The Passion Series (9 page)

Passion Revealed – Part IV

1 – Cooking

This was a new experience. She’d wanted to cook dinner for him. Ryan watched Heather busy in the kitchen, her sweater falling off one shoulder. Something about it was so sexy.

The music played just loud enough. His recent stereo upgrade pleased him. He returned to the kitchen with two glasses of 2005 Blewitt Springs Grenache, retrieved from his cellar. Wine was one of his hobbies. It pleased him even more to go to the cellar these days, since Heather’s absolutely captivating painting hung on the back wall. She was a remarkable artist.

He was already hard, just seeing that painting again, smelling Heather so close. And watching her cook, well, how could that be turning him on so much? Fully clothed, she was still so darn sexy. He couldn’t keep from imagining what she’d look like with nothing on but the white lacy apron.

“Ryan?” She was watching him now.

“Oh, sorry, I’m lost in your beauty, as usual.” He stood behind her and put his arms around her waist. His hard cock pressed against her lower back. He bent his head forward, nuzzling his face in the top of her golden hair. He breathed in the smell of roses, overshadowed by the female smell of Heather as she got aroused.

“I think you’re overdressed.” His hot breath in her ear made her momentarily weak. He bit her earlobe and tugged affectionately before he started kissing down her neck. Heather continued to stir the mushroom sauté, but more slowly.

“I’d like you to do something for me,” he murmured, with his nose stroking under her chin.

“Mm hmm,” she answered dreamily.

“Take off everything but the apron.” He continued nuzzling her face and neck. Heather was a bit surprised. Embarrassment, mixed with mounting excitement, hit her when he spoke the
words.

She lowered the heat on the stove. Ryan backed up to give her space, leaning against the other counter, one hand over the growing hardness under his jeans.

Heather quickly pulled the sweater off over her head and removed her shorts. She was already barefoot. Ryan eyed her extraordinary beauty, her slender form only slightly covered with a black lace thong and a pushup bra that held her lush, creamy breasts. “Ah,” he sighed, unable to take his eyes off her. The blond hair was tied up in a loose ponytail with a white ribbon making her look so innocent.
Deceiving
, he thought.

“Take those off too.” His deep voice choked a bit with his growing desire. Heather blushed and hesitated a moment before reaching back to undo her bra, dropping it to the ground and kicking it away, her firm breasts bouncing out of their cover. Ryan’s deep groan caused her to glance over at him.

She could clearly see his growing arousal under the jeans and wanted to release it to view. She held herself back, continuing with her task.

Never letting her clear green eyes stray from Ryan’s, she grasped her lace panties on each side. Her eyes held his in silence, teasing, before she pulled them down over her little round ass, exposing her sex in front. She waited.

“Now, continue cooking,” he ordered. She felt her cheeks flush and her clit harden. She turned, her bare ass facing him. The white lace apron was still tied around her waist—not that it covered much. The thrill of not being sure what Ryan had in store for her increased the wetness between her legs.

Ryan stood and stared at her. The exhilaration at seeing her so naked, doing such a normal task, caused his pulse to speed up. He ran his hand through his hair, expelling a lungful of air. He opened his jeans to free his hard dick, which sprang to attention in front of him, hot and wanting.

Heather continued to stir with her wooden spoon, weakness seeping through her at the thought of Ryan watching her. Her bare bottom was toned, yet softly feminine. When she moved, her firm breasts bounced only a bit. The cool air from the stove fan blew down over them, causing the little red nipples to harden, her desire escalating.

Ryan rubbed his cock to release some of the mounting sexual tension. He moved forward. Heather felt his warmth behind her, feeling as turned on as if he were ravaging her. She felt his hot hands hold her naked ass, squeezing it roughly. She started for a moment when she felt his tongue on her thighs raking up over each buttock to her lower back.

Ryan’s moans nearly plunged her into orgasm too soon. His finger found her tiny, tight asshole, and he pressed several times. She leaned her head back, falling into the pleasure. She somehow thought to turn off the stove quickly. She had no more attention for that.

His hot tongue found her wet cleft and she whimpered in a soft voice. His tongue licked her and poked inside her. She wasn’t sure how much she could take. Sometimes, he hardly needed to touch her to send her over the edge.

“Turn around, honey,” he directed. She faced him and looked down to see him bury his face in her pussy, his tongue now finding her sensitive clit. He moved his tongue in hot circles around it, lightly sucked it, and then, when it was wet, blew on it. He looked up at her glazed look and reached up to tweak her hard nipples. He pulled them and pinched them. Heather moaned, more loudly now.

Ryan moved her so she was away from the stove and positioned her with her back to the counter. He spread her legs apart, thus gaining better access. Heather gripped the counter, not sure how much longer she could stand up. Ryan’s strong hands reached to open her outer lips. He breathed in the female scent that he loved so much. His cock swelled at the sight of her wetness. He leaned in to taste her sweetness.

