Page 14 of Pervade London
He moved toward the door. “Thanks again for breakfast. For all of it, really.”
“Would you like to…”
Xander shut the door behind him.
Great. We’d ended things on an awkward note.
I stood there replaying our conversation, and let out a sigh of sadness when I heard the front door close. Tentatively, I went downstairs to the hallway and peered through the peephole. Xander was at the end of the garden closing the gate behind him.
I had pushed him away. My love of music had always been my priority, but now I felt a lingering loneliness. As I entered the sitting room, I cursed my coldness.
As I grabbed up the sheets I’d given him, ready to throw them into the washing machine, his soft scent wafted up around me, mixing with the vanilla aroma of my body wash he’d used last night. He smelt like good company. Like a friend I could get to like a lot.
My thoughts returned to that vision of him standing in front of the unlit fireplace, bare-chested and wearing nothing but his boxers. In a daze, my hands caressed my nipples to soothe my longing. It didn’t help.
Back in the kitchen, I threw the sheets in the washing machine.
“I’m into things.”His words teased me all the way back to my bedroom.
I eased off my clothes and then my panties and bra, my naked body feeling kissed by the cold air as my breaths came short and sharp with anticipation. I removed my vibrator from the chest of drawers and then ran my fingertips over where Xander had touched it. A jolt of arousal overwhelmed me, bringing on a delicious swoon as I lay upon my bed.
As my fingers trailed along myself, I felt the wetness, having been aroused from when Xander had stood only feet away. My clit throbbed as I thought about the way he’d held up my sex toy and caressed its length.
I fired it up, rubbing it along myself. The buzz went deep, making my thighs tremble.
I strummed my sensitized sex delicately at first, mesmerized by the sensations gripping me, my jaw tense, the theatre of my imagination taunting me with forbidden thoughts of Xander doing things to me that were downright dirty.
Losing control, needing to belong tohimmore than I needed my next breath, I squeezed the toy between my thighs to hold it in place and reached up and pinched my nipples, pretending it was Xander whose tongue was lashing me down there. The slow torture of his pleasure proving he possessed me completely.
The memory of him owned my orgasm as I gasped out loud, my body shuddering as I rode out the seemingly endless spasms.
My head hit the pillow as the residual vibrations began to fade. I cupped my sex to prolong the exquisite throbbing.
“I should have let you in,”I thought, sending a silent message to Xander.
But it was too late—my beautiful stranger was gone.
Six Months Ago
Letting Xander into Harold’s home last night had been reckless.
I knew nothing about him, not even his last name. The relief I’d felt from getting my violin back had made me high and affected my judgment. It could have gone so differently.
I scanned the sitting room where Xander had slept last night. Even though I didn’t know him I missed him. Over there on the carpet, I’d caught him doing those impressive push-ups like he’d stepped out of one of those scorching hot billboard ads you see for high fashion all around the city.
And the TV worked now because he’d fixed it.
I pushed my focus onto playing “Concerto No. 3” by Mozart and this cleansed my musical palate after teaching violin all morning. Three one-hour sessions for teenagers had frayed my nerves. It made me recall my old violin tutor and the patience he’d had as I’d learned to master this instrument.
Notes rose majestically as I pulled my bow across the strings to say what I couldn’t say with words. I closed my eyes as the music flowed through me, soothing my soul.
The doorbell rang, snapping me back into time and place. I set down my instrument and bow and hurried to answer the door.
When I opened it, there was no one there.
My focus fell to the steps, where an antique wooden violin case lay at the bottom.
I knelt beside it to take a closer look.
