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****WARNING*****
This is adult material, so you know what to do...or not do. ;)

Feel free to archive or repost elsewhere, provided credit is given to
Jove and a link is provided to "http://www.cadvision.com/buis/jove"
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"Alexa" is part of a much longer piece that is still untitled and
unfinished--"Alexa" is just so I can refer to it easily. The scene
posted is Alexa's and Guy's "first date." Dinner's done and over with,
and after a little conversation, Guy seduces Alexa in a rather unique
way, I think.

If y'all don't tell me what you think of my work, I can't improve, so
drop me a line.
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"Alexa" by Jove

Alexa leaned back in her chair, her eyelids drifting shut in ecstasy.

"That was amazing, Guy. You're amazing," she sighed. "That was the best
linguine I've ever tasted. And that clam sauce was beyond words."

"Thank you. I aim to please." Guy hid his grin behind his wineglass.

She opened one eye. "So, tell me, why are you still single?" Then
something struck her. Her other eye opened and sheimmediately
straightened up. "Or am I making the wrong assumption?"

He frowned. "You don't see a wedding band, do you?"

She shrugged. "A lot of married men don't wear one."

"Well, I'm not married, Alexa," he stated, an edge in his voice. "I
wouldn't be here with you if I was."

Alexa belated realized that she had blundered, that she had hurt his
pride. "I apologize. That was uncalled for."

He made a dismissive gesture with his hand, determined to bring back the
lighthearted mood. He stood up, his chair scraping on the hardwood
floor.

"Are you ready for dessert?"

Her eyes widened. "You made dessert?"

"No, I didn't have time. I just went to the supermarket and picked up a
tub of Häagen-Dazs."

"Oh, God. That's too bad." Alexa gave a heartfelt sigh.

"Why? Don't you like it?"

"I love Häagen-Dazs. I'm just too full to eat more of anything."

"Then I guess it would be cruel for me to eat it in front of you."

"I'll get you back if you do," she threatened. "And I promise you that
you won't like it."

He laughed, but Alexa got up to help him with the dishes anyway. He had,
after all, fed her the most delicious meal she'd had in a long, long
while. He protested when she volunteered to do the dishes. However, she
was adamant. They negotiated. She washed and he dried.

Both decided against coffee, settling instead to finish the bottle of
Chardonnay in the living room. Alexa was making herself comfortable on
the plush sofa as Guy went to put on some Kenny G. It suited the relaxed
mood they were both in.

She rolled her head to one side and looked out the floor-to-ceiling
window. She took her glasses off, polished them with her skirt, and put
them back on. Some stars were already twinkling over the dense forest.
Guy came over and settled down next to her.

"If you keep this up, I may never want to leave," she told him.

She lifted her legs onto the sofa and tucked them under her. She had
taken off her sandals earlier when they had sat down to eat.

"So, why is a man of your many talents not married?"

"Why are you still single?"

Alexa groaned. "Oh, puh-lease. Not you, too. My parents have been on my
case for the past ten years. 'You're not getting any younger, Alexa.
More importantly, we're not getting any younger,'" she mimicked in a
fake falsetto.

He chuckled, enjoying turning the tables on her. "So why haven't you
given in, yet?"

"Because I haven't found a man who I want to spend the rest of my life
with." She slanted him an impish look. "It's not an easy task, you
know."

"I know. The same goes for me."

"But you probably have a much wider selection than I do," she pointed
out, tongue-in-cheek.

"Don't be facetious."

"I'm sorry. It's just that Marcus is older than I am, but they never
harp on him to get married. I'm getting older and he's becoming
distinguished. To make things worse, my dear older brother has taken it
upon himself to set me up with his friends. He keeps telling me that
it's long overdue for yours truly to make him an uncle."

Alexa rubbed her eyes.

"I'm supposed to come home next weekend. The excuse they're using is
that it's my birthday." She finished the Chardonnay in her glass. "I'm
only hitting the big three-oh and they're acting as if I'm reaching my
golden years."

"It can't be that bad," he said, refilling her glass and his.

"How much do you want to bet? Don't get me wrong. I love them dearly,
but there are limits."

"Why don't you just give them what they want?"

Alexa was quiet, seriously considering his words. She gnawed on her
lower lip, unconsciously drawing Guy's attention to it. He removed the
wineglass from her hand and placed them both on the end table with the
wine bottle. She didn't even notice it, so lost in her thoughts. His
head slowly descended, but withdrew instantly when she turned sharply to
face him. He cursed silently.

"You know, Guy, you're right," she declared, her smile radiant. "If I
bring a man home this weekend, without anyone's urging, my parents and
Marcus might let up on me enough to stop setting me up every time I
visit them."