Expertly licking inside her, he plunged his tongue into her slick sheath at unexpected moments. Heather’s sex tightened. Ryan could see the lean muscles in her slender thighs flex in response. He circled her clit with his tongue, driving her to the edge, stopping just in time before she could come.

“I’m begging. Ryan, please, please.” She wasn’t sure how much more she could take. Her
body ached to come, her clit so hard it hurt. “Please,” she gasped once more.

Ryan made her wait, still. He looked up at her, relishing the exotic look on her face in her pre-orgasmic state.
So beautiful!

His heart surged with want as he started licking and sucking again, knowing just how to pleasure her. He maintained a rhythm, gradually speeding up. Heather’s heart raced and heat flooded through her until her orgasm could not be stopped. Her erotic scream echoed through the kitchen. He continued to lick, now more slowly. He kissed her sweet cunt, enjoying her delicious cream.

Ryan’s cock was already wet, the top soaked with pre-cum. He was glad things were regular with them, so he didn’t need a condom. He preferred to feel the full sensation.

He stood and held Heather in his arms, kissing her hard, their tongues rubbing, dipping in and out. She was honey in his arms, weak with the orgasm that had consumed her. He put his hands around her narrow waist and lifted her onto the counter. He was much taller than she, so the increased height placed her sex level with his.

He spread her legs, gazing at her wet pussy. He was anxious now, unsure how he’d waited so long. Heather leaned back on her hands, opening herself to him. He was panting along with her. She placed her legs around his waist. Ryan guided his throbbing cock into her, moaning loudly at the entry.

Her tight sheath convulsed around him, pushing him out of control. His hands gripped her thighs. Heather felt his erection grow to an impossible size inside her. He filled her and it felt so good. She let herself fall into a new series of wonderful orgasmic waves. Both were panting and moaning as Ryan moved in and out, faster and faster. He was no longer soft with her but feral, wild.

He fucked her hard and she fell back on the counter, laying her back to the cool granite, splaying her legs even wider, open completely. Ryan now gripped her by the hips to plunge harder into her. She yelled with pleasure and the orgasm gained strength, pulsing through her vagina and flowing through her whole body, her clit clenching in response.

She came and came. The waves still rolled through her when she heard Ryan’s gasp of release. The huge cock pulsed hard, spurting
its cum inside her, draining it all from him. His hands moved erratically, grasping, clutching, until finally he slumped on top of her.

He kissed her breasts, her waist, her stomach, then leaned his head against her chest. Heather placed her hands on his shoulders and he lifted her upright, where her head fell against his neck. He untied the lace apron and tossed it aside, to hold Heather’s gorgeous naked body fully in his arms. He stroked her hair, a glow of pleasure warming his body. “My love,” she whispered in his ear.

2 – The Message

The paintbrush swirled in the paint, mixing, blending. Heather dabbed here, stroked there, and stood back. She chewed her lip and rubbed her temple. Standing back farther, she stopped and looked at length at the most recent painting. Yes, it was done.

Even in the dimming light, the canvas exuded sexuality, as did each of her paintings. Painting was a release for her.

She looked at the row of artwork, stacked carefully against her studio wall. It would finally be enough for a show, if she didn’t lose her nerve. Displaying her paintings was like standing naked in public—it revealed all.

“Ryan Spencer Blake,” she said out loud, loving to hear his name. When he’d come into her life he’d made her whole again. She hadn’t always been proud of her work. How could she be, when her ex had berated her continually?

But the growing collection of paintings was evidence Ryan had changed all that. After she’d completed the painting he’d commissioned for his wine cellar, he’d encouraged her to do more of her own work. He’d convinced her to paint creations of her own, not just what others requested.

She couldn’t get Ryan out of her mind. It seemed her clit was perpetually hard. How would she ever live without him? But she may have to.

Ryan knew he was early, that Heather would still be painting. Waiting wasn’t a problem as long as he could be near her. Daniel smoothly negotiated traffic, giving Ryan plenty of time to think things over on the way. He looked again at her text message. “Something has come up. It may take me away. I’ll tell you tonight.” He put the phone back in his pocket, sighed, and leaned his head back on the seat.

Visions of Heather haunted him whether his eyes were open or closed, whether he was awake or asleep. He wanted her—every second of every day, it seemed. He saw her beautiful, naked, flawless skin, heard her moan, and could even smell her scent long after she’d gone.

“Seeing Heather a bit early, aren’t you?” Daniel looked at Ryan in the rear-view mirror. They’d been friends for long enough that he could take liberties in their conversation.

“Ah, yes, I am. I’m concerned about a message she sent, something about going away. I’d rather talk to her sooner than later.

“I would have called, but I never interrupt her when she’s painting. Besides, I’ve been shooting all day. We’re finishing up and had several scenes we had to complete. I’m going to invite Heather to the premiere. I think she’d like that.”

