Melody… Eva


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The lights shine down on his red hair, making it look even fierier than usual.

I love watching him set up.

His fingers adjusting the tuning keys, head tilted at an angle as he plucks the strings and listens to the pitch.

If the people here knew what he does to me with those fingers…

He looks up, his eyes find my face and he smiles a slow sexy smile at me, sending shivers through my body.

We have spent almost every night together since our first night together last week, quickly establishing a routine of him meeting me from work, walking to my apartment where we eat and talk and of course make love over and over again.

His student-like lifestyle, sharing a messy house with his mates, means we always stay at my place. He spends his days teaching guitar and writing and I go to work, all the time thinking of him.

It scares me how much I want him. I know I am falling in love with him. I already was even before we got together. Just watching him, listening to his beautiful lyrics and melodies were enough to captivate me.

He is so much younger than me, 24 to my 32.

That worries me.

And confuses me. He could have a younger woman, so why chose me? If I allow myself to fall for him, I am risking him losing interest, dropping me for a younger model once the novelty of the cougar wears off.

I’m not sure my heart could take that.

“Hi guys, thanks for coming tonight. I’m gonna open with a brand new song, I just finished it this afternoon. It’s for someone very special, hope you guys like it.”

I snap myself out of my brooding and look at him, finding his eyes on me, head tilted in curiosity. He has noticed my pensive face I guess. Damn!

He leans in to the mic, starts to pluck the strings, playing an intricate slow melody, and his voice soars as he sings,

my sweet, sweet, sweetheart,

if I could be with you tonight

i would offer myself to you

every part

everything

anything

that you want would be yours

is yours

i

am

yours

if I could be with you tonight…

It’s beautiful.

His voice cracks on the hook, his eyes closed, head swaying to the beat, he is lost in the music.

He opens his eyes and looks directly at me and I realise he has written this for me.

I watch his long fingers expertly manipulate the guitar strings, coaxing the sweet melody from the curved instrument, exactly  the way they draw moans and cries of pleasure from my body.

This morning we had showered together.

He sang to me as he washed my hair, massaging my scalp with those fingers.

He soaped my body with those fingers, washing every inch of me, his eyes following his hands as they travelled over my skin.

I had washed him back, tracing my fingers over his flawless, pale white skin, marveling at him, his beauty.

His arms had lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around him, he pressed me against the shower wall and entered me slowly, not kissing me but looking straight into my eyes.

It was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced.

Him filling me deeply, totally, holding my ass in his hands, eyes locked onto mine as he fucked me slowly under the hot stream of water.

It was all I could do not to cry out “I love you,” as I came.

Now, looking at him singing this beautiful new song for me, to me, I wondered if he could be in love with me too?

He finishes the song and the crowd applauds and whoops in appreciation, “Thanks guys. That one was straight from the heart,” he smiles, and begins to play another song.

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*another nod to my new pal  http://warmcreme.wordpress.com for a very sweet turn of phrase that I shamelessly stole!

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Play Me… Eva

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I rest my head on Jay’s chest, his light dusting of ginger hair tickles my nose.

We are breathing hard, exhausted from the frantic love-making.

I still can’t really believe this has just happened. One minute I was helping him get dry, the next thing I know, I’m naked in front of him. I don’t know what came over me!

I saw his eyes looking at my soaked dress and I knew, in that moment, that he wanted me too.

I feel him kissing the top of my head, his fingers trace the skin along my spine.

Lifting my head to meet his eyes, I smile at him and feel my heart skip when he grins back at me.

“Eva, that was awesome. You are awesome!” I giggle at his words and kiss his mouth, his stubble rough against my face.

I wonder if he wants to stay or run?

“You tired?” he asks.

I shake my head and he laughs, “Cool, I am, but I want to stay awake and look at you,” he plays with my hair and I roll over so we lie facing each other, hands tucked under our chins.

