discussed birth control. I had bought the condoms after our last night together, thinking that we would be making love sooner, rather than later and wanted to be prepared.

  Grayson kept his lips on mine as he applied the condom. He took his time entering my tight channel. Advancing slowly, a little at a time, the feeling was so full and tight. His breathing was short and I could feel the pulsing of his heartbeat. I felt like my heart was racing out of my body. The moisture was so enticing between my legs and feeling the fullness of his erection inside me was completely exhilarating! He took his time thrusting in and out of me, while stroking my breasts, kissing my lips, my neck, exploring me like he couldn’t taste enough of me. I could feel my body trembling, but it was from excitement not fear. Grayson could feel it too and stilled, as is he was afraid he was hurting me.

  “This is the most beautiful experience for me. I love you, Grayson.” I have never uttered those words to anyone and they shocked me slipping out uncontrollably.

  He paused at my words, “You are so beautiful and I want this to be perfect for you” as he began to maneuver with a delicate touch inside my body. His kiss teased me, tantalizing my nipples and before I could control myself, my body, responded to this beautiful being inside me. I began to quiver and then an explosion from the most erogenous orgasm, riveted through my body, curling my toes, causing me to tingle all over, leaving me breathless and unable to speak or move. With a few more thrusts, I could feel Grayson reach his climax inside me with such a delicate, pulsating sensation. I was stroking his body with one hand, he was still clasping my other hand with his.

  He stilled and neither of us moved for what seemed like hours. We both were completely satisfied and sated, just relishing in contentment. He rolled us on our sides facing each other, he was still inside me. He nestled his head into my neck, delivering tiny little butterfly kisses, all while remaining inside me. I could hear the sweet sounds of Powler by Bohren & Der Club of Gore playing in the background. This music is the perfect background, so sensual and sexy, for the most satisfying experience of my life. Everything felt perfect in my life at this moment. I had finally found a man that I respected for who he had become, how he loved the sanctity of human kindness and how he respected me and made me feel. I had no idea that meeting him would change me forever.

  As he withdrew from me, I winced and his face expressed concern. Quickly, I reassured him, “I’m more than okay, and I am happy to be here with you.”

  Grayson was quiet as he lay on his side spooning me, my back to him, and our bodies all wrapped and entangled. His quietness concerned me. “Are you okay, you are too quiet?”

  He repeated my words back to me “I’m more than okay and I am happy to be here with you.” Then he kissed my head and snuggled into me. We laid there, for a long time, just listening to each other breathing, him stroking my arm with his fingers and me, holding his other hand, and tenderly kissing his hand and fingers.

  He was so quiet, I was curious about his thoughts? Was he happy that he had been my first pleasurable experience? Had I disappointed him in some way? He didn’t respond when I told him that I loved him. By saying it, could I have disturbed him in some way? So many questions running through my mind, I began to become uncomfortable and could feel anxiety slowly creep into my mind and my body. Before I could stop myself, I jumped up from the bed and rushed to the bathroom. Grayson quickly sat up in the bed, but I didn’t say anything to him. Ah, a shower, that will calm me and take my mind off my anxiety.

  Once the shower was warm, I stepped in and began to let the hot water envelope me. I could smell the delicate fragrance of sex on my body and the feeling of calm came back to me, as I relinquished my thoughts of anxiety. While remembering our lovemaking and how beautiful the experience, a feeling of peace pacified me. After a few minutes in the shower, I was startled to see Grayson through the glass, as his beautiful naked body walked toward the shower.

  “Alexandra, angel, are you okay?” There seemed to be such fear in his voice. I believe he was experiencing his own anxiety.

  “Yes, I am okay, and I would be even better if you wanted to join me.” I winked as I opened the shower door to him.

  He stepped in the shower and grabbed me into a luxurious kiss, passion taking over our bodies, making love again in the shower as the warm water caressed us. The shower was hot and steamy, just as steamy as the sex we were experiencing. We were making love like hungry animals, kissing, biting, grabbing, and pulling, all over the place. He took my legs and wrapped them around his waist as he entered me and balanced me against the shower wall. His full length entered the deepest part of me, over and over again until we both found our happy ending. Grayson held me in the shower as we both were gasping for breath. Once back in bed, we snuggled into each other and fell into our own happy place. Although our sexual gratification was more than satisfying, Grayson was so quiet, and I wanted to know what he was thinking, but I would leave my questions for another time.

  The bright sunshine was peeking through the drapes in my room. Not wanting to awaken Grayson, I laid there still, just reminiscing about the most romantic night of my life. I could no longer deny my feelings or my passion for him, the grip was just too strong. How could anyone not love him? He was gorgeously handsome, physically fit in every way, sexy, strong, caring, and smart. What was not to love, except that he had secrets? There was something mysterious behind those sapphire blue eyes that I needed to know. More importantly, what was stopping him from sharing them with me?