He plucked his wineglass off the table and brought it to his lips. He
threw the wine down his throat, anything to keep his hands from grabbing
her and plastering her body against his. He willed the knots in his
stomach to ease up.

"You just said that it wasn't an easy task. Between now and next the
weekend, unless a miracle occurs, the task is not going to become any
easier," he said dryly.

Her smile became impossibly brighter. "I never said bring home the man
I'm going to marry. My family will just assume that any man I bring home
is the man I'll be marrying. I don't have to set them straight."

Too late, he recognized the glint in her eyes. "You're not thi—No. No.
No. Absolutely not."

"But why not?"

That damned provocative lower lip was caught between her teeth again.

"No, you're right," she sighed. "My family would never believe that we
were serious."

"Why?" For some reason, her remark rankled.

Her brows lifted. "Why? Because you're too good-looking," she told him
candidly, innocently, as if it was the most obvious thing.

Guy shook his head, trying to clear it. Alexa had the most amazing
ability to baffle him. "Your family won't believe that you'll marry me
because I'm too good-looking?"

"Uh-huh." She nodded absently, her mind already considering other
possible candidates.

He couldn't hold it back. "That is the most idiotic thing I've ever
heard! Who do they expect you to marry? Quasimodo?"

"It's not like that, Guy," she denied, her voice soothing. "You don't
understand."

"Damned right I don't. Explain it to me if you can."

She eyed him warily. "I don't think now's the right time."

He jumped up from the sofa and planted himself in front of her, his
fists on his hips. Narrow slits of blazing topaz fixed on her. "Explain
it anyway."

"Well, you see—it's just that—"

Alexa actually squirmed. She scrutinized his chest, not daring to meet
his stare. He looked like he was about to snap her like a dry twig.
Summoning all her courage, she took a fortifying breath, and let the
words out in a rush. "They know I would never be serious about you
because men who look like you do are usually scum."

She held her breath, waiting for the explosion. It never came.
Cautiously, she looked up. His expression was shuttered. She could read
nothing in his face.

She moistened her lips. "Guy?"

His tone oddly flat, he queried, "Then why are you here with me?"

She tilted her head slightly to one side. "Because you wouldn't let me
go last night until I agreed to have dinner with you."

"I see."

He pivoted and paced to the window. He didn't want her to see how mere
words—her words—could act like a fist constricting about his chest.

"So, what are you going to do? Find some guy in a bar and ask him to
come home with you to meet Mommy and Daddy this weekend?"

"I was thinking of asking Eddie. Edward Scholan."

He felt the greatest need to punch holes in her scheme. "Is he going to
go for it? What about that woman he went home with last night after
ditching you?"

"Eddie didn't ditch me," she protested indignantly. "And his involvement
with Mandy is the reason why I think he would be perfect."

"You lost me."

He needed a drink, something stronger than the wine they had been
drinking. He strode over to the wet bar. He knew Alexa twisted on the
sofa until her front was pressed into the back so she could keep him in
sight.

"Mandy is the perfect reason for Eddie and me to break up," she
explained. She shook her head when he held up the bottle of Scotch. She
continued, "In a month or two, I'll tell my parents that Eddie fell in
love with someone else. For at least three months after that, I'll be
recovering from the break up. This guarantees me at least five months of
breathing space."

"Then you've got it all worked out," he observed. The ice cubes in his
tumbler clinked as he brought it to his lips.

"Not yet. I still need Eddie's agreement."

"No, you don't. I'll do it."

"Wha—There's no need, Guy. Anyway, Eddie owes me."

"I said I'll do it."

"But why? You were against the idea just a few minutes ago. Barely a few
minutes."

He shrugged. What could he say? That he might be against the idea, but
he was even more against the idea of some other man going home with her
to meet her parents, even if it was only a charade? "Think of it as a
favor. You'll owe me one."

"Alright," she agreed warily.

"Besides," he began, coming towards her, "Scholan's new girlfriend might
object to the idea."

"Oh." Her eyes fell as she considered it. "Oh. You're right. I didn't
think of that." Then she slowly shook her head. "No. No, Mandy wouldn't
mind. She'd understand. She'd probably find the entire thing amusing."

She turned her body around and let her bare feet fall to the floor. The
cushions next to her dipped when he sat down. She bit her lower lip.

"Is it sore?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Your lip. Is it sore?" His hand came up to cup her chin, his thumb
coming up to rub the reddened flesh. "You're alway biting on it."

"Habit."

