by Anna Jane
Elle came back from the stars slowly and then opened her eyes to see Mark looking at her and smiling. He dipped his head and kissed her gently and then encouraged her to sit up so he could remove her jumper. He eased it off carefully because of her cast. He tossed the jumper aside and then dispensed with her bra as well. He whipped his own jumper above his head and threw it on the floor.
Next came the jeans. Mark eased Elle's jeans down her legs and tossed them aside. He then grinned at her before reaching for her silky thong which he eased down her legs. He then stood and unbuttoned himself. He hunkered out of his jeans and shorts to expose his massive length, jutting out proudly.
Elle felt her gaze glued to his groin, ached to feel him inside her. She reached out to touch him, unable to help herself. He felt silky, smooth to the touch and she stroked him up and down rhythmically as he gazed down at her, desire clouding his eyes. She then took him in her mouth and licked and sucked his velvet length. He groaned loudly clearly loving her touch. After several minutes under her ministrations he pulled back from her, quickly sheathing his body before pushing her back to lie on top of her. 'I can't take any more of that, I need to be inside you when I come.'
Mark positioned himself at her opening and slowly pushed himself inside her. Elle gasped as he inched further and further inside her, filling her completely. He stopped when he reached the hilt, waiting for her to adjust his size.
Elle felt complete. The feel of him inside her was magical. He filled her so completely, felt so perfect as if they had been designed to fit together. This wonderful moment was close to heaven.
Mark was in ecstasy. The feeling of her warm heat, tight around him was amazing. The sensation of being close and intimate with another person so incredible. Making love with someone he cared for added a whole range of emotions.
Mark began to move, slowly at first then with increasing passion. Elle moaned her satisfaction at the growing pleasure. In and out Mark thrust and pounded until Elle cried out as her world exploded. Mark let himself go and cried out as he came.
They held each other fast, bodies heaving with exhilaration. Mark rolled them so they lay side by side, facing one another.
'That was amazing,' Mark murmured huskily.
Elle chuckled, 'You're amazing,' she replied. 'No-one has ever made me feel the way you do. My body is in shock!'
'In that case, they're idiots. I don't think anyone has ever taken time enough to let you enjoy your pleasure. The way you respond to me is quick and instinctive. They obviously weren't doing things right.'
'Can I tell you something?' Elle asked, a little unsure.
'Anything, sweetheart,' Mark replied.
'There has only ever been one other man. The boyfriend I told you about. And he, well he..'
'What Elle? He what? Whatever it is you can talk to me about it.'
'Well its just that he...he told me I was...frigid. Rubbish. That I didn't do anything well in bed. He destroyed my confidence for some time. That was until I realised what a jerk he was and dumped him.'
Mark gritted his teeth at this new knowledge. What kind of idiot had she been seeing. How anyone could consider Elle frigid was beyond him. She was the most passionate, responsive partner he had ever encountered. She turned him on immeasurably and was beautiful to cap it all off!
'Elle, the guy needs his head seeing to. You are the most incredible lover I have ever had. And I am not just saying that. I wouldn't lie to you about this. You turn me on more than any other woman ever has. When you kiss me, I'm instantly hard. When you touch me, I could explode immediately. Don't ever think you're anything less than perfect in bed, Elle. The guy was an idiot not to realise what he had with you. I think it was probably his lack of skill that contributed towards the problem,' Mark mused.
'It definitely was Mark. I know that now after being with you. He never made me feel any of the things you have. I don't think I ever experienced a..you know..'
Mark grinned at her. 'An orgasm?'
'Yes,' she blushed. 'You were my first. A bit embarrassing really.'
'Elle, its not embarrassing, its wonderful. I feel incredibly honoured.' Mark really did feel like this was something very special. Even though he hadn't been her first, he had been the only one to show her true pleasure. He felt a sense of protectiveness and suddenly very territorial over her. He wanted her to be his. No other man to touch her. Mark felt the beginnings of a deep emotion very foreign to him. It scared and excited him at the same time. He gave her another cuddle and then eased himself into a sitting position. 'I'm going to try and salvage our dinner. I'm hungry.'
