Starting Over - Chapter Eight - The Date part 2!

Chapter Eight - The Date part 2

Ellen was melting, Jan’s arms had closed around her, his hands spanned her stomach, his lips, tongue all investigated the open expanse of her bare neck and shoulders. When she could take no more, she turned to face him, cupping his cheeks in her hands, she reached up to kiss his lips, her mouth moulding to his intimately. Their tongues flirted, all the time Jan was backing her into the apartment.

                “Are you sure?” he asked, his hands at the ties for her dress.  “I wanted to wait for this, do it right.”

She smiled at him, “I’ve only got a week  left here, and I may have only know you a week, but it feels like a lifetime, you know more about me than most people. So am I ready? Am I sure?”

Pushing open the bedroom door, she nodded a response, “more than anything!” At the sound of him groaning, she half grinned, “I’ve waited too long, we both have...” Glancing in to the bedroom, she gasped at the sight of a large king-size bed, topped with a white duvet and plum pillows and a plum runner at the foot. To the left were large double patio doors, casting moonlight across the bed, and the soft, plush rug.

                “Wow! This is hardly a cruddy apartment,” turning to him she grinned. “A love shack?”

Pain flashed across his eyes for a second and she realised she’d offended him, he told her he wasn’t into one night stands, didn’t do this as a rule.

Rather than dissecting that, she merely threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around him, drawing his lips back to hers. His hands were warm on her bare spine as he wrestled with the halter strap, as he finally untied it, he stepped back watching as the material fell slowly away from her.

Ellen was tingling, she was excited, aroused, that was obvious, but there was also the nervousness that the situation created, whilst they’d cavorted in swimwear at the beach, this revealing of themselves to each other was terrifying. She could wait until the fabric revealed her inch by nerve racking inch, or she could take the bull by the horns....so to speak.

So she reached for the neckline of the dress, and pulled it down over her breasts, that burned for his touch, her hard nipples that felt like they were about to explode. As he groaned, his eyes devouring her in a more than appreciative manner, she slid the dress down over her hips til it pooled at her ankles. The dress didn’t allow for a bra, but she’d specifically chosen the band of lace that swathed her hips, sheer boyshorts that she knew were flattering.

Jan stepped back a little further; reaching for the hem of his t-shirt he lifted it over his head. After kicking off his shoes, he started to unbutton the flies on his jeans. Ellen gasped; only one word filled her mind WOW! She’d felt him rubbed against her at many points over the last few days, but  now, straining against his tight boxer shorts...she gulped, was there anything that wasn’t perfect about this man?

 Holding out a hand to her, he encouraged her towards him, and as she entwined her fingers with his, he tugged so that she tumbled towards him.  His free hand cupped a breast, his thumb grazing her nipple. With a whimper she leaned into Jan, pushing her body into his hands, needing more than he was giving, there was no place for soft, gentle touches.

Backed up to the bed, he turned them, easing her down on the luscious bed, before crawling over her. He crawled over her, lining up their bodies, gaining contact from head to toe, from above he could tease her, bite her nipples, suck on her lips, run his fingers along her sensitive abdomen. She was dissolving into nothing and she knew he was relishing it.

When he rolled to the side of her, she was able to rake her fingers over his body, find his flat nipples, each touch causing his to throw back his head, could it be they were more sensitive that hers? Her hands ran down his spine, nudging under the waistband of the boxer shorts. His buttocks were immense, but then she’d long admired his arse from afar, here under her hands, they were a treat. 

                “You are a minx!” he growled kissing her passionately, before sitting back onto his heels. Reaching for her waist, he slid her lace shortie knickers down over her hips, once they’d cleared her ankles, he tossed them over her shoulder, turning back to gaze at her.  “But a damn sexy one!”

Lifting one heel he manoeuvred her legs so that he knelt between them, then started a path from ankle to groin, fingers leading, tongue following.

Ellen threw an arm over her face, hiding her red hot cheeks, despite only having the moon shedding any light on her, she still felt vulnerable, exposed as he nibbled, tingled past her knees.

                “Watch me!” his voice still a growl, “don’t be embarrassed, I want you to see how much I want you.”

Ellen tried to watch, but as his mouth took over, she forgot any shame, and nervousness, if anything she opened herself even further for him.  And then she was moaning, her body arching, her spirit soaring - the first of many times that night.

She opened her eyes the bright unguarded day light causing her to squint. She was enclosed from behind, spoon-like against Jan’s chest. It was the first time she’d woken without a sick feeling, without anxiety about the future.  Stretching, she smiled at his instant response to her proximity; subconsciously his body was obviously remembering the connections between them even if he was still asleep. She wriggled out of his arms and dashed into the bathroom, it was silly to be so self conscious now, hours after he’d seen EVERY inch of her from close proximity, but it the cold light of day, she was a recently dumped woman, and Richard may not have been right for her, she KNEW that now, but his words would still hurt her for a long time.

Ellen swilled cold water over her face, then used the toilet, taking the moment to think unwittingly about those last moments with Richard....why now? She thought...

But she knew why.

She was stood in the office again, like it was an hour ago, she could smell the arum lilies on his desk; hear his secretary outside taking a message, an elaborate message from a colleague. And there was Rebecca, on her knees, her mouth dropped open in shame, surprise...and regret? But as Rebecca ran off, not wanting any more of the wrath of both Richard and Ellen, Richard had continued his tirade of abuse on his ‘fiancée’.