I wake to the smell of fresh coffee and the sound of his voice singing softly. Opening my eyes, I see him sitting on the edge of the bed in his boxers, with a mug of steaming coffee in his hand, one for me on my side table.

“Morning beautiful,” he leans down and kisses me softly, brushing my messed up hair off my face.

We had talked until the early hours, swapping stories and secrets, until sleep had finally won out and we had drifted off, wrapped in each other’s arms.

I can’t believe my luck.  This beautiful, talented, young guy wanted me, wants me!

I sit up and sip my coffee, smiling at him.

“You busy today honey? You gotta work?” he asks me.

I do have to work and it is the very last thing I want to do. I want nothing more than to spend every second of today with him. I can’t possibly tell him that, it would scare him off.

“Yeah, fucking work…” I shrug.

“Wish you were the type to call in sick and spend today with me. I got aaaaall day and no plans…” he raise his eyebrows and grins impishly at me.

He wants to be with me too!?

“Aha! You really don’t know me do you? I am all about calling in sick!” I giggle.

“Awesome! Do it Eva! Let’s take the day for us, yeah?”

Grinning, I reach for my phone.

I sit, chin deep, in the warm bubbles, and watch him pull off his boxers and throw them on the floor. His alabaster skin glows.

Climbing in behind me, he sinks his body down, pulling me back to rest on his chest. His legs wrap around mine. He lifts them and places his feet between my calves, pulling my legs open. It creates a slight wave and the lapping hot water against my sex elicits a gasp from my lips.

He rests his arms over my shoulders and nuzzles in, kissing the side of my neck.

I turn my face up towards his, my lips meet his and I savour his tongue in my mouth.

His hands slide down to cup my breasts, thumbs strumming over my hard nipples as if they are his guitar strings.

I moan into his mouth and press back against him, arching my back to fill his hands more.

His calloused fingers and thumbs play with my sensitive nipples, stroking and gently plucking them.

He is playing me and I am his more than willing instrument.

One hand glides down my body and sits, cupping my smooth mound, just resting there, making me throb more than ever. Slowly, his fingers begin to tease me, rubbing, caressing me.

My arm reached back around his neck, I pull his kiss deeper into me.

I snake my other hand between the small of my back and his body and take his erection into my hand.

Stroking him, kissing him, feeling his fingers, dexterous over my clit and my nipple, I surrender to the explosion that begins between my legs, spreading to the pit of my belly, up through my breasts, my body, to my scalp.

Crying out “Jay!” I keep stroking him, faster, my tongue licking his, as he spasms against me, lost in his own orgasm.

I lie back into him, his arms wrapped around me, his face in my damp, sweat soaked hair.

I know that, whatever happens in the future, I will never be touched like that by any other man.

Many thanks to http://warmcreme.wordpress.com for kindly granting me permission to use the image of his hands playing guitar. He is a doll!

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One… Jay

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It was a good gig tonight.

Decent crowd.

One woman caught my eye in particular. She was with a bunch of friends who were talking nonstop, but she wasn’t. She was totally focused on me. Never took her eyes from me all night.

She looked good. Small. Maybe 26-28? Dark brown hair and pale skin.

Slim but curvy, I noticed that when she stood to go to the bar.

Yeah, she looked really good.

She’s back again, third Wednesday in a row. Alone, no friends.

I smiled at her last week and she blushed. That made me smile even more.

I’m glad she’s back. The more I see her, the more I see that she is really very beautiful.

Like a tiny little doll… with a sparkle in her eyes and those curves.

Another gig.

I sit and adjust the mic and scan the room.

She’s there. Her usual glass of red wine in front of her. Wearing skinny jeans and very sexy boots. Her top skims her shoulders, revealing fine collarbones and her slim neck.

I raise my beer towards her, Cheers!

That smile!

So pretty and so shy. But she raises her glass in return and I see a glint of mischief in her eyes.