Elle watched Mark as he went to the kitchen naked and started warming plates of food. He was tanned all over, aside from his butt cheeks which were a pale white. Elle found herself giggling as she watched him.
'What?' he demanded from the kitchenette.
'Nothing!' she giggled some more.
'Tell me! Other wise I may just have to tickle it out of you.'
'It was silly. Your bum. Its pasty white, and the rest of you is really tanned. You ought to get it out more often.'
'Only on special occasions,' he laughed amused by her playfulness. 'But now you mention it, if it involves you getting yours out too, I might be in on it!'
He walked back, comfortable with his nakedness, carrying two plates of food.
'Starter,' he announced.
'Ooh! My favourite.'
'Breaded king prawns with chilli dip,' he told her.
Mark lifted a prawn by the tail and dipped it into the sauce. He then lifted it to her mouth and she took a bite, sauce spilling on to her lips. Before she could lick it off, Mark had leant over and suckled it off himself before popping the rest of the prawn he held into his mouth.
'This is how I like to do dinner,' he said, enjoying the relaxed surroundings. They ate the prawns together, feeding each other, relishing the good food and company. Mark brought their main course next which was a dish with salmon, new potatoes and a variety of vegetables. They ate on the bed, knees crossed, plates balanced in front of them. It was delicious and when they were done Elle flopped back on the bed full. 'Uh! I am stuffed. That was so good though. Mark, you've outdone yourself.'
'I'm glad you approve. Now that just leaves dessert.'
'Mark! I couldn't. I am so full. I couldn't eat one more little bit,' Elle exclaimed.
Mark grinned and got up, taking the finished plates with him. He fiddled in the kitchen and came back with a bowl and a bottle of chocolate sauce. He sat down and smiled lazily at her, mischief dancing in his deep brown eyes. 'You don't have to eat any, Elle. I did plan on eating some though. Maybe make dessert more interesting.'
Was he planning what she suspected? He pulled the bottom of the sheet that covered her lower half and inched it down until she was exposed. He creamy length spread out before him and he reached for the sauce and held it over her stomach. He squeezed a drop out of the bottom. It fell onto her tummy with a plop and Mark bent and licked the chocolate with his tongue. He raised his head and looked at Elle, saw the heat in her eyes.
'Let me taste you Elle. I want to taste you, make you come. I want you to come so hard you scream out my name.'
'Yes, Mark.' Elle felt eager for his touch, willing to try new adventurous things with him.
Mark opened her legs at the knees and then reached for his chocolate sauce. He squeezed the bottle so that it spilled thick, viscous liquid all over her sex. He bent then, lapping and licking at her centre, loving the way she bucked and moaned as he lavished attention on her. He licked and circled his tongue on her clitoris and she cried out his name. She felt the welcome onset of orgasm and began spiralling out of control. As she floated higher Mark thrust two fingers inside her and pushed her higher and higher until the combination of his mouth and fingers was too much to bear and she came hard and fast.
Mark eased the intensity of his tongue and gradually drew back letting her relax in afterglow. He lay down beside and smiled.
Elle was in heaven. The orgasm had been incredible. She felt eager to return the favour though. She pushed herself up onto one arm and reached for the chocolate sauce. Before he realised her intention, she had squeezed sauce all over his hardened length.
Mark was stunned at Elle's sudden movement. She got up and suddenly he felt the cold sensation of chocolate sauce all over his groin. He was hot with wanting and the coldness against his shaft made him shiver with delight. Elle bent her head and took him in her mouth. She sucked and licked at his throbbing member until he was aching with the need for release. She took him by surprise again and released him. She then climbed onto his lap and took him inside her with one, deliberate movement.
Mark called out her name as she slid down his aching length. She lifted herself up and down rhythmically milking his shaft again and again. Mark clasped her swaying breasts and kneaded them with his hands and fingers, bringing Elle to the brink alongside him.
Elle felt the pressure in her building as she rode Mark wildly. She couldn't hold back, in fact quickened her pace as she headed towards release. Up and down, circling her hips too as she ground against him.