  I had poured my heart to him while we were making love. I told him that I loved him and he did not respond, not that I expected him to, I didn’t want him to say it back to me just because I said it first. Oh, I had to get up. My bladder wouldn’t last any longer. So I got up with the least amount of movement as possible, trying not to disturb Grayson. Suddenly, he mumbled something I could not understand except for the word, no, the name...he said Olivia.

  Ouch, that stung like a thousand scorpions all over me. Was he dreaming about Olivia, his ex-fiancé, the person that hurt him so badly according to Zoe? He obviously was thinking about her? I couldn’t stay here. I felt the anxiety hit me like a brick in the head. We just spent a beautiful night together and he is calling out for her.

  I had to get out of here. Grabbing my running clothes and tennis shoes, I thought I would head out for a run. It would be the first run without my trainer and I would be okay.

  Sneaking out of the apartment with Grayson still asleep, I enjoyed the early morning run, so bright and full of sunshine, helping me work up a great sweat and work out my frustration. I was lost in my thoughts, upset that Grayson could be dreaming about Olivia after the night that we had just experienced. I was not paying attention to how far I had gone or where I was running to, I quickly realized that I was now lost. I also found myself winded, which meant I had to start walking to let my body catch up. I had left the apartment without my iPhone, so I couldn’t use GPS to find my way back, but after asking for directions at a coffee shop, I headed back to the apartment. When I got there, Grayson was pacing back and forth, partially dressed in jeans.

  “Where in the hell were you? You have been gone for over an hour and you didn’t leave a note!” He was angry.

  “I woke up early and you were sleeping peacefully, so I decided to go for a run, but I lost
my way and had ran farther than I planned. Don’t worry, it’s all good.” I didn’t want to get into the Olivia business right now.

  “When you leave me, you really need to leave a note and for God’s sake, please take your phone. If you had taken your phone you could have called or used GPS or answered when I called!” He was so angry and was punishing me like a child.

  “Grayson, first of all, I don’t answer to you and secondly, I can and will take care of myself!” I rushed past him without a good morning and found my way to the bathroom to take a shower, locking the door behind me. I didn’t want him interrupting my thoughts and I didn’t want to fight with him again. It seemed like our highs were high and our lows were really low, but the middle ground was missing. I just couldn’t seem to get these thoughts out of my mind as I showered. I put my hair into a ponytail, quickly found some jeans and a t-shirt to put on before making my way back to the kitchen where I had just left Grayson in a fuming fit.

  Grayson had left, without leaving a note, nothing, there was no sight of him even being here. I checked my phone and the only messages or texts were those that I missed before my shower. Wow, what a hypocrite. He can give great advice; just needs to take his own. Maybe he just needs to check himself at the door. What a jerk! Well, he would see just how stubborn I can be, I will wait him out, determined not to reach out to him. How could he turn on me so quickly, we just spent the most beautiful night together, at least it was for me, to only have reality sink in this morning of just how controlling he really is. Why is everything so hot and cold with him? And furthermore, what was his dream about Olivia?

  I didn’t hear from Grayson the rest of the weekend. Could he be done with me, now that he conquered me sexually? Or was it my declaration of love that drove him away so quickly and he doesn’t feel the same way? I know he does, it was chemistry, and I felt it go through both of us! I saw that look in his eyes when we touched, it was like wicked witchcraft.

  Monday came and went, and by Tuesday I was deeply concerned that something had happened to Grayson. Ready to cave, I went to his office just before lunch. If all went well, maybe we could go have lunch together and discuss what the problems were. Millie wasn’t at the reception desk, so I went through the private door. Grayson was in his office and he was speaking with Zoe. The door wasn’t completely shut and I could hear their conversation, it sounded a bit heated.

  “Grayson, how could you do this? Alex is still healing from her accident and obviously fighting her feelings for you, which are purely deepening by the minute, now that you’ve spent the night with her. How long do you think it’s going to take for her to hear about Olivia, you have to tell her?”

  What, what was she saying...what about Olivia?

  “Zoe, there is nothing to tell about me and Olivia. We are not going to be a real couple, it could never work, and it’s not what you think. I didn’t plan on hooking up with Olivia!” His words were so angry. What is he talking about, what happened? What did he do, could he have reconciled with Olivia?

  How could this be happening? As the feeling of anxiety was coming over me, I just wanted to get out of Grayson’s office. I needed to put some space between us. I just wanted to run out of there as quickly as I could, Lord make me a bird, so that I can fly, far away. As I turned to exit out the back private entrance, “Alexandra, please don’t run.” Grayson was calling to me. I couldn’t look at him, I couldn’t make eye contact, I just bolted out his back door as fast as I could and hid in the restroom around the corner. Once again, I ran away. After about thirty minutes, I peeked out to see if the hallway was clear so that I could exit the building. I slipped through the parking garage so that no one saw me.

  I quickly made a decision to return to Chicago. If Drew would agree, I could work remotely and continue my therapy there. Talking to Drew on the way home was helpful. He agreed for me to go remote and would work out an arrangement for the next four weeks.