I wonder what colour they are? I can’t see from here.

I ask Angie behind the bar what wine she drinks, pointing her out.

Feeling stupidly nervous I bring the Cab Sav over to her table.

“Hi, red? Yes?” I offer her the glass and put my beer down on the table, “May I join you? I’ve seen you here every week, thought I owed you a drink at least.”

“Why the fuck am I bouncing from one foot to another?! Stop looking so fucking nervous, man!”

SHE ACCEPTS!

I sit.

Her eyes are green. Like, intensely green, and big, surrounded by thick black lashes.

Her mouth is small, like her, and she has high cheekbones.

We talk, mostly about music.

She’s funny and laughs a lot. She has a habit of stroking her collarbones, which is driving me fucking crazy. I want to trace my fingers across them. And more.

She says she has to go but I don’t want to stop yet. She looks wary when I offer to walk her home. I guess she’s right to be cautious, I could be a serial killer for all she knows.

I don’t want to scare her off so I hold my hands up in a kind of Hey, I’m innocent, you’re safe, gesture, and say “I just want to see you home safe, you’re basically my number one fan!”

She laughs again.

I love walking with her. I want so badly to reach out and take her hand but I don’t. I’ve never been good at making a move on a girl.

But this is no girl. She’s a woman. She looks nowhere near her age of 32.

When we reach her door I think Fuck it! and give her a hug and ask if she will be at my next gig.

Her body feels so good in my arms, so small and delicate, but her grip is strong.

I wish I was brave enough to kiss her.

I’m such a fucking idiot.

As I end the hug I see a flush on her cheeks and wonder does she perhaps feel the same as me?

I go through my usual routine before starting to play.

My eyes find her in the crowd.

“Hi guys, tonight this first song is for my number one fan, they know who they are…”

I see her reaction and it makes me smile. She looks completely thrown!

I play her favourite song, right to her, my eyes meeting hers as I sing.

She looks beautiful, smiling at me.

She’s wriggling slightly in her seat.

I think she wants this too.

“Hey! Great to see you!” I put the glass of red wine in front of her and sit next to her. Our thighs brush against each other and I feel a stirring in my jeans.

She is wearing a pretty, light summer dress tonight. She looks so good.

I want her. I want to know what’s underneath that dress.

She is squeezing my arm.

“Thanks for playing that song. That was amazing!”

Taking a breath, I put my hand over her tiny hand and stroke her knuckles.

Our glasses are empty so I go for it, “So, home again? Can I walk with you?”

We have to run to her place because a sudden summer thunderstorm hits us, leaving us both drenched and breathless. Her hair is soaking when we finally throw ourselves through her complex door.

“Look, I can’t send you back out like that, come up and dry off and wait for this to pass,” she blushes.

“Finally! Is this how its going to go down?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Inside her apartment she takes off her light coat and I can’t help but look. Her dress is plastered to her body and has been made totally see-through from the shower.

Her pale lace bra reveals her nipples, hard and erect from the cold rain. I wonder how they would feel in my mouth.

“Your jeans,” she says, snapping me out of my reverie.

I look down and see that I’m dripping all over her floor. I strip to my boxers, hoping she can’t see the effect she’s had on me. She takes my wet clothes and brings me a towel.

I watch in wonder as she slowly takes her dress and bra off.

Her tits are fucking amazing! Full and round and all I want to do is touch them.

She starts drying my hair with the towel. I watch as her breasts jiggle, feeling my erection growing in my boxers.

I have to touch them.

I squeeze her breasts together and pinch her hard nipples between my fingers, hearing her groan with pleasure.

She is kissing me, pulling my head down to hers and licking my lips and tongue.

I want her.

Now.

I lift her up, her legs wrapping themselves around me and I ask, “Where?”, my mouth on hers.

She points at a door and I carry her inside to her bedroom.