Mark knew he was about to come, had thrown his head back in search of release. He wanted her with him when he came though so reached one hand to her cleft and rubbed and circled her taut little peak with deliberate movements. Elle ground down against his adventurous fingers and then cried out as her orgasm hit fever pitch. She continued pumping up and down on Mark's length as he cried out his release too. She rode and circled her hips gradually slowing down until they both had ridden their peaks.
Elle and Mark lay together, arms encircling their waists. A blissful reverie for both of them. They gradually drifted off, sleeping together in comfort.
Chapter 12
Elle woke to the sunlight streaming in the windows and a body that ached all over. She stretched lazily, easing the kinks out of her muscles.
Mark woke as Elle shifted, surprised to see daylight so soon.
'Oh, crap,' he muttered. 'I have to be at work. I didn't mean to fall asleep like that!'
Elle was a little disappointed that Mark had to get up and go to work, and also that they couldn't have woken each other in a much nicer way. Mark threw the covers aside and dressed in a rush. Elle followed suit as she would need a lift home.
'I'm sorry to rush off Elle. It's just that I have an important meeting to be at today so I can't be late. I'll drop you back at the house and maybe see you later?'
'That would be nice. You could come for dinner. I'll cook if you like!'
'Great, it sounds perfect. Come on now, we better get moving.'
Mark hurried Elle out of the door and into the car. He tore away in a flash and they drove back along the country roads to 'The Sanctuary.'
'I'll see you later then sweetheart.' Mark leant over and kissed Elle briefly before pulling away. Elle got out and waved him off feeling annoyed at herself for letting herself feel so down. She had had such an amazing evening with Mark that it was a let down to be suddenly dumped back in reality where jobs and work play a major role in life.
Elle let herself into the house and sat down heavily on the sofa. Would Mark always be rushing off for a job if they became involved in a relationship. What would he put first? His work? Or her? Elle mused on this till she drove herself crazy. She decided to do something with her time to stop herself constantly thinking. It was driving her nuts.
Elle took a short drive the local mini supermarket and stocked up on lots of luxurious foods for the evening. She would cook him an amazing meal. That was sure to please him, she thought. And then they could spend lots of quality time together. It would be great. Elle smiled at the thought.
Elle spent most of the afternoon finishing jobs for The Sanctuary. She phoned the contractors and arranged some last minute details, contacted a local plumber and arranged for the electrician to work the following week. At 5pm she bathed and changed, carefully dressing again for Mark's benefit. She wore a long sleeved black woollen dress which hugged her figure well. She wore her hair up with softly, curled tendrils hanging at the front.
Elle then spent the next hour preparing a three course meal for Mark to enjoy. With everything bubbling away nicely, she poured herself a glass of wine and sat down to wait for Mark's arrival.
Elle waited. She checked her watch, 7.15. He was fifteen minutes late. Well, that wasn't too bad was it? Elle waited a little longer. She then turned off the dinner when it reached half past. Elle went to the front window and looked out for him. 8pm came and went. Elle tried phoning on her mobile. It went straight to voice mail. Elle began to feel angry. Annoyed. Had she been stood up? Could he not have let her know?! How dare he treat her like this, she thought, cross now.
9pm came and went. Till no Mark, still no phone call. Elle went past anger. She was furious with him. She was also confused. Things had been so wonderful between them the night before. Maybe he had changed his mind, had second thoughts. Maybe she had come on too strong, scared him off. Whatever the reason, why had he not had the common courtesy to call and say he wasn't going to make it. Where an earth was he? He had to come home to sleep sometime didn't he?
Elle microwaved a portion of the ruined dinner and ate it without pleasure. She was still stewing on Mark's absence. It was rude of him. Very rude. Unless..unless, he couldn't phone she thought suddenly. What if he was hurt? Had an accident somewhere. He did drive like an idiot she thought aggressively. Fear coiled in her gut at the realisation that he might be in pain or hurting.
A beeping sound broke Elle from her thoughts. It was her mobile she realised. She jumped up and rushed to her bag. She was disappointed to find only a text waiting for her on her phone. She opened messages and found it was indeed Mark. The text read, 'Not going to make tonight. Sorry. Back 2m.'
