by Anna Jane
Chapter 13
Mark stormed up the path to the stone white cottage. He felt angry. Annoyed that she could so easily ignore him after everything that had happened between them. Heady emotion swirled through Mark's blood and he didn't know quite how or what to do about what he was experiencing.
No answer at the cottage door made Mark's blood boil even hotter. Shoving at the pretty little door he was surprised to find it open. Without a second thought for her privacy, Mark stomped in calling her name.
'Elle! Elle! Where are you. You're going to talk to me whether you like it or not. I'm not taking no for an answer this time.'
There was still no response so Mark continued through to the back of the house. Through to the elegant conservatory Mark suddenly caught sight of her.
Elle stood in the garden, gloves covering her hands. She was chopping at a rose bush, pruning it to within an inch of its life. She was completely oblivious to his presence and he drank in her profile as she went about her day.
Mark headed out the back door and once again called her name, 'Elle!'
Elle started violently as her name was called. Her head whipped around and her eyes narrowed as she saw him. 'What are you doing here? I'm not ready to speak to you yet. I haven't invited you in, please leave.' Elle's eyes were blazing, anger now simmering within her.
'We need to talk.'
'I have nothing to say to you. I want you to leave.'
'Elle. Please. I haven't been able to think, to sleep. I needed to see you. Did what he have together really mean so little to you?' His voice was still angry and gruff but a subtle difference appeared in his face as he asked the question.
Elle didn't know how to answer him. How could she tell him that what they had experienced together had moved her beyond words and how easily she could love him, maybe already did. On the other hand she felt afraid. She didn't know if it would work between them. She was looking to settle down, build a sanctuary, build a family and friendship group.
Unsure of how to answer him, she pulled of her gloves, threw them to the garden floor and headed to the house 'You need to leave,' she uttered as she started past him.
Just as she walked past him he grabbed her wrist roughly and pulled her against him. She landed flush against him, head snapping up to give him a peace of her mind. The look on his face stole her breath away. His eyes were hot with anger and desire. His mouth pulled tight as he struggled to contain his temper. Elle's large brown eyes flickered from his eyes to his mouth and back again a his intent became clear.
Before she could do anything to stop him his mouth was on hers. His onslaught was brutal, crushing his lips onto hers. He was rough, taking what he wanted and then still demanding more. Elle could do nothing to stop the kiss. After the first second though she found herself wanting him as desperately as he seemed to want her. She opened her mouth to him and gave him all that she could slanting her mouth against his to establish a deeper contact.
Mark held her close, his arms encircling her back. He anticipated her retreat but when she moved her mouth under his and offered her tongue to his he knew that she still wanted him. He risked releasing her and running his hands over the contours of her body.
His hands travelled down to cup her buttocks. She wore small shorts which were loose enough for him to slip his hands inside. He reached inside to cup her naked buttocks. So soft and toned, a perfect handful designed for his hands only. Next he lifted one hand up to her t shirt and he trained it up her flat stomach to her pert breasts. He pushed her bra out of his way and rolled and massaged the nipple with his fingers.
Elle groaned against his mouth, the sound deep and longing, muffled as Mark's tongue still swirled inside her mouth. His hand left her aching breast and travelled down to to front of her shorts. He slipped it down and into her silky panties. His hand cupped her mound, feeling her heat before he searched for evidence of her desire. Elle arched against him desperate for him to touch her more intimately, ready and aching for release from this desire he created in her.
Mark rubbed the outside of her folds and then slipped one finger to her centre. He found her extremely wet and ready. This pleased Mark that he could make her so excited so easily. She was such a responsive partner and the fact that she enjoyed what he did to her made Mark's libido swell. Mark rubbed at her wet silky nub eliciting groans and gasps from Elle. He felt her sex tighten under his fingers so he increased the pressure and speed of his fingers bringing Elle to a fast and explosive orgasm.
Just as Mark was slowly rubbing her into oblivion and kissing her senseless as well, he suddenly increased in his ministrations at her sex. Elle felt her nipples swell, her sex lift in response. Suddenly she felt herself tighten then she saw stars, her body floated away in oblivion and she went limp in his arms. Mark held her tight with one arm encircling her, the other still in her pants.
Mark waited for her to ease out of her climax and then withdrew his hands from her underwear. To her surprise he scooped her up in his arms and headed to the base of the garden under the large old oak tree. He knelt with her and then sat beside her. From this point under the tree they were hidden from view, the large boughs low and laden with leaves and acorns.
Mark moved to kiss Elle. His kiss this time was different. Soft, searching. He took his time waiting for Elle to respond, coaxing her to enjoy him. His hands reached for the breasts still covered by her t shirt. After caressing and squeezing through the cotton Mark wanted more. He lifted her t-shirt over her head and then pulled her already opened bra away from her body. A little unsure at being exposed outside Elle lifted her eyes to Mark. 'Its okay. We can't be seen from here.'
Reassured and in all honesty excited by this development, Elle lifted her arms to Mark's shoulders and decided to be bold, 'Okay then big boy. I'm all yours.'