I place her on the bed and lie on top of her, kissing her, sucking her tongue and running my hands over her body. She feels fucking amazing, her breasts are soft and warm, her stomach flat and toned.

I can’t believe I’m here.

Doing this.

With her!

I take her nipple into my mouth, trace my teeth over it and  suck on it hungrily. She’s running her fingers through my hair and moaning, grinding her hips against me. My hand runs down her body to her tiny lace underpants and I reach between her legs. They are soaked through… she is so wet for me.

Pulling them aside I slide my finger inside her, she is velvety smooth and warm.

She pulls my head back up to kiss her mouth and our tongues meet again as I stroke her slippery wetness. She rolls me over so she is on top of me and starts kissing her way down my neck and chest. I feel my balls tighten as I realize what she’s about to do.

Her hand is around my cock, stroking it and I feel her wet tongue lick me from the base of it to the tip, where she’s takes me into her mouth, all the way back to her throat. Jesus! This feels fucking awesome! She’s sucking my whole cock, licking the ridge and tip as she looks up and makes eye contact with me.

Fuck! This is hot!

She smiles at me, actually smiles! A sparkle of pure mischief in her green eyes.

Her mouth and hand keep fucking me and I’m scared now that I going to come. My hips are bucking into her mouth. I pull her up to kiss her mouth and decide it’s my turn to taste her.

I flip her onto her back. I kiss and lick my way all down her gorgeous body, pulling her underwear down over her hips and off completely.

I part her legs and look at her.

Beautiful.

Completely smooth expect of a small patch of soft dark hair just over her mound. I can see her wetness and I want to taste it. I tease her by planting gentle kisses along the inside of her thighs, running my nose along her slit.

She smells intoxicating. I could never get tired of doing this.

She moans in pleasure and frustration.

The first taste is sublime.

She is so soft, and sweet! I suck gently on her clit and hear her groan, her hands in my hair, she opens her legs wider. I plunge my tongue into her and rub her with my hand at the same time. She wraps her leg over my shoulder and I pull out and lick, suck and kiss her clit again. Her cry as she tenses up and spasms is throaty and hoarse. Her hand in my hair grabs and I see her other hand clenching the sheet into a ball as she comes hard against my mouth.

Her tongue in my mouth tasting herself, she rolls me over onto my back and lowers herself onto my hard cock.

Aw fuck!

She’s so tight and wet! Her velvet walls grip me as she moves slowly over me. Her hands resting my chest, pushing her tits together, she looks right into my eyes as she grinds against me. She sits up straight, arching her back and grabbing my thighs behind her ass, her tits raised high and bouncing as she increases her pace.

Crying out, “Oh! Nuh! Aaahhh!” I reach up and cup her breasts gently, letting them bounce in my hands.

Her head thrown back, hips bucking and thrusting against me I know I’m going to come.

Tightness, starting in my balls, and out throughout my entire body, sight blurring, hearing fading, an explosion of pleasure as I spurt into her.

I hear her cry out to and feel her walls tighten even more around me as she comes again too, squeezing me firmly.

Opening our eyes we connect and smile at each other. She lies down on my chest and sighs contentedly as I feel myself shrink out of her.

Feeling sleepy and happy and completely satisfied, I kiss the top of her head.

That was fucking awesome.

SHE is fucking awesome!

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One… Eva

FullSizeRenderThe stage light caught his shock of copper hair and the moisture glistening on his lips, his eyes tightly closed as his fingers picked expertly at the strings, his high voice cracking ever so slightly with emotion as he sang the beautiful lyrics.

I was mesmerized.

My friends were talking, but I had ceased to listen long ago.

All I was aware of was him.

This beautiful boy, with the whitest, clearest skin I have ever seen, and his brilliant mess of red hair, had captivated me completely.

His sweet voice, ranging from deep and throaty then soaring high and melodious, hitting every note to perfection, made every hair on my body stand up.