Elle almost threw the phone across the room. Not going to make it! Could he not have sent that message 3 hours ago or before she had prepared herself and a beautiful meal? Well, he could lump it. That was it. If he was going to treat her like that then she would find someone else to go on dates with. She frowned suddenly though. It just seemed so odd. So out of character. Why had he even arranged to see her if he wasn't going to able to make it?
'Uh!' Elle exclaimed frustrated and went to bang some kitchen equipment around to ease her tension. All the banging around didn't help her though so she grabbed her purse and slammed her way out of the front door. Elle drove away from the house, still feeling furious.
Elle wound down the country roads a little fast, a little bit reckless. She couldn't get him out of her mind. How dare he? It seemed so rude, so out of character. Was this the same man who had treated her so well, tried so hard to make their first date so special. Was this an indication of what it would be like once they were together? Would he stand her up often? Would he be a good boyfriend/partner?
Elle swung into the local town and found a parking space easily. She needed some time to think and wandering around the local area may help her she thought. She couldn't stay home, where everything around her reminded her of his rudeness tonight. All that wasted food, wasted effort. Elle huffed and puffed to herself as she locked up her car, eyebrows knotted in a frown. She started to walk, or rather stomp down the high street. She walked past shops and restaurants, past couples holding hands which made her even more furious. She glanced up as she crossed the road and noticed a property agents advertising local homes for sale, as she looked to the name above she saw it said 'Mark Hunter Properties.' Perfect. That was just perfect. Just when she didn't want to be reminded of Mark there he was again. She turned away and walked past, down the high street. Suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks. It was Mark, he was exiting a restaurant with a woman. They were both laughing and she watched in horror as the woman linked her arm through his and they strolled down the walkway still happy and joking. What on earth? Was Mark playing her? Was he seeing another woman behind her back? Why would he do that? Why would he bother to chase her, to date her
, to sleep with her if he was seeing someone else? Was he one of those men who were serial philanderers?
Elle was angry. She saw red. She turned and headed for her car, blindly mad. But all of sudden her eyes cleared, he vision clarified. No. Don't walk away, she thought. Don't let him get away with this, confront him. Say your piece.
So Elle reversed her direction and jogged down the street after them. She caught up with them quickly, they were still arm in arm, still smiling.
Elle ran up till she was right behind him then none too quietly shouted, 'Hey!'
Mark turned and his face registered surprise. Elle was too angry to stop her tirade, too angry to notice that he didn't look at all guilty.
'What in earth are you doing standing me up like that? I waited for hours. And for what? A lousy little text. You're a coward Mark. A cheat and a coward. How dare you stand me up for her, how dare you cheat on me with another woman. This morning you spoke of a future and now you're off with someone else!'
Mark watched confused and shocked as Elle went off on her tangent on completely the wrong end of the stick. Once she had calmed down he would explain but not with her in this state of fury.
'Excuse me for one moment Marjorie,' he spoke to the other woman.
He then walked to Elle and spoke to her in low, flat tones. 'I am not a cheat, I am not a coward. You have managed to get this all wrong. I know I need to apologise for not being there for dinner tonight but what I was doing tonight was important. I wasn't cheating on you, I was selling part of my business. I was making it so that I can work from home, build a life with you if you gave me a chance to. I've had enough of it, the ruthless buy and sell of this business. Marjorie is one of my business partners, the fiance of my brother. Brother. She is not and never will be more. Now I will speak to you soon. For now, I'm going to go and excuse your rudeness.'
With that final comment, he walked away, clearly annoyed. Elle understood now but still felt incensed. She had every right to be angry, she believed. Maybe she had been wrong to accuse him of cheating but that was how it had looked to her. How did he expect her to react after he stood her up and then walk out a restaurant with a beautiful blonde? Elle decided to go home. She got in her car and drove the winding route home, slower this time, thinking all that way. She felt confused now, calmer so she was thinking more clearly. She wished she hadn't said all those things in such anger, wished she had found out what Mark's absence had been about before she reacted. Elle felt angry with herself now. Mark had been trying to do something for their future and look how she had reacted. Elle arrived home and immediately went to bed. A restless night followed as Elle tossed and turned over the days events.