Forbidden Desires

Chris leaned in and kissed Aiyana’s forehead before he softly whispered.

"I'll remember that my princess."

It was too soft for her mother to hear but Aiyana heard it clearly. She knew Chris was only flirting with her and being corny but something about it made her heart beat faster. The loud sound resonating in her ears, like a holy chant.

She was afraid that Chris could hear that wild beating of her heart. Something had changed between them today. She feared it was like the shifting of tectonic plates, a warning of a catastrophe. She wished to be wrong. She liked what they had.

"Why don’t you stay for dinner? I am cooking lasagna today."

"Only if you allow me to help you, Mrs. Grey."

"It’s Tracy. Call me Tracy. Mrs. Grey sounds so old. But you got yourself a deal. I have to ask can you cook or like my Aiyana here you just move around the kitchen and get in the way."

Chris laughed.

"I am hoping to learn." Chris winked flirtatiously.

Aiyana nudged him as she said, "I know she is beautiful but hitting on my mom isn’t something mom doesn't appreciate."

Tracy laughed and said, "oh no no. You can keep flirting with me, Chris. I quite enjoy it."

Looping her arm through Chris, she pouted dramatically and said, "too bad I called dibs. You go find your own prey, cougar. This one will be devoured by me."

"And here I thought i was human."

Aiyana stood on her tiptoes to reach Chris' ear as she whispered, "come to my room and we can figure out a way to awake you little human."

Aiyana said like a soft seductive whisper, her voice sounding breathless and heavy almost as if she were fuċkɨnġ him. It made Chris swallow audibly, before he moved to Tracy and said, "vegetables. I need vegetables."

It was Aiyana's turn to laugh now.

Standing at the edge of the kitchen counter, placing the carrots on top of the chop board with a knife in her hand she called out to Chris.

"Chris?"

Chris who was pouring everyone a glass of wine hummed in response.

"Chrisssssss" she called again pouting.

"Yes honey?"

"I need help cutting the carrots. I don’t know to do that. Will you show me?"

Tracy on the other hand knew exactly what Aiyana was doing and smirked to herself. Thinking best not to comment. She simply gathered the tomatoes and placed them in a large bowl with water to let it boil.

"Alright kids. That will take some time and seeing that you two are going to do the chopping pay attention that nothing burns while I go watch something. Call me when the tomatoes have boiled."

Chris turned obediently and informed Tracy that he would. Tracy knew if it was up to Aiyana the poor dear did not stand a chance of noticing what happens to her tomatoes. Setting an alarm in her phone for 15 mins she left the two to fend for themselves.

"Alright, so you cut it in half..then..what is it?"

"Chrissss.. I still don’t understand. How about you come show me. You know like how they hold your wheel the first time they show you how to drive and all you're doing is sitting in the car pressing the clutch and break."

"How do you not understand it's simple. But alright."

By sheer coincidence the music changed to 'heaven' by Julia Michaels.

The soft lyrics humming against the walls, turning Aiyana on as Chris stood behind her. His ċhėst against her back, his crotch deliciously against ȧss. He wrapped his arms around hers, leaning forward, and his chin resting against her neck so as to see the countertop. Their fingers entwined as his wrists lifted and dropped in a slow rhythm.

Aiyana could feel his breath play against her skin, the warmth radiate against her own. It was like being lit by a soft candle. Sweet, warm and yet incredibly ėrȯtɨċ.

"See wasn’t that easy?"

Chris begun to unlace his fingers but Aiyana held on tighter. Her other hand going behind to hold his ȧss, crushing his body further against her as she begun to sway. Her hɨps moving in circles, grinding against Chris, singing along, "loves my religion but he was my faith, something so sacred so hard to replace, falling for him was like falling from grace..."

"Aiyana!" Chris ġrȯȧnėd.

Aiyana could feel the effect her dance was having on Chris. Rigid in attention he pressed his ċȯċk so deliciously against her hip.

"What are you doing.. your mother could walk in any minute. We are at your parents place."

Aiyana ignored him. She turned to face him, her body aligned against his. Her fingers playing with the hem of his tight grey tee shirt. As her tongue darted out to lick the v of his neckline.

Her hɨps still moving sinfully against him.

"Aiyana baby.. stop please..."

"I think we are out of onions. Let's go buy some."

"What?"

"Mom we are out of onions so Chris and I are going to buy some. You might want to pay attention to the tomatoes."

Tracy smirked to herself and whispered, " like hell we are, you little minx."