Watching his lips move amidst his tawny red stubble, and his face betraying the deep sad emotion of his song, I felt shivers run down my spine.

The song ended.

He opened his eyes and smiled at the audience, it lit his face up. He looked like a young angel.

His smile made me fall in love.

I am back at the bar. Alone this time.

It has been a week since I first saw and heard him. He sits on his stool, guitar across his lap and adjusts the microphone. He looks at ease, the stage is his home.

His fingers reach down and lift a glass of beer from his feet to his lips and he takes a long drink, almost draining the glass.

“Hi guys, um… hope you like this one…”

He begins to play his guitar, fingers nimble and fast as he strums out a fast paced melody and his throaty south English accent raps out a rapid and angry rhythm.

His head shakes from side to side along with the beat, and he occasionally slaps the side of guitar with his palm, which makes my breath catch in my throat.

I wonder does he slap during sex too?

Someone with this much passion must be an amazing lover.

The next song is soft, sweet and gentle.

How can he switch so quickly from anger to bittersweet sadness?

I am intrigued by him.

Spellbound.

Enchanted.

It is my forth Wednesday night at the bar.

He saw me the second and third times and smiled in recognition. My heart had flipped in my chest.

As he sits this time, he raises his glass of beer in a cheers gesture towards me. I smile shyly and lift my red wine in return. He grins at me. I blush and smile back.

I am finishing my drink. He has left the stage after completing his set.

As I drain my glass, I feel a presence at my side and look up.

“Hi, red? Yes?” and he offers me another glass of wine, puts his beer down on the table, “May I join you? I’ve seen you here every week, thought I owed you a drink at least,” he kind of bounces from one foot to another, nervously.

“Thank you! Please join me,” I struggle to sound more calm and confident than I feel.

My heart is racing. I feel the blood rushing through my veins and pounding in my eardrums. I try to control my breathing.

He sits next to me.

“I’ve been so glad to see you come back every week.”

“Well, why wouldn’t I? I love your music and your voice. And hey, do you write all your own songs?” his gentle voice and hunched up shoulders have made me feel relaxed.

He is nervous!

We talk, about his music, music he likes, music I like, and he offers me another drink.

“I’d really love to, but I’ve had quite a few already and I need to walk home.”

“You can’t walk home alone now! Will you let me walk with you?”

I am stunned and don’t know how to respond.

He holds his hands up in an I’m innocent gesture, “I just want to see you home safe, you’re basically my number one fan!”

I laugh and accept his offer.

Nothing happened that night.

We walked and talked some more. He was funny and sweet and really listened to me when I spoke.

At my door, he leaned in and gave me a hug, and said, “Will I see you at the bar again?”

I gave in to the hug and closed my eyes, wishing he would not stop at the embrace. As he pulled away, I briefly fantasized about grabbing him and pressing my body against his and kissing him long and deep.

“I’ll be there Jay, your number one fan can’t go letting you down, can I?” I smiled, feeling a flash of shame, as if he could tell what I had been thinking about.

“Ace! Have a good week Eva,” he turned and walked back down the road.

I let myself into my apartment complex and up the elevator to my place. I had the elevator to myself and ran my fingers across my lips slightly licking them, imaging his lips on mine.

I was desperate to get inside my apartment.

I tore my coat off as soon as I closed my door went straight into my bedroom.

Sitting on my bed against the headboard I slipped my jeans and underwear down over my hips and threw them onto the floor. My fingers sank deep inside myself, I was wet and hot and more aroused than I had been in months. My other hand slipped up under my top and stroked my breast under my bra. Sliding my fingers inside the bra cup, my fingers found my nipple hard and erect. I pulled on it as my fingers worked on myself between my legs.

I knew this was not going to take long, as I pictured his face buried between my legs were my hand was, his shaggy red hair contrasting against my smoothness.

I cried out as I felt my orgasm flood over me, my head turned against the headboard, lost in the ecstasy of the moment.