Mark smiled and bent to kiss Elle's pouting lips. He loved her like this, playful and delicious. Offering herself to him, losing her inhibitions for him.
Mark lowered his head and kissed a light feather kiss to both breasts. 'Tell me what you want.'
Elle had never been asked before what she liked in bed before. Previous partners had taken what they wanted, often unconcerned about her own desires.
'I like it when you suck hard on my breasts,' she said, suddenly brazen enough to be honest about that she liked. 'I like everything you do to me Mark. You turn me on so much.'
Mark smiled with the knowledge and bent to suckle her breasts. He licked and then suckled, taking her whole nipple deep within his mouth making her insides clench with desire. He bent to her other breast and sucked it till she cried out.
His hands trailed down to her ribs and then stomach. He stroked down past her hips to rest on the top of the v between her legs. His hand rested as he continued to kiss her breasts, tantalisingly close to touching here intimately. She arched close to him, asking him for more. 'Tell me what you want.'
'I want you to touch me there,' she said, willing him to concede.
'Where?' he murmured and one finger dipped low and deep, 'Here?' His hand then moved up to her sensitive nub, 'or here?'
'Its all good Mark, ah! Oh Mark, yes there!' Mark fingers dipped inside and out as his thumb circled her swollen clitoris. He continued to rub and Elle felt her hips rising as another climax approached. Instead of letting her come, Mark stopped short of her reaching the heights. 'I need to be inside you when you come, I want to feel you pulsating around me. Climb on my lap.'
Mark moved into a sitting position and Elle moved to straddle him. She raised herself up and positioned herself over his shaft. He was even bigger and harder thank she remembered. Her mouth suddenly felt parched, in need of a long drink. The ache grew as he still didn't enter her. Mark held out for as long as he could, tantalisingly holding her ready and open over his aching sex. They both looked down and on a groan Elle took him in as he drew her down, hard, long and deep. She took him to the hilt and felt him nudge the tip of her cervix he went so far. They paused, connected in the mos
t intimate way possible. She felt her body adjust to his size and she rocked her hips a little, allowing her clitoris to be stimulated against his skin. She eased back and forth, still fully joined, her sensitive nub loving the feeling of him against her.
Mark was slowly going crazy. She felt incredible. Tight and warm, his penis snug and squeezed inside her. Her movements were almost too much to bear. He held on till her could no longer stop himself from moving things on and then with hands under her buttocks lifted her up to his tip. He then brought her down, loving the sensation it created.
Up and down in a slow steady rhythm, Mark eased her slippery tunnel over his length. He felt his orgasm coming as her tightness pulled at his sensitive skin. Elle had her head back in pleasure, moaning and clasping her breasts tight with her hands as the delicious waves began to take her upwards. Mark placed a thumb on her clitoris and began to circle, her slippery skin lubricating her well. At the touch of his thumb, Elle cried out, the intensive feelings coursing her body rushing to overdrive.
Mark felt her tighten as he continued to pump himself up into her. He felt the luxurious feeling of pre-orgasm and arched himself up as he finally let himself explode into her hot depths. Elle kept riding him as he came, gloriously happy as he shouted his victory. Elle felt her release upon her and increased her pace as the fireworks crashed and shot to the sky.
Elle let her body relax as she floated down from her orgasm. She rocked gently still, enjoying the aftershocks and the feeling of him pulsating inside her. Mark lay, eyes closed, loving the relaxed state of his body and hers. What a wonderful thing it was to enjoy another's body in the open, sea air, naked and carefree. He sighed and opened his eyes to the beautiful sight in front of him. Elle sat mounted on his shaft, her eyes closed, her head gently back. The wind rustled her silky hair and it waved in the air. Her breathing was slightly laboured as she came back from the energetic ride they had taken. Her lips were slightly swollen from his kisses. He looked to her breasts, rosy pink and puckered to attention, again swollen a little after the attention from his mouth. His eyes strayed down to her stomach, the flat white area above where they were joined, then to their sexes, still joined and pulsing.
Without intending to, he felt aroused again. She was so beautiful. So sexy, no woman had even made him feel like this before. He felt his slack sex begin to wake up. Elle opened her eyes as she felt the hardening shaft inside her. 'Not again!' Elle exclaimed opening her eyes. She laughed, throwing her head back in delight. 'You're insatiable!'
'Only for you, Elle. It's you. I've never experienced this before!'
She leant to caress his lips, letting her tongue flicker around his lazy lips. He let her control this, let her take what she wanted. She delved further, slanting her mouth across his and letting her tongue explore his mouth. He hardened as she kissed him, gripping her hips with more pressure.
She sat up slightly and lifted a breast into his mouth. He accepted the nipple greedily, sucking and licking her wantonly. She then held her other breast to his mouth for the same attention. She began to move her hips again but Mark had other ideas. Grabbing her roughly, he rolled them in one swift move so that their positions were reversed. He now lay on top of her, their bodies still joined. He kissed her with abandon and began to thrust in earnest. Elle raised her legs and linked them over his back. This allowed Mark to thrust even deeper, again and again, working her into a fever.
