A Window to Love (Windows) (Volume 1) (2 page)

“Hey beautiful, are you okay?” He asked cupping my face with
his hands, tilting it up so that I looked directly into those dreamy eyes that
so captured me in the Bergdorf holiday window.

“Sorry. I was just thinking...” my voice trailed off as I
pushed all the sad thoughts aside.

“Are you having second thoughts about having me here? Do you
want me to leave?”

Softly I whispered, “No,” as I gazed up into those pools of
blue.

In an instant, he captured my lips with his mouth, lightly
brushing his tongue against mine. I let out a light gasp and his tongue slid
into my mouth. I welcomed him with a moan, and he deepened the kiss. Pulling me
into his body firmly, our tongues doing a rhythmic mating dance, we melt into
each other as if we were a perfect fit.

Suddenly our stomachs were growling, and Evan remarked,
“Sounds as if you ate as much as I did at the party. I know it’s late and as
hungry as I am for you, I'm starving. If you have food in your kitchen, I'll
fix us a quick something to eat.”

My tummy betrayed me again and growled. “I think my stomach
is begging for something.” At the word “begging” I saw him raise an eyebrow and
look at me sideways.

I blushed at the sound of my words as a nervous giggle
escaped me. Not wanting him to see my deeply reddened face, I led him quickly
down the hallway and into the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen he grabbed my waist and lifted me up
onto the center island. “Let me fix something for us. We’ll need the
nourishment to fuel us,” he said with a wink. Opening the refrigerator, he
pulled out eggs, cheese, and a baguette. Before he started prepping our food,
he removed his jacket, waistcoat, and tie and draped them over the back a
stool. Next, he rolled up his shirt sleeves, and unbuttoned the top two buttons
of his dress shirt. Mmmm, and now I was privy to more of his body up close and
personal as he exposed his tanned smooth skin. I could see strong muscular
forearms with pronounced veins and imagined touching them. The hint of his
chest muscles were visible where his shirt was slightly open. They enticed
illicit thoughts and without thinking my hand moved to my mouth. I couldn’t
help but bite my finger tip as naughty thoughts continued to flood my mind.

“Ooh la la! A little striptease for moi?” I giggled.

He raised an eyebrow at me. “Is that what you want, bébé?”
Leaning towards me, he placed a chaste kiss on my lips, my nose and then my
forehead. “Tell me where everything is, and I'll get started on our midnight
snack.” I started to slip off the island, but he grabbed my waist. “Stay put.
Just tell me where everything is. I want you on display for me.” I received
another kiss and without thinking I moaned. Suddenly, I could care less about
food. I wanted him as my midnight snack. He looked positively delicious, and I
swooned when he suggested with a twinkle in his eye, “If you feel like taking
off some of your clothes, I wouldn’t object.”

Barely composed, I giggled, kicking off my shoes. He gave me
a look that said shoes were not what he was hoping to see me remove. I looked
straight into his beautiful face, and giving him an innocent look, I rattled
off where he could find what he needed. Effortlessly, he whipped up an omelet
for us to share while I sliced the baguette. I was in awe when he flipped the
cooked egg in the air, and it returned perfectly to the pan.

“Culinary classes in your spare time?”

“No, but a very good friend is an amazing chef. I watch and
learn,” he answered with a wicked grin.

Evan plated the eggs and sat on a stool below me. With one
fork, he took a bite and then fed me until the plate was clean. No words were
spoken between us. Our eyes were locked. Moving the plate out of the way, he
spread my legs apart and rested them on either side of his muscular body. He
pushed up the hem of my dress, exposing the tops of my thigh-high nylons. He
gently rolled the stockings down my legs, slowly, methodically, caressing and
kneading until they are removed. I couldn't stop myself from moaning. The
throbbing heat intensified and moisture began to pool between my thighs. I
tried to squeeze them together, but he held my legs firmly apart. Leaning over,
he nipped at my bare thigh and growled, “You smell good enough to eat.” I
moaned and slid myself forward on the counter, wrapping my arms around his
neck, capturing his hair in my fingers, he devoured my mouth. He broke from our
kiss long enough and said, “Time for you to show me what you would love to do
with me, bébé.” Scooping me up into his big, strong arms, he whispered,
“Bedroom?” I pointed the direction.