Wednesday.

All I can think about is tonight at the bar. I want to look good for him, so I leave work early and rush home to prepare.

Lying in the hot bubble bath, I think of his lovely, young face, his throaty voice, with that accent that drives me crazy.

I know he is young, 24 compared to my 32, but I don’t care.

I still look good… slim, toned, fit.

I could teach him things.

Again, as I have done every day since last week, my fingers sink down and I come, very quickly, splashing water over the edge of the bath.

He goes through his usual routine before starting to play. Sits, adjusts, drinks.

He looks up and smiles at the audience, his eyes searching until they land on me.

“Hi guys, tonight this first song is for my number one fan, they know who they are…”

I breathe in quickly, I can’t believe he said that!

He begins to play what I told him last week was my favourite song of his.

As he sings he constantly raises his head from the guitar strings to meet my eyes.

I feel heat and pulsing between my legs, I squirm in my seat.

As the song finishes he smiles his angelic smile right at me and I notice some people glance over in my direction.

“Hey! Great to see you!” he places a glass of red wine in front of me and sits. His face is beaming with happiness.

His hair looks messier than ever and I look into his eyes, the palest sea green/blue I have ever seen framed by long, feathery, strawberry blond eyelashes.

I want him so badly.

I reach out my hand and touch his arm. He glances down at my hand and smiles more.

“Thanks for playing that song. That was amazing,” I tell him and squeeze his arm gently.

He puts his hand over mine and runs his fingers over my knuckles, “I wanted to do something as a way to say thanks for your support.”

As our drinks are drained he looks sideways at me, from underneath his flop of hair his eyes look shy, “So, home again? Can I walk with you?”

Again we never run out of things to talk about as he walks me home.

A crack of thunder rings out overhead and, out of nowhere, hard heavy rain plummets down onto us.

“Fuck!” I scream and start to run.

He grabs my hand and runs with me. My apartment block is within sight and we fall inside the main entrance door. Looking at each other, we burst out laughing. We are completely drenched and breathless. His hair is plastered to his head, his tee-shirt and hoodie dark with water.

“Look, I can’t send you back out like that, come up and dry off and wait for this to pass,” I say it before I think.

He nods, dripping water onto the floor from his hair, “Yeah, thanks.”

Inside my apartment I peel off my light coat and he does the same with is hoodie. His tee-shirt is stuck to his body like a second skin. I bring him a towel and he pulls his shirt up over his head and dries himself off.

I notice his eyes are locked on the front of my dress and, glancing down, I see why.

My light cotton fabric has been made transparent by the rain and my lacy bra is clear underneath it.

“Your jeans,” I say.

“Huh?” he is startled out of his trance and looks down. The hems of his jeans are dripping onto my floor. “Crap, sorry Eva!” and he kicks off his sodden sneakers and tugs his jeans off, leaving him in his baggy boxers, wrapped in a towel.

I take the clothes from him and throw them in the dryer.

I turn back and see he is looking at me again, this time is eyes are clouded over with desire.

I slowly unzip my wet dress, slip it off to fall to the floor, and stand before him in my underwear. The rain was so strong it soaked through the light lace, and my nipples are hard and cold and very obvious. I reach behind and open the clasp and allow my bra to fall from my shoulders.

His mouth is open and his eyes are locked onto me.

I step towards him and take the towel from his hands.

I begin to dry his hair with it, aware that the motion is making my breasts jiggle and I smile to myself as I see his erection begin to rise in his boxers.

His hands are on my breasts, both of them, and he groans out loud as he pinches my nipples.

I grab his head and bring it down to kiss my mouth, opening it for his tongue. He tastes of the beer he drank and I lick his tongue and lips, feeling his stubble tickling my tongue.

His hands cup my bum, he lefts me up and I wrap my legs around him, my arms around his neck.

“Where?” he breathes against my mouth.

I point at my bedroom door and he carries me in.

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