  Talking to Cooper wasn’t going to be as easy, he was sure to tell me I was once again running away from something or someone. Coop has this opinion that I run away on purpose to suspend an intention of committing to a relationship. Grayson was different. Our connection evolved quicker than I had known before, the feelings resembled a kinetic energy and the intensity of sexual desire were unrefined to me. Besides the fact that he gave me my first sexually gratifying experience and I believe without a doubt he is my first love. In my heart I thought he might be the last, guess I was wrong.

  “What do you mean you are going home to Chicago? Alexandra, we are here because of you. This is what you wanted. Grayson is what you wanted, you have everything you desired. Don’t run, not now, stay here, and fight for what means the most to you. I can’t believe you are doing this so soon, especially since you are still recovering. Please, I am begging you to reconsider?” Coop’s voice was flat and breathy like the wind had been knocked out of his lungs. It was painful to hear him beg, as if he knew once I left, I would never come back.

  “When are you leaving?”

  “Dad is sending the jet for me on Saturday night after the Gala. He thought it might be easier for me. A courier will be coming to pick up my things next week. I just need some time away to think, Coop. I’m sorry, this is not about you, or anything you did to get Grayson and I back together. Whatever he has going on with Olivia, he needs to finish. I don’t share!”

  Drew didn’t force me to attend the Gala, although he felt that it was important to the company if I could finish what I had started. I would not be required to have interaction with Grayson at the Gala, but I was certain that I would see him. I decided to take Coop as my date, my bodyguard, so to speak, to run interference for me. Deep down, I knew it was for mental support.

  He helped me get ready in the cream and gold, silk evening gown and matching wrap. The dress was to die for and Coop was right, it was a true gift from the stylist. The gold beaded Grecian neckline didn’t require any jewelry and was starkly breathtaking. The cream silk had a tiny thread of gold that would twinkle with my movement. I still couldn’t navigate well in heels, so I ended up wearing, gold beaded low-heeled slip on sandals that matched perfectly. The ensemble complimented my hair and my skin very well. I was going to miss Coop’s stylist friends for sure!

  “Alex, it is nice to see your tall, tight ass in that dress. You are going to knock ’em out tonight!” His mood was jovial. Although I know that he was trying to hide his pain that I was leaving. Giving him that space, I would play along.

  “Coop, you are just admiring your styling works, it has nothing to do with my ass!

  “You look fantastic by the way in that monkey suit, you clean up well. Okay, well maybe except for the sexy scruff!”

  Coop was rocking the modern tux and had opted for the scruffy, unshaved sexy look. He looked so gorgeous, ready for any celebrity red carpet. His dark hair glistened, picking up reflections from the lights. He was sure to break a heart tonight. Ladies fall over and flaunt in front of him only to faint when they find out they are not his type!

  The entrance of the gala was buzzing and well staffed with photographers. As we entered, the hostess found our seating cards and mentioned there had been a last-minute seating change. We were the first to our table and I wanted to see our table partners seating cards. Oh no, Dr. Grayson Brooks and Olivia Balcone!

  He is bringing HER? How could he do that and why were we sitting together? Was that the last minute seating chart change? How dare him!

  “Coop, I can’t do this! I don't know. Oh God, not now, this is so raw. This is just wrong. I need to get out of here.”

  “Alexandra calm down. Quickly gather our cards and switch them with another table in the far corner by the back door. We will be out of the way, and should we need to, we can make a quick exit” shoulders big, he was proud of his swift action. I love Coop, he is so quick to think on his feet!

  We had a few minutes before the start of the gala, so I made my way to the foundation chairman’s table and extended p
leasantries. Coop and I posed for at least a dozen photo ops and now I could at the very least, feel that I had made my appearance known, in case of a fast flight. We took our seats at the new table and as the room began to fill, I tried not to search for Grayson, but I could not help it. I was full of emotion, anger for his betrayal, rancor for his dishonesty and bitterness for his lack of concern for me, for our developing relationship. So much so, that I am sure it looked like I had steam billowing from the top of my head. But it couldn’t be a relationship, it was all a lie.

  The band took their seats and started the prelude entertainment and Coop extended his hand for a dance. “Coop, seriously, I don’t want to.”

  “Get on your feet Alexandra and join me, or I will embarrass you!” Laughing, but I knew he would do something stupid to draw attention. I joined him on the dance floor, and we enjoyed slowly twirling around to the music. The photographers spotted us again and took several more photos as we danced the room. I got a chance to see Olivia take her seat. She was a beautiful girl with blonde hair and wore a red evening gown that had what appeared to be fake tits pouring out the top. Aha... She was a member of the plastics.

  My strength had not completely returned. I tired easily, I needed a break. We returned to the table and I tried to focus my attention on Cooper. We were having a great time. The waiters were serving champagne and Cooper grabbed us a couple of glasses. We were visiting with our table mates and enjoying polite conversation, when a familiar voice came from behind me. It was Grayson. Was she with him? I couldn’t tell? Not wanting to turn and look, I could see Coop’s face. It said it all. Grayson was either coming this way or he was too close for comfort already.

  “Hello Grayson, I believe your table is table Number 2 over to the left,” pointing him away from our table and in the direction he needed to go.