Her breath hitched in her throat. The tension in her belly taughtened
until it was almost painful. His other hand removed her glasses and
placed them carefully behind him on the end table. Her vision became
blurry, with objects and colors bleeding together. She wondered if it
was because she wasn't wearing her glasses or because of the man so
close to her. Her eyelids drifted down.

"Don't," he commanded. His thumb applied more pressure. "Look at me."

She complied, her eyes locked helplessly on his. Even without her
glasses, she could see his eyes blazing again, but not with anger this
time. It was lust, sharp and powerful, intensely, painfully so.

"Every time I look at you, you're biting on your lower lip," he
whispered huskily. "Do you know how hard I get just watching you do
that? Do you know how much I want to do the same for you? Take that lip
between my teeth and bite it? Then take my tongue and lick the inside of
your mouth?"

Sweet Mary, holy Mother of God. The air rushed out of her lungs. She
couldn't say anything. It was too trying to come up with something to
say, let alone form the words on her tongue.

He did not suffer from the same affliction. His words were making her
hot. More than hot. The pictures he painted aroused her almost beyond
bearing. She was so turned on, she could already feel the wetness
between her legs. She squeezed her thighs tightly together as if she
could still the heavy throbbing between them. His thumb pressed against
the edges of her teeth. Without thinking, she closed her teeth,
imprinting her teeth on the fleshy pad of his thumb.

Then he moved so swiftly, the next moments were a blur. His mouth was
suddenly on hers, his shoulders and torso pressing her heavily into the
sofa, his free hand buried deep in her hair, tearing out the pins,
letting her hair fall around them, holding her still for his invasion.
He wasted no time on preliminaries, his tongue thrusting deep with his
thumb still in her mouth, running along the inside of her bottom lip,
keeping it open, but not that she needed it.

Shock had stiffened her momentarily, but then her fingers were in his
hair, grabbing all those wonderful gold strands, pulling him impossibly
closer. She knew there was a reason why she shouldn't respond to him,
but at that moment, for the life of her, she couldn't recall what it
was. She heard a muffled groan when she returned his kiss, sucking his
tongue deeper into her mouth. He freed his hand from between their
mouths and ran it roughly down her side to her thigh, squeezing it,
pulling it to straddle his hip. He pulled back a bit and shifted his
weight.

Alexa felt the seat cushions against her back and his full weight on
hers. They were stretched out on the long sofa, but not once had they
broken off the erotic mating of lips and tongues.

Guy would never have thought it possible to get this hot, this aroused,
this hard, just from kissing. He hadn't meant for this much to happen
this soon. He had planned on a slow seduction, starting from the minute
she answered the door. He had planned a relaxed atmosphere, on easing
past her justified wariness, on a little necking on the sofa, on leading
her into the bedroom, and on a long, slow, sensuous night of lovemaking.
This instantaneous combustion botched all those plans. He had known that
he was attracted to her, but not to this degree, not to the point beyond
his control.

Guy tore his mouth from hers, his need for air burning his lungs, his
pride and male vanity telling him to slow down, to stop ravaging her
with this complete lack of finesse. He ignored the question in her
heavy-lidded eyes. His hands came up to brush black strands from her
flushed face. Her breath was heaving from her swollen lips. He framed
her face, his thumbs caressing the tender skin beneath her chin. He
tilted her head back and settled his moist lips on the column of her
throat. He heard her moan his name and fresh need tore through him,
threatening to undermine his hard-won control. Her fingers dug into the
muscles of his neck when his teeth scraped her white skin, marking her.

Alexa couldn't believe the incredible heat that zinged through her,
right through her limbs and to the tips of her fingers and toes. It was
rough and wild and primitive. She wanted to tear his clothes off, but,
at the same time, didn't want to let go of him even that long to
accomplish the deed. She cursed the long skirt that trapped her legs.
She wanted to wrap her legs about his hips and feel the massive erection
pushing insistently against her thigh deep within her.

Guy must have either sensed her frustration or wanted the same thing
because his hands travelled down between their bodies. His trembling
fingers tackled the top buttons of her skirt. The sound of rending
fabric should have shocked her, but it did not. Instead, it gave her a
different sense of elation. It staggered her—had she been standing—that
she, Alexa Thornton, could arouse a man, this man, to the point where he
was ripping her clothes from her. It was a very un-modern-woman idea,
but her body didn't give a damn.

He trailed his open mouth down her throat to her collarbone. He went
lower and was met with cloth. His fingers fumbled with her top. Finally,
he yanked it and Alexa heard little plops! and pings! when the buttons
gave way. His mouth covered the tip of one lace-covered breast, and
Alexa moaned long and low within her throat. Her hands plunged beneath
his shirt collar, kneading his skin, pulling him up, wanting his mouth
on hers. But Guy was not to be detered from his course. He gave her
nipple one last swipe with his scalding tongue and went down further.