As he was carrying me to my bedroom, I was questioning
myself. What was I doing having a one-night stand? And a one-night stand with a
male model? I promised myself this would never happen again, but ooh la la, I
couldn't help myself. I wanted him! Between the kitchen and my bedroom I pushed
all the doubts from my mind.

Finding my bedroom, Evan released me from his muscular arms,
sliding me down his hard body. Turning me around, he moved my hair to one side
as he began kissing my neck. Running his tongue along my skin, he moved down my
back, unzipping my dress. It fell to the floor and I was left standing in my
black lace bra and matching thong. Turning me back into his embrace, he
growled, lifting me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. In one swift
move, he set me down in the middle of my large soft bed and crawled on top of
me. I reached up and pulled him down, plunging my tongue into his mouth. We
both moaned with anticipation.

Moving to my neck, licking and nipping at my skin, he
unclasped the front of my bra and moved one hand to cup my breast. Kneading and
rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he moved his mouth to cover
the other breast. I moaned and pushed into him wanting more. He switched his
mouth to the other breast and slowly slid his hand down my body, across my
stomach and into my panties. I gasped as his fingers stroke my burning, moist
flesh.

“Oh bébé, you’re so wet for me,” he whispered softly into my
ear, nipping my earlobe hard and then licking and sucking it. Gently moving his
finger over my folds, one finger curved inside of me as his thumb circled my
clit. Panting, I pushed into his hand and he moved with me harder and faster
giving my body the stimulation it craved and I screamed as he brought me to a
delicious orgasm.

The orgasm was unbelievable, but it only left me wanting
more. I wanted to feel the heat and the weight of his body on mine. I wanted to
feel his skin pressed against me. I wanted to caress him. I wanted to lick him.

I unbuttoned his shirt kissing his smooth chest as I went.
As I slipped his shirt off his strong broad shoulders, revealing his firm
biceps, I kissed each one. I ran my hands across his firm pecs. Leaning forward
I nipped at each of his hardened nipples. He growled and stiffened as I lightly
skimmed across his tight rippling abs and traced his cut v-muscles with my
index finger. His tanned skin was so responsive to my touch. Reaching for the
waistband of his pants, I unhooked and unzipped them. I slipped my hand down
between his hot skin and boxer briefs rubbing his hard length, feeling how big
and ready he was for me. I wanted him to fill me now.

With my labored breath it took every ounce of control to
form actual words, “Evan, I want to feel you inside me.” He lightly pushed
away, stood and removed his pants slowly, too slowly for me. I begged softly,
“Please. Pleeeease… hurry.”

Softly growling, Evan whispered, “Be patient, bébé. All good
things are worth waiting for, and I promise you, this will be good.” He reached
into his pocket before dropping his pants to the ground and rolled a condom
onto his long, hard, thick shaft.

In one quick motion, Evan was back on top of me guiding his
cock over my clit, circling it, and then rubbing my moist folds. Over and over
again his cock circled my hot, swollen clit leaving me dizzy and waiting. The
wanting was driving me mad. I grasped the bed sheets to keep control when I
really wanted to scream “Fuck me now!” It felt amazing, but it was not enough.
I wanted him to stop torturing me! I wanted him to give me what I want.  Slowly
he slid in and out, inching in a little more each time until he filled me. I’d
never felt anything like this. My head was clouded by desire. My body was
flooded with sensations I had never felt before.

He whispered sweet words; his breath was hot against my ear.
“You are so tight and so wet for me, bébé. I don’t think I ever want to leave
your pussy.”

“Ooh, mon dieu!” I moaned at his words, moving with him
thrust for thrust. We moved faster and faster until suddenly I couldn't take
it. I wanted it harder…

“Fuck me. Harder. Please.” I was feeling out of control as
he was thrusting and plunging deep and hard. “Mmmm. Just. Like. That. Oh.
Don’t. Stop.”

“Bébé. You. Are. So. Fucking. Hot.” Evan was panting,
increasing his speed.

We screamed each other’s name as we released together. I
couldn't believe how hard I was pulsing around his cock. He kissed me
forcefully then pulled out of me. I felt an instant sense of loss, but he
rolled me next to him and pulled me tightly to his chest.

