Colors of Paris ◇ Elijah Stevenson

Chapter Nineteen

Songs for this chapter: Moon in the Mind by Ed Askew and Your Love by the Outfield (Give a listen to both of these songs as you read. Trust me.)

Here is my favorite chapter so far. I really hope you enjoy this as it has an important element in it.

Chapter Nineteen

H

is eyes. The dark pupils that can look into any soul that ever passes him and gives him a time of day.

His hair. The thickness and fullness radiating off of the chestnut color I never knew could be so attractive.

His lips...as they don't hold that frown I thought they would have. Instead he holds a small grin. Maybe even a smirk as he pulls me to him.

Our breath. Our eyes. Our chests rising and falling in synch. His hands move closer to the end of my waist and with just one simple touch I am putty in his hands once again.

"I hope you understand I couldn't ever be mad at you. You broke your own cover but not the both of ours," he murmurs in my ear as he hugs me tightly to him.

My breath hitches as he works his hand over to my front. He stops it right where my belly button is suppose to be.

"I love how this dress looks on you," he says as he has one hand on the back of the dress and the other alongside where it was. "I would like to see it off of you though."

He unzips it and with one movement it was to the floor. I was exposed to him besides being in small lingerie.

"Your body makes me feel...things I haven't felt before, Mads," he brushes his lips to mine and I kiss him before he has time to react fully.

His tongue finds my lips as he begs for me to let him gain access. I don't let him but instead I turn us around and push him lightly to the bed that is in the room.

The white comforter (that probably is worth more than what my whole room was worth) is vibrant as he sits down. He is caught off guard as I kiss him near his nape then to the other side of his neck that could be any guys weakness.

He moans lightly underneath my touch and I pull away.

He opens his eyes that must have closed and then breathes a hard breath. His breathless voice appears with lust and confusion as he asks in a whisper, "what are you doing?"

By this point he has his dress shirt off and the colored tie I thought was going to be hot on him is on the floor.

I slip out of my heels and smile at him, "pick your dose. I'll be your poison, Stevenson."

"You haven't ever done anything..." he trails off.

I make my way to him again and smile down as his hand brushes my thigh, "I can learn."

He breathes out air and then smiles back. He takes off his shoes and socks, "what do you want to learn?" His smile grows as I watch him unbutton his pants.

"I want to-" I pause and then see him stop. I feel so cautious about that and so I put my hands on my eyes and then sit next to him on the bed, "I really want to."

Elijah puts his arm around me and pulls me to him, "don't feel pressure Maddi. You don't have to do anything if you don't want to."

I take my hands from my eyes, "no want you so bad."

His eyes meet mine and we stay there for what seemed to be minutes. His arms around me. His eyes on mine. I hold my glaze as he works one hand up my thigh, "what if I show you something I can do for you. Then if you want to you can try to learn whatever it is you want."