by Bella Emy
He hands me one of the glasses and I smile politely. “Oh, thank you,” I say, taking the flute from his grasp, smiling back. Turning back to the photographs, I point to one of him from his earlier days and say, “I recognize you from what must have been so long ago. You still look the same, though.”
He smiles and nods. “Yeah, I was a few pounds heavier, then. But ultimately, still me.”
“I can’t even tell, you look the exact same to me.” He could say what he wanted, but he still looked handsome then and now. I continue looking at the pictures up for display and am instantly once again drawn to the picture of the little girl. “And who’s this precious little baby?”
When I don’t hear him utter a word, I turn to face him. His smile is gone, but once he sees me looking at him, he smiles again. This time, it’s replaced with a small, sad one.
“That’s Kaylee,” he says, offering no more. “Dinner should be just about done… let’s head into the dining room,” he says instead, quickly changing the subject. I automatically wonder who this little girl is and why he didn’t add anything more about her.
I follow him out of the living room and into the dining room. A red tablecloth is perfectly positioned with ceramic china dishes and silverware lying neatly on top.
“Please, have a seat,” he says, exiting the room.
The table he had prepared is enough to sit four people. I sit on one end and place my cup down and wait for his return. He must have taken so much time and effort to make this evening special. It is evident in the way everything has been set out so neatly.
Once he returns, he’s holding a tray filled with what appears to be some type of pasta dish. The aroma from it wafts through the room, and my mouth instantly waters. “That smells amazing.”
He chuckles. “Thanks. I learned to make baked ziti from my grandmother when I was just sixteen years old. I used to spend summer vacations from school back at her farm in Kentucky. I loved helping her and my grandfather with their animals when I was younger. One of my grandmother’s passions was cooking, so she’d teach me sometimes.”
I have a feeling I’m in for a real treat. The smell alone is enough to make me want to eat it, but hearing that it’s an old family recipe, I’m more than ready to pick up my fork.
“That’s really impressive,” I respond. “I can’t really make more than mac and cheese.”
He laughs. “Here, let me fill your bowl.”
He walks over and scoops out a healthy portion onto my plate. The presentation is fantastic and exquisite looking, matching the scent of it. “Thank you.”
“You bet,” he answers. Then he heads over to his side of the table and does the same for himself. He places the tray in the middle of the table and then sits on his chair. “Please, dig in.”
I nod and stab a piece of pasta with my fork. As I take my first bite, I’m automatically in heaven. I pick up my napkin from my lap and cover my mouth.
“Oh, no,” he says, a worrisome look gracing his face. “You don’t like it.”
I shake my head no. Once I am able to swallow, I say, “Quite the contrary. I was shocked at how good it is. It tastes delicious,” I confirm with a genuine smile.
He visibly relaxes. “Phew. I was worried there for a second.”
“Trust me, if I didn’t like it, I would let you know one way or another, but I’ll unashamedly ask for seconds. You can count on it.”
7
After dinner, we find ourselves sitting on his couch, talking over another glass of wine. He had gone into more of his passion for animals and cooking, but ultimately, it was music that captivated his heart to the fullest.
I watch as the glass leaves his lips, and I can’t help but wish his were touching my own once more. He places his empty glass on top of the coffee table in front of us. I want his hands on me, touching my face again so that I can feel him on me. Before I have another second to myself to think of any further inappropriate thoughts, he speaks.
“I just don’t know what it is. I mean, of course I enjoy cooking and taking care of animals, even though I don’t have any right now… this place is kind of small. But something about the way I feel when I get lost in the music, just takes me away. Music lets me escape reality so many times, and it’s helped me get through some of life’s cruelest adventures,” he confesses.
Cruelest adventures? What is he talking about? I want him to elaborate on that, but not wanting to spoil the wondrous mood, I don’t harp on it.