Being in this man’s arms was indescribable. It had been too
long since I’d felt such warmth. I think the truth was I’d never experienced
the way I felt about him right now. How? How can I feel something so deep for
him so quickly? What was it about him that feels so right? It didn’t feel wrong
to be with him. He was practically a stranger, but so familiar. There was a
connection to him. I did't think I was imagining it. Or was I?  Was I just
another female enthralled with his beauty?

“Bébé, what are you thinking about?” He nibbled at my
earlobe.

There was no way I would tell him what I was actually
thinking, so I told him what I hoped would entice him to keep his firm hold on
me. I purred softly into my pillow, “How good you feel wrapped around me.”

“I can make you feel even better.” He turned me to face him
and even in the dark those eyes penetrated my heart.

“Mmmm… how can you do that?”

“Let me show you.” He captured my mouth as he slid me under
his body. “I’ll give you a full demonstration.” I giggled and surrendered my
body to his full control.

“Oh mon dieu.” I may never survive this.

WHO IS THIS woman and what has she
done to me? I can't remember not wanting to run, not wanting to sneak out of
bed and out the door to avoid the awkward morning scenes. Usually after a night
of fucking I was ready to move on, but there was something about Melissa. Sex
had always been just sex to me, getting each other off and saying goodbye. It
wasn’t that I didn't care about who I was with. I did. I just never had any
intentions of letting anything become more than I wanted it to be. It’s crazy,
but I find myself wanting to pleasure Melissa until she is completely consumed
with me. I wanted her obsessed with me. I wanted her to beg me to never leave
her because I didn't want to be without her. How was it conceivable to think
that she was “the one” after only a few hours of being with her? I felt so
comfortable being with her. Something about her was so familiar, but it wasn’t
something I could put my finger on.

When I woke up this morning in her bed, my first thought was
that I want more of her. She looked so beautiful with her golden blonde hair
fanned out across her pillow. Long dark lashes resting on her rosy cheeks, and
oh that mouth, full pale red lips; a perfect fit for mine. Instead of attacking
her as I wanted to, I let her sleep. Getting up, I pulled on my pants and
headed for the kitchen.

In the light of day, I got a better view of her apartment.
Across the hall from the master bedroom was a library paneled in dark wood with
bookcases from floor to ceiling. A sliding ladder hung on rollers that ran the
length of the cases. One diamond-tucked sofa covered in caramel colored leather
faced two matching chairs. An ornate wooden table was placed between them. It
was all extremely masculine except for some fancy pillows and romantic novels
stacked on the table along with an illustrated Kama Sutra coffee table book.
Interesting.

Crossing through the living room, I saw two large undressed windows
that looked out onto the park. The view reminded me of being in a tree-house;
lush green tops of the trees against the backdrop of the buildings that ran
along Fifth Avenue on the opposite side of the park. Between the two windows
was a fireplace surrounded by an ornately carved white marble mantle. A black
grand piano sat in front of one of the windows, I wondered if she played. The
furnishings in the room were ridged; two sofas faced each other, covered in
traditional dark grey brushed velvet with pale grey piping. A glass top coffee
table between the sofas was topped with a few art books. The only signs of a
female touch were a few decorative pillows that looked as if they have been
tossed onto the sofas without much thought.

Next to the living room, two doors opened into a dining
room. A large standard rectangular wood table with plain wood chairs was placed
in the center of the room. A row of candles in simple glass holders served as
its centerpiece. The only item that stood out in the room that remotely
reminded me of Melissa was the crystal chandelier. It had a French flair, and
it was beautiful, like her.

Moving through a swinging door, I entered the kitchen. I
hadn't paid much attention to it last night because I was so turned on by the
vision sitting on the island in front of me. Now standing the kitchen, I noted
the cabinetry was a natural wood colour and the appliances were stainless
steel. Again the lighting fixtures captured me; four pendants above the island
appeared to be the only personal touch in the room. There was a big window with
an area perfect for an eat-in table that sat empty. Empty. That's how the
apartment felt; empty of emotion, nothing like the beautiful woman who was full
of emotion last night as I fucked her.

Across the hall from the kitchen, there were two more rooms;
a guest room with an en-suite bathroom and a powder room off the hallway. The
powder room had plain fixtures; stark and without decoration. The guest room
looked like a hotel room; no personal touches and definitely no warmth. It was
furnished with a standard queen-size bed and two nondescript nightstands topped
with plain lamps. Opposite the bed was a dresser with a flat screen TV and DVD
machine. Some exercise DVDs sat next to the player and on the floor were some
hand weights and a yoga mat. The en-suite bathroom was minus any décor besides
towels on a rack. There was a walk-in closet that looked like a storage
facility filled with shipping boxes marked with her last name along with the
words "mom" and "dad."  Large unpacked, taped up boxes had
gym equipment in them; a treadmill, elliptical machine, and exercise bike.
Melissa definitely had a very fit body and now I knew why.