                “I never wanted you Ellen, but you’re low maintenance, you’re cheap, and I can do what I like without worrying. I mean, do you honestly think that YOU are enough for me? For the rest of my life?” He chuckled, “you’re good mother material, I mean with those tits and those hips you’re hardly going to be a model, are you? And when you’re fat and pregnant breeding my kids who’ll even notice? And I’ll have two stunning sisters-in-law to see to my needs! In fact the mental vision of Sara’s face has got me through many a night!”

She’d been prepared for most of it, but the direct comparison, or lack thereof, to her beautiful sisters was the most painful, the deepest cut. She’d known it was over before he’d uttered those words, but as he’d stood there she’d felt sick, to the core. A life lived in the shadows of her sisters was that all she was worth?

Richard had honestly been stunned when she’d thanked him, for informing her of exactly HOW much of a bastard he was BEFORE they’d got married, before she’d been tied to him forever. Yet even as she turned to walk away, he thought she was desperate enough to put up with a pig like him.

But she was strong! Stronger than he’d imagined, maybe more than she’d imagined. And here she was hiding from the most wonderful man she’d ever met, other than her Dad of course, after THE most wonderful night of pleasure, because of doubts placed into her mind by scum like her ex.

Standing she looked in the mirror, yes she had an hourglass figure. But the magazine she’d picked up in the airport had said curves were back!  Her breasts were large, and bruised she smiled to herself at the memories! Jan had definitely not complained about them, in fact he’d seemed quite engrossed in her...ALL of her.

Ellen stretched again, savouring the aches in her limbs, her trunk, but also deeper inside, she’d not get bored of those pains! She glanced at the towel hanging beside the shower, she was so tempted to cover herself, but part of her didn’t want to hide, not now, not anymore.

So brazing it out, she lifted her chin to stride back into the bedroom, chanting to herself no different to a bikini. She almost froze as on opening the door she saw Jan lounging on his back, hands behind head waiting for her, studying.

                “Shit you are beautiful Ellen! Come here!” He lifted the duvet and she slid in next to him, straight into his arms, “I wondered if you were about to runaway!”

She chuckled rolling her face into his chest, “I did think about it for like two seconds, that’s all, I promise!”

He rolled over her, “only two seconds? That’s not too bad, but I still think I need to prove that even those two seconds were wrong!”

It was hours later that they finally left the apartment; they’d showered...that had ended in them needing a further shower! Anyway, she borrowed a jacket of his over her dress. She wanted the ‘walk of shame’ back at the hotel to be as easy as possible!

Grabbing some doughnuts from the shop downstairs as she dressed, Jan provided strong black coffee too. Then it was time to climb on the moped and head back to reality. As he started the engine, she reached for his cheek and smiled.

                “I LOVED last night!”

He put his arms around her waist pulling her to him, “which bit? All of it?”

She blushed, “just being with you...was...”

                “Amazing?” he cut her off.

Grinning again she added, “Better than that! But I just didn’t think it could be like this...” when his eyes widened she laughed out loud, “not the sex! Just being with you, doing things together! I liked it, ok? I like YOU.”

He laughed patting the seat behind him, “me too! Now come on or we’ll be late.” Despite the change of topic, he did place his hands over hers in understanding before opening the throttle and chugged off into the distance.

After a chaste kiss in the underground car park, they separated.  He was working long shifts the next two days, but they arranged to meet at midnight...at the beach.

The restaurant was serving lunch in an hour, and she was ravenous, but she could hardly turn up in a day old dress that wasn’t appropriate for a sunny day, it was definitely a ‘going out’ dress. So she headed to her room, changing into a bikini, sundress and flat shoes, she ignored the temptation of her immaculate and inviting bed, and made her way downstairs.  There was a small patio at the back of the hotel away from the pool and the throng of people, so she headed there, had a coffee and read her book. The sounds of Jan and his team did echo on the horizon, but she blocked them out and switched off.  A nice spy/thriller by Ken Follett was just what she needed.

More than an hour had passed when she decided to head for some lunch. The restaurant was quiet, so she loaded a plate from the self serve buffet with seafood rice, sautéed potatoes and a large portion of roasted chicken, she needed carbohydrates and stodge to make up for her lack of sleep the night before. Taking it to a small table tucked away in the corner she ordered a bottle of water and tucked in.

As she was starting on a dessert of fresh fruit, she heard a lot of noise, turning to the door she spotted Jan, Ernie and Katrin walking in, like celebrities, a dozen kids fighting to hand on their arms. Finding a table they deposited the children with their parents, then attacked the buffet themselves. No one had noticed her, and she was glad, but she did hear Ernie laughing.

                “Whoa Jan! A big lunch! Normally ‘I’ll have salad’! What were you doing last night?”

The three of them guffawed and Jan rather indignantly replied, “We all need energy once in a while.”

As he sat down he spotted her, she saw the exact second that his eyes flared, his mouth burst into an involuntary grin. He looked down at the large plate of steak and fries he’d selected then looked back at her poignantly, before hiding a smile as his colleagues joined him.

Ellen returned to her room, not wanting to spend time in the sun, or rather wanting to catch up on some sleep before another possible late night with Jan. Another wild night? She pondered. This was a holiday romance, she could be under no illusions here, and once she’d crossed that boundary with Jan the night before, she had to see it for what it was. She was an a vulnerable place, he was boosting her confidence, helping her feel human, alive, desired again, it was a mutually beneficial relationship and she intended to make the most of it. A week of being desired, loved and adored was EXACTLY what her fragile ego needed. She wasn’t expecting anything more than that....honest.