“Yes, I’m sure she would,” was all Daniel said, leaving silence for Ryan to talk if he needed to, which it appeared he did.

“You know how I feel about Heather. But she has some crazy idea that she doesn’t fit in my life—you
know, movie stars and all. And she’s just a lowly artist, commissioned to do a painting for my wine cellar. It’s silly. It’s me that doesn’t fit in my life.”

Daniel arched an eyebrow at that. Ryan went on. “I love acting. You’d know I was lying if I said I didn’t. I’m not snubbing my nose at success. I’m just not comfortable with all that goes with it. I guess every job has its politics.” He gave a short laugh.

“I understand, sir. Hollywood has always been unique. A bit cutthroat, from what I’ve observed.” Daniel focused on the stop-and-go traffic.

“That’s a nice way of saying it. I’m just not the guy I seem to b
e. I’ve never wanted to be fake, but it’s hard to avoid. Life isn’t all about fame, fortune, and getting ahead. I need real relationships. Heather is as real as it gets. As much as I adore her, for the real woman she is, she can’t seem to accept it.”

“Yes, I can see her point. This is all new to her, seeing it so close up. Give her time. She’s a smart woman. She’ll figure it out.” Daniel had pulled up to the entry to Heather’s apartment building and hopped out to go around and let Ryan out.

Ryan looked up toward Heather’s apartment with a bit of an “I’m heading for the firing squad” look on his face. He gave Daniel a pat on the shoulder. “Thanks, Daniel. Just wait for us. Heather should be ready soon. I’ll be taking her back to my place. It’ll be a beautiful evening to sit on the patio. We’ll have some uninterrupted time to talk this through.” Ryan smiled and his shoulders visibly relaxed.

3 – Leaving Ryan

Heather sat on Ryan’s patio watching the sunset. She could see why he loved this view. Still glowing from the night before, she wrapped her sweater around her a bit tighter and made a note to cook dinner for him more often.

She’d intended to tell him right way. Butterflies did a dance in her stomach at the thought of confessing her plans, but she had to. It wasn’t going to be easy. Once she was near Ryan, all sense seemed to leave her. She craved him. That wouldn’t change. Still, she felt she was making the right choice.

“Ryan?” She missed him even though he was only a room away. She hoped she could get through what she had to say before falling all over him again. She had no control when it came to her desire for him.

“Here you go.” He set down two cups of coffee, one in front of her. He’d added the cream and sugar, just like she liked. Already, they knew intimate details about each other. This was going to be emotionally painful.

“I have to leave.” Not a good start, but she continued.

Ryan took a sip and put his cup down, giving her all his attention. She sat without moving.

“Now?” He wasn’t sure what she meant exactly, and feared what it might be. He’d avoided bringing up her text message.

“No, in a week.
I am sorry it’s so sudden. It’s your fault, really. You’ve encouraged me to do my own painting, not just commissioned pieces. It’s been very therapeutic. I feel like myself again.

“I got a call yesterday, from Gregory Darden at Garrison Gallery in New York. It’s not one of the largest ones, but it’s a start. He wants to display my paintings. It seems he was taken with them, from the photos I sent. He’s planning a huge opening and started promoting as soon as I agreed to come.”

“But you’ll be back, right?” Ryan’s brow creased.

“I’m…not sure. I’ve let Monica know that I’m not available right now for Walker’s Private Paintings. She couldn’t be happier for me. She’s been great, really. She always tried to encourage me, felt I had something special.”

“I’m so happy for you, baby.” The words were right and truly felt, but Ryan didn’t sound happy.

“Well, if I pursue this opportunity, it may be best for me to stay in New York—indefinitely.” She’d intended to be strong about this, but her voice betrayed her. It felt like her heart was being wrenched from her chest. She couldn’t be without Ryan, yet she had to be.

“I could go with you?” It was more of a question than a statement.

“No, I don’t want to take you away. You are involved with filming. You’re always so busy. Your life is important too. And really, I don’t want you to go. This is something I have to do. I can’t really explain. I’m sorry.” Heather swore to herself as a tear rolled down her check.

She had to be strong. It would be so easy to just depend on Ryan—in fact, way too easy. But it was her greatest fear. She’d be completely vulnerable then, dependent.

The new opening was the start of the career she truly wanted. She could pursue her passion and achieve the security she desperately needed. Sure, Ryan seemed crazy about her now. But he worked with gorgeous actresses all the time. It went with the territory. He was a big star. He was surrounded by famous people.

The idea of competing with women of that stature made her heart fall. If Ryan lost interest, he’d disappear from her life faster than if he were standing in quicksand. But Heather knew herself. She didn’t forget
that
quickly. Ryan meant everything to her. She couldn’t allow herself to be vulnerable. It was important that she create her own life, not cling to him like some simpering fan.