Trying to figure out the puzzle to this apartment, I headed
back to the kitchen in search of food to make breakfast. I brewed some coffee
with something else that reminds me of Melissa; a French press. I sliced up
some fruit I found in her refrigerator and warmed up two croissants I found in
a white paper bakery bag on the counter. On a small tray I arranged the
croissants, coffee, fruit, cream and sugar along with two French bistro cups
that also reminded me of her.

Returning to the master bedroom, I set the tray on one of
the modest wood nightstands and looked around the room. I took note of the lack
of personality in her private space, similar to what I found throughout her
whole apartment. It felt like a hotel.  A place to stay but not to live.  There
were a couple touches that screamed Melissa; a playful leopard faux throw at
the end of the bed and a hot pink French club chair that sat in one corner.
Once again, there were no curtains, nothing to soften the edges of the large
stark windows that took up most of one wall.

The en-suite bathroom, however, seemed to fit her. I could
see by the collection of bath products, along with flowers and candles that she
loved taking baths. I could also envision a lot of playtime ahead for us in
that tub.

Her walk-in closet was filled with her scent; an enticing
bouquet of jasmine, orange blossoms with a slight hint of vanilla. Strappy
sandals, flat and high heeled, appeared to be her favourite type of footwear.
The colourful handbags, scarves, and hats hanging in this space represented how
I saw Melissa; playful and fun.

Hearing some movement of the sheets, I walked out of the
closet and gazed at the sleepy gorgeous figure nestled in the plain beige and
white linens. I moved to her, she stretched exposing her lush breasts. I
growled and hardened.

“Hey sexy!” I leaned over and attacked those great lips. “Ready
for some coffee and fruit?”

“Mmmm. No coffee. No fruit. Just you!”

She didn't need to convince me. I dropped my pants and
slipped between the sheets to be with her.  Right where I wanted to be.

Abruptly, she flipped back the covers and crawled over me,
her gorgeous ass up in the air. I reached out and ran my hand down her body,
“Oh bébé, your body makes me so fucking hard.”

She laughed and the plate of fruit she was reaching for went
flying all over the bed and us. Moving the plate back to the nightstand she
picked up a red, ripe, juicy strawberry bit it and made some yummy noises
saying how delicious it was.  Juice was dripping down her chin. I licked it
off. She took another bite, rubbing the strawberry all over her lips and
finished the strawberry. I attacked her mouth. Our tongues were sliding and
twisting, doing a mating dance.

Breaking our kiss, Melissa pushed me back and bit into
another strawberry. I watched her, anticipating her next move. She leaned
forward, close to my face. I thought she was going to kiss me, but instead she
slid the juicy berry along my bottom lip then sucked it into her mouth. I
moaned and reached for her, but she pulled back shaking her head no. With the
strawberry still in her hand she ran it down my neck, her tongue following its
path. My Melissa was toying with me. With a giggle and a naughty look on her
beautiful face, she playfully rubbed it across my chest then continued her
downward journey with the fruit and her tongue.

“You're driving me crazy, bébé.”

“I'm just getting started.” She moved down to my stomach.
“Look what I found” as she picked up a slice of cantaloupe stuck to my abs. She
took a bite and licked the spot where she found it and then raised up and fed
me the rest of the slice.

I said nothing. My eyes were locked with hers as I opened my
mouth and took a bite of the cantaloupe.

“Tastes even better served from your body,” she murmured as
she lightly trailed her tongue down my chest.

“Awwww, you're killing me, bébé.”

Giggling she looked up at me. I winked back at her. Her
tongue licked and flicked at the tip of my engorged cock. I growled at her as
she started running her tongue up and down my shaft.

“Oh yeah,” I whispered to myself, “You know just what I
like.”

“Mmmm” is all I heard as she moved her hand to the base of
my cock and slipped me into her warm, inviting mouth. Her mouth felt like
velvet as it clamped around me. She slowly sucked me in inch by inch as she
stroked and squeezed me.