"Guy," she breathed, not sure if the husky voice was her own. "Please .
.. . now . . . I want . . ."

He blew into her navel. "Shh." His moist breath fanned over her tummy,
making her muscles contract. "I know what you want, baby." He pressed an
ardent kiss into her navel. Alexa whimpered, her head thrashing from
side to side, not sure if she could take much more. "But not yet. I want
to hear you scream for me as you come first." He teased her with quick
darts of his tongue as he shoved the torn material of her skirt and
panties down her legs, freeing them. His hands ran up the backs of her
calves and hooked under her knees. She cried out when he jerked them
even further apart and up, making a nest for himself between her legs.
When he settled his mouth on her delta, she did scream.

Her scream echoed off the walls and high ceiling. But Guy was far from
done. He released her knees, and Alexa needed no encouragement to wrap
her thighs about him, her ankles locking on his back. His fingers
clutched at her hips, hauling her up closer to his mouth. He kissed her
deeply several times before drawing her clitoris between his teeth. He
laved it with his tongue, sucked it. And Alexa cried out again, her
hands buried deep in his hair. She pumped against his face with tears
streaming down hers, his name a chant on her lips.

The force of her movements combined with his sent them both over the
edge of the sofa and hard onto the floor. Guy landed flat on his back.
Alexa landed on her hands and knees overtop of him. The pain was
insignificant when compared to the pleasure they just shared.
Nonetheless, it jarred them both enough for Alexa to be shocked to find
her knees straddling Guy's neck. She just stared at him for the longest
time with her jaw dropped in astonishment.

Alexa, her face flaming with shame at her wanton behaviour, quickly
scrambled to get away from him. She got off her hands and braced them,
with one on a sofa cushion and the other on the edge of the glass top
coffee table. She couldn't think of anything beyond Oh, God, oh, God,
oh, God. She had no idea that she had chanted that out loud.

Large male hands, rough and possesive, clamped on her buttocks. "Hush."

Alexa tried to lift herself up and away from him, but he was too strong
and too determined. "Please, Guy . . . I can't . . ."

"It's okay, baby," he soothed as best he could with his breathing
laboured, forcing her hips down to him. "Don't worry. I'll take care of
you." He dragged his mouth through her sex and Alexa groaned, once again
lost in a universe that consisted only of erotic touch and sensations
and bright, brilliant colours.

He stimulated her with the tip of his tongue, tracing erotic patterns on
her wet,
tender flesh, thrusting against her clitoris. Tension streaked through
her body, hardening it, gradually building to an unbearable peak. Alexa
threw her head back and herself into the feverish passions. Her hands
were clasped over his, silently telling him not to let go of her.

Alexa cried out hoarsely, not able to scream because her throat was too
sore from her earlier cries. He had thrust that wicked, wicked tongue
inside of her and the tension that had been building had shattered. Oh,
God. She came and came and came on his tongue and she didn't care. It
was just too mind-boggling, too earth-shattering, too . . . everything,
that she was just brought to an orgasm by a man's tongue. That and the
fact that she didn't think she could ever come down from the high he had
catapulted her to.

She was still descending when he lifted her and brought her down again
on his straining erection. Rough denim scraped erotically against the
sensitive skin of her thighs. He buried himself to the hilt inside her.
He was massive and harder than marble. And Alexa whimpered with distress
very near pain. Despite her wetness, she was swollen and sore from his
earlier ministrations, and very, very small. Her palms flattened on his
hair-roughened chest, stopping him.

Guy froze and clenched his teeth, wanting to curse and shout and hit
something. But he didn't. He had to arouse her instead.

Without leaving her body, he leaned up slightly, commanding her, "Give
me your mouth, baby."

She hesistated for a second before bending her elbows and coming down to
meet him. She could taste herself on him and made a startled sound of
pleasure. She concentrated on his mouth, opening it and stabbing inside
with her tongue to parry with his.

Guy lifted her hips until he was almost out of her. Her soft, swollen
flesh clung to him and he thought that he was going to come. Swallowing
hard, sweat pouring off his skin and gluing his flesh to the hardwood
floor, he sharply slammed her back down. He heard Alexa cry out with
shocked pleasure. At least he hoped it was pleasure. But he did it again
and again. And when her inner muscles clenched spasmodically around his
erection as it had his tongue, fireworks exploded in Guy's head, and he
yelled as loudly as she had as his body jetted stream after stream of
hot semen into hers.

 Copyright © 1997 by Jove.

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