Veraciously Yours,

Vainly Vengeful

Surprised how smooth his lips were on, Zeva didn't know how to react to it. Instincts guided her to open her mouth, let his tongue in but she was so caught up with meeting Gander, she couldn't help but close her mouth.

He pulled back, looking at her straight. "What's wrong?" The youth in his eyes just told her what she had been doing with this boy was wrong and now that he had taken the lead, pulling her into his trap was wrong.

"You should let me go, Javier." Zeva whispered. "This is not right."

His arms tightened and then they were gone. "Wow, aren't you a hypocritical bitch?"

She winced but she ignored his words. "Why did you bring me here?"

"Because it's my house."

"No, it's not. It's Gander's." She must have said his name wrong or something because the look on Javier's face was the look to kill.

"Why do you care? Don't tell me you are still in love with him." Javier's eyes almost softened in question. What was happening here? Did he...not like the fact that she dated his father?
Before she could even respond, his eyes glared in maximum hate.

"I should have known. I remember you...from my father's words. The way he talked about you. Described you. Told me he never met anyone like you." She took in a deep breath when he said those words. Really?

"Oh wait, that's the way he talks about all of his girlfriends. My bad." He chuckled. His hair moving with the way each chuckle broke her heart. Why was she so naive? Why was she letting herself get hurt after hurt? What is wrong with her?

"I'm tired. Please put me to bed." She turned around, eyeing the large double bed sitting in the middle of the vast room. She was about to move towards it when she was yanked back to him, his breath in her ear.

"Not until we give you a bath." Her body shuddered at hearing his low voice. Her nipples hardened. Oh crap.

He pushed her to the adjacent door, likely to be the bathroom. Her spine straightened when she noted the lavender walls surrounding them and the click of the bathroom door closing. She was still standing with her back to him. Instead of feeling scared, she felt excited. Maybe she was bipolar. One minute she didn't want his lips. The second she was waiting in anticipation what he might do next.

Javier's breathing got intense. Like he was almost scared. His hands tingled right before they touched her clothes and in a slow agonizing pace, her clothes came off one by one. Her white bra strap was lose and off one shoulder. Her tight white thong were nothing but straps and strings. His crotch tightened. She was standing like she was waiting for him.
It got him confused. The woman didn't want him but also want him. It's making him all kind of crazy.

So he turned to the shower, turning on the knob. Steam filling in the room making him go easy on his breaths. "Come here, Zeva." His voice croaked a bit.

She didn't move at first. He was about to command her again but he saw her turn and lead herself into the stall. The shower stall was big but it felt small. The feeling of the light spray of water flickering on their heated skin, making their clothes drench and sodden. Maybe he didn't think this through as Javier watcher bra and panties stick to her soft skin. Her hair was wet and slick around her beautiful face. He took a step towards her, smiling to himself when he saw her shiver visibly. His hand moved to her shoulder, groaning silently when he felt how soft and small she was under his palm. He held her by her shoulder for a minute and then, it ran down her shoulder, taking her bra strap down till the cup of bra fell off her, baring her breast. Her nipple was so tight, it budded like a rose.

He licked his lips, feeling the water, feeling the heat. Wanting to feel her skin. When he looked up, he found her watching him. With curiosity and darkened warmth. She gasped when he palmed her breast. His hand felt smooth, knew what to do. She liked it, if she were being honest to herself. God save her as she withdrew her held breath when she felt his hand glide across her waist, reaching behind to unsnap her bra. The sodden fabric fell slowly, soppily.

"Do you know how many times I wanted to touch you...like this?" He rasped. Her sex clenched.

He continued,"Do you know how many times I watched you...thinking about how I will undress you...slow and nice...like this?" His hands fell to her hair. The texture of how he touched her was soft. Nice...unexpected. His hands were in no rush. They reached down her body, petting her breasts. Her nipples were so pointed she felt them prickling his palms.

Her eyes were locked on his as he reached further down, leading to her panties. She knew she was wet as she pressed her thighs further. His mouth was firm. He snuggled his palm between her thighs, cupping her sex.

He groaned, "Jesus."

Her hands were behind her, she was bare open to this man. She could do nothing but be vulnerable to him. She was feeling things. Her body shaking. Her fingers clenching. Her thighs shivering. Her sex clamping.

He slid her panties to the side, working his finger into her sex. Her breasts jutted out, her mouth hanging open as she felt him so inside her. She made a small whimper and it lit fire in his eyes.

"You are so fucking...wild." He whispered as he worked his finger in and out of her. Taking his time, setting the pace, making her lose her mind. It's like mental torture. Except the pleasure was like a dragon's breath.

"Javier..." She moaned as she rode his hand. Her hips undulating in a rhythm so voluptuous and raw, he bit his lip. His own hard on wa a throbbing him under his wet jeans. He wanted to release the poor fellow but for some reason her coming apart was more important. Her pleasure was vital to him.

"I love the way you say my name. Say it again. For me." He thrusted his finger faster, adding his thumb to her clit. Rubbing that fat plum muscle faster. He leaned down, taking her lips into his. His tongue stroking hers. It was too much. Not enough.

She shook against him as he left her mouth, trailing scorching kisses against her neck. Moving down to her aching breasts, licking and sucking her sharp nipples into his mouth. She whimpered his name. The shower hitting their skin, making everything wet and sticky. It was a feeling of addiction. It was like chocolate. All so good. All so juicy. All so yummy.

Then, she felt her peak arriving. He yanked on her nipple with his teeth one last time then pulled away, to watch her face. She closed her eyes but he commanded, "Open them. Watch me watch you, Zeva."

She bit her bottom lip, the waves of her arousal reaching its pinnacle arrived with a sharp jerk of her hips, her body convulsed like a boat in a storm. Her mouth open, her face bore the expression of thunder struck pleasure as she rode the wave of high winds of ecstasy.

She loved the feeling. She was naked to him. While he was in his clothes, she was bare. She felt feminine and beautiful. What was worse....she felt happy. Immediately, that froze her. Careful, Zeva. Don't fall....again.

As if he could hear her thoughts, Javier straightened. He quickly untied her hands and said in a harsh soft voice,"Wash up. Don't try anything. It will only make things worse."