Moaning, panting, I reached down to pull her up. “I can't
take much more, bébé.”

She pushed my hands away.

“Ssssh. Let me finish.” She sucked me harder, taking me
deeper into her mouth. I screamed her name and released into the back of her
throat. She licked me clean. Sitting back, Melissa grabbed another piece of
fruit, sucked on it and awarded me with a sexy as hell smile as she crawled
back up next to me. She bit off a piece of the fruit and stuck the other half
into my mouth. She's incredibly hot. I wanted her to be mine. I could look at
her all day, sucking her swollen, puffy red lips; I could kiss those lips
forever. Where are “mine” and “forever” coming from?

I rolled her back, squishing fruit into the bed. I scooped
up some mashed fruit, rubbed it on her neck and licked it off.

“Mmmm, you're right. The fruit does taste delicious served
from your body.”

Taking a strawberry, I bit it and rubbed it on her nipples.
I feasted on her breasts, loving how her nipples hardened and responded to my
touch. Hearing her moans, I grabbed more fruit. Rubbing it on her stomach, I
devoured every last bite.

Grabbing a piece of banana, I gave her an evil look. Her
breath caught in anticipation as she watched me lower the banana between her
legs. Licking her lips, she started breathing in soft gasps. “What are you
going to do with that?”

I raised an eyebrow at her and rubbed the firm banana across
her folds. I heard a sharp gasp escape her lips, followed by moaning as I
continued sliding the banana around her clit before I moved it further down and
slipped it inside of her.

“Ooh mon dieu, monsieur. What are you doing to moi?” I loved
her little French outbursts.

Pulling out the piece of banana, I popped it into my mouth.
“Oh my, bébé, you taste so delicious.” I whispered, my breath hot on her clit.
I replaced the banana with my tongue, plunging in and out of her delicious
pussy, sliding my tongue along her folds and then sucking her clit into my
mouth. Inserting one finger then another into her, I fucked her with my fingers
until she was screaming my name, thrusting her mound into my mouth and grabbing
my hair tightly in her fists. I held her waist tight and licked her until her
climax eased.

After placing a few kisses on her hip, I moved up her body
and captured her lips. She wrapped her arms around my neck, lacing her fingers
into my hair, tugging me closer to deepen the kiss. Sitting up, I scooped her
into my arms and carried her into the bathroom. “Time to wash off the fruit,
bébé.”

“I don't think I will ever look at a plate of fruit the same
way again,” Melissa giggled.

“Me either.” I laughed.

With Melissa in my arms, I stepped into her walk-in shower
and turned on the water, waiting until the temperature was just right before
stepping into the warm spray. I started to slide her down my body as the water
cascades over us. Feeling my erection against her, she wrapped her legs tightly
around my waist, rubbing herself against me. Making me even harder. I wanted to
be in her.

“Hold on tight, bébé. Time for a ride.” I pushed her up
against the shower wall as I plunged into her, “You're so wet and tight. I love
how you feel, ma cherie.”

“Aah, monsieur, what you do to moi,” she moaned into my ear.

Picking up the pace, we met each other thrust for thrust. I
devoured her mouth mimicking our fucking until I could barely breathe. We were
in perfect rhythm with each other. We were both moaning and screaming, coming
together. I was delirious with desire.

Reluctantly, I separated us. Lowering her, I reached for the
shampoo. I have had many women ask me to wash their hair, and I have done as
they have requested. But never before have I been so moved to do this without
prompting, to give this beautiful woman the deeply erotic sensation of having a
man who desperately wanted to please her, wash her hair. With slow gentle
strokes, I lathered the shampoo into her thick hair. My fingers moved slowly. 
Expertly. They kneaded over and around her head as I massaged her to a place of
intimate pleasure. Moaning softly, she tilted her head back into my hands,
asking for more. Never had this been such a sensuous and sexual experience for
me. As the soaps rinsed from her hair, I found myself memorizing her skin,
memorizing what it felt like to touch her. As I reached for the soap and move
it over the skin I have so closely studied, I wonder if I would be given the
chance to do this again and again and again. Pushing aside those thoughts, I
washed my own hair and then with a little help from her, I washed my body as
quickly as I can. I didn't want her to do anything for me right now. I wanted
it to be all for her. For my Melissa. For ma cherie.