I take a sip from my wine glass, draining it, and then place it next to his on the coffee table. I then sit back and see his eyes are scanning over me. The look of want and desire are evidently there. I make myself available by turning just the slightest amount so that my body is facing him. I want his lips on me again. My body is practically calling out his name for him to come and take me right now and right here on his couch.
Just as I begin to believe he’s about to ravish me with his lips, he clears his throat and says, “Let me play you something.” He stands up almost too quickly and heads for the piano.
Disappointment washes over me, but I quickly swallow my emotions so I don’t ruin this beautiful evening we’re sharing. “That would be lovely,” I respond. Of course, it’s not a lie. I love hearing him play so gracefully. But then again, I would have rather gotten closer to him. I want a repeat of the other night.
As he gets comfortable on the bench in front of the grand piano, I watch his every move. The way his fingers spread out in front of the keys, the way his stare is fixated on the instrument before him… it’s a sight to behold. His upright posture and the way he composes himself is breathtaking. It’s as though he demands one hundred percent of the attention from everyone in the room, even if right now I’m the only other person besides him. He has me totally and completely enthralled.
The music from the piano fills the room. I continue watching him as he lets his hands fall so gracefully against the keys. I immediately recognize the song, A Kiss at Night in the Snow, his original piece from the night of his performance. This time, the way he plays with so much power takes over me. It’s as if he is trying to get something out of him, something he needs to say. The melody does something to me that I can’t control. Moments later, I can no longer contain myself. A need to be closer to him comes over me, and I walk to where he is sitting.
Still playing his beautiful song, I reach him, standing directly behind him. I don’t know if he senses my presence because he is so engulfed in the music, but without a word, I place my hands on his shoulders. He just continues moving with the music as I run my hands along the front of his chest, mimicking the melody of the song. His fingers slow down a bit as they hit each of the keys, and so my movement on him becomes slower still. I move my fingers up to his neck, and before I know it, he stops playing and grabs my hands. I think that maybe I may have taken things a bit too far. Maybe I have upset him. He turns himself around to face his body to me. Panic rushes through me. Is he going to be mad? God, leave it to me to mess up a perfectly wonderful evening. He places his legs on either side of my legs and reaches up to place his hands on my waist.
Have I misread his actions? Is he not angry with me? What had made him stop so abruptly?
Without another moment to further assess the situation, he’s pushing himself up on his feet and lifting me up into his arms. My arms instantly wrap around his neck as our lips finally find their place back on one another.
He’s carrying me out of the living room and down a narrow hallway, as fervent kisses smash back and forth against our mouths. I missed the taste of him, but nothing could have warned me for the way his desire for me is captivating me now.
We finally reach his bedroom as he lays me down on his king-sized bed. I can feel my sex throb as my want for him is ready to explode out of me. I need him, need his touch on me. I don’t care about anything else at this very moment. All I want is for him to take me right on this bed and make me feel like a woman once again. I haven’t felt that wa
y in so long. I yearn for it, desire it. I need to feel Grayson owning every single little part of me.
As if reading my brain, he slips off his sweater and then throws it to his right on the ground. The tattoo that I had noticed the other night at the restaurant is now fully visible. The name Kaylee is now clear as day.
Kaylee? Wasn’t that the name of the little girl in the picture? He looks into my eyes and notices my glance, but continues with his movements, not wanting to break the spell. He brings his hands to the bottom of his T-shirt and flings it over his head, letting it land right next to his sweater.
My thoughts from just moments ago are thrown from my mind as I take in the vision of him. Holy fucking Christ. The man is jacked out of his mind. His tanned skin is wrapped in muscle after muscle on his chest and abdomen. I think I might be drooling just a little out of the corner of my mouth, and for the first time since the mood changed, he’s smiling at me.
I instantly bite down on my bottom lip when he suddenly climbs onto the bed, making his way up toward me. My chest is heaving up and down. My heart is racing, and all I know is that I can’t wait for him to rip off my own shirt. I need him.
“Grayson…” I whisper as he gently lays his body on top of mine. My legs automatically spread to allow him to sink in between me.