Elle held on tight to Mark as he brought her up and up, closer to orgasm. He reached underneath to cup her buttocks and hold her open and close to him.
Elle cried out as she came arching into his body and drawing him even closer still. He kept his thrusts going as she came and then shouted his climax as he too let himself go.
Collapsing on to of her, he breathed long and deep, inhaling her amazing scent. She held him tight, so tight. Mark was beginning to feel things which were new to him. She made him feel more alive than he had in years, more cared for, masculine. He loved making love with her, he loved her company, how she threw her head back an laughed. He loved how open she was to trying new things, even when it was new and exciting for her. He felt very much in danger of falling completely in love with her, and wasn't altogether sure that it would be such a bad thing.
Feeling mischievous, Mark eased back from her and down her body, kissing his way down. He came to rest between her legs, he pushed them open further still as she realised his intent. 'Mark!' Elle exclaimed, 'I just came.. I'
'This is when its going to feel best. Just because you just climaxed, doesn't mean you can't again. You ever hear of multiple orgasms?'
'Yeah! But I've never experienced them before!'
'You're just about to' he said and lowered his head. Her sex was wet and slippery from the sex they had just enjoyed. Mark licked and sucked, tormented and teased. His tongue was incredible, within seconds she was arching and bucking around him, struggling to stay still for his rampant tongue. He grabbed her hips and held her in place for him. He plundered her depths with his mouth and she cried out in pleasure. On and on he persisted and Elle could no longer contain herself, she spiralled into an explosive and pleasurable orgasm mark chuckled, low and deep he felt her body spasm under his touch. She found release so easily and quickly with him, they were so in tune physically and it was a wonderful feeling to be with someone who brought such intense satisfaction from.
Mark rose to his knees and gathered her clothes. 'Put these on, Elle, I can hear a car.'
Elle hurried into her clothes and struggled to straighten herself up. Mark dressed too and they walked hand in hand up to the house. They were both dressed and decent but were decidedly rumpled.
As they stepped into the house, Elle thought about what she was experiencing with Mark. He was certainly an intense and talented lover and had brought her more pleasure than anyone. She felt a little worried about her deepening feelings for him though as she began to think she may be falling for him. What if he didn't feel the same way? They really needed to talk a few things through now their passion was temporarily sated.
Mark clearly had the same idea as he sat on the sofa and patted the space next to him. Elle sat down ready to talk.
'I think it's pretty obvious that we need to talk Elle.'
'Yeah. We do. Can I apologise first, Mark. I was angry when you didn't turn up and then when I saw you, well, I overreacted. She must have thought I was so rude. I can't take it back so all I can do is say sorry. I'm sorry.'
'Apology accepted. Now let ME explain. Properly this time. Will you listen to me?' he asked.
'Yes, Mark. I'll listen.'
'Okay. I stood you up last night. I am very sorry for that but I'm hoping that when you hear why I stood you up you may understand.'
'Okay, I'm listening,' Elle said, paying close attention to his words.
'I have been thinking for a while now. I told you that I've pretty much made up, professionally. I have travelled the world, know every corner and niche in the property market. I have earned a lot of money. I feel like I've accomplished what I wanted to. The thing is, I'm bored of it. It no longer holds the same appeal as it did before. The other week, when you spoke to me about your ideas for The Sanctuary, your plans about building a home..well, I realised something Elle.'
Elle waited for him to continue but he paused a little too long.
'Mark. I'm on the edge of my seat here. What did you realise?'
'I realised that my family are right. You're right. What I want, what is missing from my life, its a home, its a family, a partner. I started thinking about you and how much you've come to mean to me. I thought of me being the person you built that home with and I realised that that was what I wanted. Now, working as I have done for many years wouldn't give me that stable, settled life I am craving. No, its a life for a young man, an ambitious carefree person. I began thinking about how I could still be fulfilled in my career while also happy personally.'
Once again he paused, much to Elle's annoyance. What he was saying
was life-changing, couldn't he get to the point?
'I have been thinking long and hard. I came to a conclusion. I could sell off part of my huge company. I could also work independently from home to a small, elite clientèle. I began putting the idea out there and that was when Daniel and Marjorie came to see me. Marjorie's father is in property and she has been working for him since she was a girl. She's bright and brilliant and together with Daniel is prepared to buy out a large part of the company and run it themselves. I really like the idea of what I've achieved being continued by my brother, it works on many levels. The idea that I could work from home is completely possible now and fills me with pleasure. A little office, a computer...its all I need. Building a home, well that's something I could pour my heart into. I've got far enough professionally. It's now time for me. For us. Now, I need to complete the deal, sign the papers, finalise everything. I'm hoping that you'll be here waiting for me when I'm through though. I'm going to have to go away for a week, maybe two. Once I've sorted this, we can talk about us. About our future. What do you think?'
Elle's heart was pounding. What did she think? She thought it was wonderful. 'I think that I look forward to having that chat,' Elle smiled.
Mark leaned down and kissed Elle tenderly. 'I'll be back soon, sweetheart.'
'I'll be here,' Elle smiled as he walked out grinning. Come back quick, she thought gleefully.