Free Divine: A Novel by Aven Jayce

tonight.”
    I touch the door, wishing he could come
inside, wanting the wood under my fingers to be his flesh.
    “Why did you sneak upstairs?” I ask.
    “To watch you undress.”
    His eyes close as if he’s envisioning my
naked figure. He’s taking off my clothes in his mind. I just know it.
    “I haven’t admired a woman’s body in
almost a year.” His finger circles the peephole triggering chills that run down
my spine. I feel it. I can feel that finger circling my clit.
    “Div,” he whispers. “Let me in. I want to
be deep, deep, inside.” His voice is so gentle, so sensual and erotic. “Do it
now. Reach down.”
    He wants in. Not in my home, but in my
heart... and other places.
    “When we ate dinner earlier and you were
inches away from me, I smelled carnations and chocolate on your body like it
was Valentine’s Day. I imagined going down on you; pushing my tongue inside
while my nose massaged your clit. Is that scent that radiates off of you
everywhere, even there?” he pauses and takes a deep breath. “I’ll find out soon
enough. I’ll be working my way down your neck, around your tits, circling your
stomach, and then my tongue will disappear, hidden within you... touch yourself
for me.”
    I close my eyes and sigh, reaching down.
I have no problem with that.
    His head rests on the door as he
continues in an arousing tone. Words of pleasure slither inside, expand in my
chest, and snake down to my fingers, which are circling the front of my jeans.
    “That’s right. I know you want me. You
need my dick inside of you as much as it begs to be there, and once your soft,
wet hole is snug around it, I won’t be pulling out for hours. I’ll just lie
over you, not moving, not letting you come, just filling you with my flesh.”
    I unbutton my jeans and set my fingers in
motion, in disbelief that my body has awakened. I’m alive. There’s wetness on
my fingers I haven’t felt in years.
    “Touch yourself, Div. Give yourself to
me... be one with me.”
    Shit, he’s good. I might be able to...
yes... it just might happen without porn, just from his words. This is so different
and exactly what I’ve been searching for.
    “Once my hands are on your tits and you
experience my dick between your legs, you’ll beg for it every night. Now look
at me.”
    I can’t. It’s hard to open my eyes when
I’m about to... oh my God...ouh.
    My fingers rest deep between my inner
lips with my palm over my clit as I exhale and let out a mousey squeak.
    “Perfect,” he whispers. “I believe that’s
the sound of a beautiful woman lost in the throes of fleeting pleasure.” He
takes deep breaths, with just the door separating our bodies. “As you feel that
delight wane under your fingers, slowly disappearing, fading, your pulse
decreasing to a normal beat... don’t be disappointed. It will come again. This
is only the beginning.”
    I open my eyes to see his hand in the
exact position as mine on the opposite side of the door, as if he can sense my
touch.
    “Are we past the friendship stage, Div?
Because I consider what just happened to be our first kiss, and one you’ll
always remember. Not our lips touching, but our souls.”
    Oh fuck. I think I’m gonna cry.
    “It was something to me, not nothing.” He
steps away from my door and at a distance I hear the words good night echo down the street.
    I should’ve gone outside and slapped him
for scaring the shit out of me in my bedroom, but I got caught up in the
moment. His charm, Jesus, and his voice whispering through the door; immersing
my entire body like he was right here, in this very room, touching me. My body
was sexually aroused and responsive for the first time in months.
    Mmm. Come back, Mr. Keller. I want to
return the favor.

CHAPTER
SEVEN
    I ’d rather lick dog shit than deal with
this email.
    Last night with Dan was beyond what I’d
expect out of a second date. He’s magnificent and from what I can tell, he’s a
scent-aholic too. But after he