His eyes look deeply into mine and it takes everything I have inside of me not to smash my lips into his once more.
“Anabelle…,” he murmurs as his lips land on my cheek.
He continues placing sweet kisses on the side of my face and then stops at my ear, nibbling and sucking on my lobe so softly.
The sensation is driving me wild. I’m ready to strip out of all my clothing, and at that very moment, as if an animalistic need takes over him, he places his hands on the bottom of my shirt and pulls it up over my head. He throws my shirt on top of the rest of the clothes.
He holds himself up and stares down at my bra-covered breasts. He looks back at me and says, “Anabelle, you’re so beautiful… oh my God…” He reaches down and places a hand on the left strap, pulling it down, and then repeating the movement with the right strap. I push myself up a little so that I can unhook my bra, and once he realizes what I’ve done, it sends him into a frenzy. He quickly pulls the bra off of me and throws it to the ground to land on top of the rest of the items of clothing.
He brings his mouth down onto my right nipple sucking as his hand massages my left erect nub. I writhe and move beneath him as the sensation continues to heighten and my need for him continues to grow.
“Grayson,” I whisper.
“Mmm,” is all I hear him say before he quickly moves away. He pushes himself up and places an innocent kiss on my lips.
“No, please. Don’t stop,” I beg, as his hand finds a strand of my hair covering my eye. He pushes it back behind my ear and chuckles softly. I want to feel him tucking my hair behind my ear all the time if he’s going to look at me the way he’s looking at me now. It feels as though he’s about to confess how he feels about me… that he loves me? Am I crazy to think this way?
“It took everything in me not to go further. But I want to savor every moment with you tonight, Ana. I don’t want to rush and make it come to an end.”
His hand finds my breast again and begins kneading it, then he moves to my other breast and pinches my nipple gently.
“Grayson…” I say, almost inaudibly. What he’s doing to me is causing me to already see stars.
“Tell me, Dr. Davidson,” he says playfully and then brings his head down slightly to be at eye level with my chest, “do you like when I do this?” He places his mouth on my nipple and then licks the nub.
“Oh my God, yes!” I practically shout. At this point, my panties have become soaked like a sponge with my secretions.
He chuckles. “Mmm. I see. How about when I do this?” He goes over to my other nipple, taking it into his mouth and sucks a little harder this time.
“Yes, yes!” I roar.
“Mmmm. Okay. Well, I don’t know… what about when I do this?” In an instant, he slips his hand inside my jeans and in my panties. He takes a finger and rams it inside my pussy, which is drenched with my desire for him.
“Oh my God!” I scream as he pushes a second finger inside of me and works me like he does the keys of a piano. God bless his long skillful fingers…
“Fuck, Ana… you’re so wet… and tight…”
His lips smack into mine as he fingers me. I reach down and unbutton my jeans before unzipping them. With his free hand, he helps me slip out of them, and then I throw them to the ground. I don’t even know and don’t even care where they have landed. All I know is that I need to feel this man inside of me right here, right now. I do the same with my panties, and as I’m lying underneath him enjoying his fingers strumming me like an instrument, my legs spread further waiting for what I know is about to come.
Not more than two seconds later, my release comes flooding out of me like a waterfall. It’s been so long that I don’t even remember the last time I had such an intense orgasm. “Ahhh…” I writhe, my body convulsing. “Grayson, I need you,” I coo as my head continues to whip back and forth as I come down from my high.
“Ana… I need you, too,” he admits, breathless. He pushes himself up off of me, and as he gets on his knees, he reaches down to unbutton and unzip his jeans. My hands go automatically to his waist as I help him bring them down. I look and see him in a pair of gray boxer briefs, outlining his manhood. I can tell he is quite large, even if his underwear is somewhat constraining him.
