Flash Serial:The New Canvas ~ Part 11

This is a continuation of a serial piece of erotic fiction.  You may wish to start at the beginning,here.

The body in his arms felt perfect.  Victor couldn’t remember the last time he’d woke with a woman in his arms, perfect ass cradling his morning hardon; he wondered at such a vivid dream.  He nuzzled his face into the warm neck before him, rocked his hips, sliding his cock through the soft crease.  Some small part of his mind pondered if this was what Alexandra would feel like in his arms, if she would smell so delicious, so mouthwatering.  She arched into him, hips pushing back, neck arching, offering more to him.  A low hungry growl rumbled in his throat and his lips parted to taste the proferred skin.  She moaned, the sound making his blood pulse, and he rolled into her, pushing Alexandra onto her stomach.  His dream woman lifted her hips so readily he groaned and pulled her back to him by her waist.

“Yess,” she hissed and cold reality poured down his spine as he felt the bunched skirt around Alexandra’s waist, glimpsed her bowed spine and tousled hair in the dim light of morning.  Victor threw himself back, landing on the floor with a thud, cock rigid and tumescent, blood hot with desire.  He shook.  Alexandra twisted around and knelt, arms wrapping around herself, expression shrouded in shadows.

“I’m sorry.  That should never have happened.”  The words came out strangled, clipped and she jerked as if struck.  He growled under his breath, turned and stalked to the bathroom, twisting the water on and stepping under the icy needles of the spray.

~*~

He emerged half an hour later chilled but calmed, his erection gone.  She waited in his kitchen, back to him, hands wrapped around one of his chipped coffee mugs.  Victor had hoped she would leave, flee.  “I hope I made the coffee to your liking,” she said without turning.  Her voice was sparse, hushed, and he felt the leadweight of guilt settle in his stomach. The sunwarmed floor radiated into the soles of his feet as he entered the kitchen.

“I’m sorry, Alexandra,” he said gently.  She kept her eyes fixed on her coffee and shrugged a shoulder.  He sighed and crossed to the other side of the island, leaning against the counter and touching a finger to her chin.  He heard her swallow as she tilted her head, bringing shadowed, haunted eyes to his.  His body hummed with awareness at her nearness, cock stirring once again.  Her gaze searched his and he clenched his jaw as she leaned, near imperceptively, into his touch.  Never had a woman crawled so easily, so thoroughly under his skin.  Victor didn’t know how to handle it.

She broke the silence first.  “I can’t help that I want you.”  His gut lurched and cock throbbed with the surge of blood; he closed his eyes, searching for control.  Her hands pressed against his jaws, and he  growled when her lips brushed his.

“I don’t sleep with clients, Alexandra,” he said, barely recognizing his own voice.  Her lips returned, more insistent, tongue slipping out to taste the curve of his lower lip.  He groaned, restraint cracking, dropped his hands  to her hips and pulled her into him.  Her wanton whimper made his blood run hot and he buried his hands in her hair, giving in to the need to savage her mouth.  Victor slanted his lips  against her, kissing her hard, tongue demanding entrance, plunging into her hot mouth when she opened to him.  He had to taste her, had to feel her, just for a moment, just to get her out of his system.

Continue reading in part 12 of The New Canvas

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1 Comment

  1. yeeeaaahhh right.. just for a moment… just a taste… you naughty Victor you. *wink*


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