Not wanting to wait a second longer, I pull them down, and out springs his fully erect cock. I was absolutely right. He is massive, and I can’t wait to feel it inside of me. I instantly become wet all over again just thinking about his dick pounding me over and over again. God, I can’t wait to have it inside of me. I go to sit up and try to take him into my mouth, but he stops me with a smirk.
“What?” I ask, blushing.
“If you do that now, I’m going to explode as soon as I feel your lips.” He comes down to lay himself on top of me once more before saying, “I want to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock before I come for the first time.”
I giggle quietly and bite my lip once more. Him talking so dirty to me is making me wet all over again.
“Oh fuck, Grayson… please just fuck me now,” I say, unable to keep still. My pussy is yearning for his cock to fill me completely.
Chuckling, he says, “As you wish, beautiful.”
He pushes his dick inside my slit and slowly begins to move back and forth. I moan as the very size of him feels like it’s going to rip me to shreds. He feels so good inside of me that I don’t want him to ever stop.
I move with him, letting him know I’m ready for more, and that’s exactly when he pushes himself up and rams into me forcefully.
I am already about to burst yet again. “Oh, Grayson, oh…” I swear I’m about to lose it.
As if realizing this, he places his hands on my hips and pulls me up. He places my legs on either side of him so that I’m sitting in his lap with his cock still inside of me. Before I know it, I’m riding him, impaling myself with his beautiful manhood. He leans back until he’s completely lying down, closing his eyes but only for a moment. When he opens them again, he sees me riding him like a bull and his hands reach up to grab my tits. He sits up again and brings his mouth to one of them, and my back arches as I can feel my build up increase.
“Grayson, I’m so close,” I whisper in a moan.
“Come for me, baby. Come for me,” he answers after pulling his mouth away from my nipple.
As if the feeling of his large cock going in and out of my pussy isn’t enough, he takes his thumb and rubs it back and forth against my clitoris.
“Oh my Goddddddd!” I shout, as a second orgasm comes exploding out of me.
“Come, baby! Come!” he encourages.
I bounce harder and faster on his dick, enjoying the waves leaving my b
ody, coating his cock with my juices. I slowly calm down, decreasing my speed and impalement of his dick inside of me as he takes his thumb away from my clit and brings it to his lips.
“Fuck… you taste incredible, Ana,” he states. He gently moves me and then pushes me down, and before I can tell him that I can’t take anymore, I feel his tongue flicking fiercely back and forth over my clit.
“Grayson! Baby, I can’t, I can’t… I can’t take no… Oh my God! Oh my God! I’m going to come again!”
Is it even possible for me to explode so soon? Jesus Christ, the feeling of him is too much, and I can’t take it. Before I can think of anything further, my desire comes bursting out of me, and I won’t be surprised if its coating the back of his throat right now.
“Are you satisfied, Ana? Did you enjoy that?” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and comes up to meet me. He’s once again lying on top of me.
“Oh my God. More than you can imagine,” I reply.
He places a kiss on my lips before pulling away and saying, “That’s good, but I hope you’re ready for more.”
As my eyes widen, he once again rams deep down inside of me and starts pumping into me as if his life depended on it. Minutes later, I’m letting go of my release yet again, completely spent, and thankfully almost immediately after, he finally finds his own.
Once we finish, he comes to lie down right next to me where he pulls the sheets over us. His arms wrap around me and then he places a sweet kiss on the side of my face.
“Merry Christmas, Ana,” he whispers into my ear.
I look at the clock sitting on the nightstand next to where I’m lying. It’s now 12:35 a.m. It is indeed Christmas. Smiling softly, I reply, “Merry Christmas, Grayson.”
8
The next morning, I awake in white sheets on a king-sized bed. For a second, I think I’m back in my hotel room, but as the events from last night quickly fill my mind, I smile and giggle to myself. I feel all giddy inside, something I haven’t felt in a long time. Turning around, I expect to find Grayson still lying next to me, but instead, all I find is an empty bed. I frown and look over at the same clock from last night. 6:23 a.m.
