Thrilling Heaven (Room 103)

by Sidebottom, D H

  “There are some S.A.S seagulls that live on the cliffs outside. Right mean little bastards, they hate me; shit on me frequently. I’m sure they’ll help if you ask ‘em” I suggested with a slight smirk.

  She glared at me but I caught the slight twitch of her lips as she placed my plate of lasagne in front of me. “Wow, baby. Looks almost as tasty as you.”

  She rolled her lips and sighed but lifted a clump of salad onto my plate before taking some for herself.

  She looked at me from across the table through her long eyelashes and I shifted at the slight pressure in my shorts. “So…” I smiled, frantically trying for conversation to take my mind off the erotic images of Jen’s tits smeared in creamy lasagne.

  My god, I was randy. Who the hell pictured their lover smeared with lasagne of all things? Chocolate, cream, even god damn syrup, but lasagne?

  She blew out a breath and smiled nicely… yes, nicely at me.

  Okay, now I was worried.

  “Out with it!” I ordered softly as I prepared myself to the onslaught.

  “Well… I wondered if…” she stammered and I frowned at her nerves. I nodded to encourage her to continue.

  “Well, I thought it might be nice if… we could take a walk down to the beach after we’ve eaten. I’m going a bit bat shit crazy here.”

  I studied her face to spot any sign of sedition but she seemed genuine enough so I smiled back at her. “Yeah, sounds good.”

  She beamed at me then, a proper full on megawatt smile and my heart flustered at it. She was fucking stunning, so god damn beautiful that the bloody angels’ were jealous of her beauty.

  Her white teeth were slightly crooked but that’s what added to her perfection. Her soft nose sloped down and tilted at the end with a slight twist to it, its tip crying out for mine to kiss it. Her plump pink lips were the epitome of sumptuousness and sin and the birthmark that marked the soft skin below her ear just made me hard… don’t ask! You know I’m strange.

  Her body was just sex on order. Her curves made every man drool. Her tight pert boobs made me vibrate; the soft roundness to her tummy shouted out for my hands to sweep over and her curvaceous hips screamed ‘Grab me whilst you plough me’. And her ass! Sweet Jesus, her arse… don’t even ask my thoughts on that piece of kit; you would all be queuing around the corner to slap me.

  I know how all you women stick together!

  “You remember the list, Jen?” I asked out of the blue.

  Her lips lifted between chews as her eyes twinkled brightly and I grinned at her. Pushing my chair back I grabbed my wallet from the cupboard behind me and searched behind one of my credit cards for the tatty eleven year old piece of paper.

  “You kept it?” she gasped as I opened up the small square of now yellowing paper, its edges torn and frayed from my frequent handling.

  Giving her a faint nod, I placed it on the table in front of her, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip as I watched her eyes pool.

  JEN’S LIST OF DREAMS;

  1: To kiss Ethan atop the Eiffel tower.

  2: To swim with dolphins and sing to them with Ethan.

  3: To make a million by the time we reach 25.

  4: To marry Ethan, under the moonlight as the stars twinkle and the wave’s crash under our toes.

  5: To have two children; one boy called Travis and a girl named Devon.

  ETHAN’S LIST OF DREAMS;

  1: To bang Jen atop the Eiffel tower.

  2: To bang Jen whilst the dolphins watch and sing to us.

  3: To have been inside Jen a million times before we reach 25.

  4: To marry Jen, under the moonlight as the stars twinkle and the wave’s crash under our toes. Then to bang the damn life out of her under that same moon.

  5: To have two kids as beautiful as their mom.

  My eyes tracked the trickle of tears that trailed down her cheek as her body shook with laughter.

  “Oh my god, how different life looked when you were sixteen. I can remember us writing that.” She giggled enchantingly, the sweet sound electrifying each cell in my body.

  “Me too, I can still feel each slap you gave me for each dream I had.”

  “Apart from the last one” she whispered as her sad eyes found mine. “Never did fulfil them though, did we.”

  I shrugged as I swallowed my disappointment. “We can change the age to thirty five, baby. It’s just a simple alteration of a number.”

  She smiled sadly as she pushed her food around her plate. “I’m sure you’ve made a million though” she joked. I could read her desperation to lighten our conversation so I nodded humbly.

  “Of course, I’d done that by twenty.”

  She chuckled as she wiped her eyes with the back of her hands.

  “I don’t like the black hair, Jen. It makes you look a biro when you wear that black dress of yours.”

  Her feisty eyes shot up to mine but then she barked out a gust of laughter, “A biro?”

  “Yeah, your hair’s the lid…” I gestured with a sweep of my hand as I took another mouthful of lasagne, “then a piece of skin, the plastic casing; and then more black… the ink. A bic, a biro!”

  She sucked in her lips but her eyes gave away her amusement and I flashed her a wink. “Don’t worry, Ethan. It’s only temporary. It washes out within six washes.”

  I grinned in relief, “Good, you know I love your chestnut waves.”

  She gave me a soft smile; one I noticed reached her eyes this time.

  Was this the beginning of the road back? The start of our petition to close the gap or was it the forming of a friendship and nothing more?

  Either way, it was a light ray of hope and I would grab any morsel of compromise she threw at me.

  Chapter 31

  “We need a dog,” Jen mused as we sat side by side on the sand and watched the moon move fractionally along the horizon. “So we can throw him a stick into the sea and grumble when he shakes water and sand over us.”

  The crash of the waves was comforting in our easy conversation. “Nah, we need kids so I have an excuse to build a sandcastle and paddle in the sea.”

  A soft laugh left her lips, “If you wanna build a sandcastle, Ethan, go for it.”

  I grinned at her and she chuckled. She knew me so well. “You gonna give me help?”

  She stared at me with her brows high, “I’m sure you can build a sandcastle without help.”

  I pouted sulkily at her until she sighed and relented. “What are we gonna use as a bucket?”

  “We don’t need buckets and spades baby, we have hands.”

  She curled her lip as she looked at her long nails. “Ooh, live a little, Jen. Your nails will wash.”

  Within ten minutes we were arguing again. “I wanna build a Batcave, Jen. Please.”

  “Ethan, how the hell are we supposed to build a Batcave?” she grumbled back at me with a pout as she stared at the three anthills we had already created.

  Girls were rubbish at this sort of thing. Even Lego gave them palpitations.

  “We just build a sort of mound then scoop the middle out and when we hit the shops tomorrow we can buy a little Batman and sit him inside. He can help me practice my super powers, he’ll love it.” I nodded to myself, thoroughly pleased with my idea.

  She was silent beside me and I could feel her eyes on me as I pictured the Batcave.

  I jolted when her hand tenderly palmed my cheek and I swung my eyes to her. “You know one day Ethan, you’re gonna make a great dad.” She whispered as my heart exploded and my stomach pitched with both the positives and negatives of her statement.

  She said it with so much adoration that my heart swelled with her words, yet the way she said it gave the indication that it wouldn’t be with her.

  “And you’ll be a great mom to those kids, baby.” I finished for her with both sincerity and insistence in my voice.

  Her lips rolled as her brows puckered slightly before she turned back to the horizon. “Ethan, I…”
/>   I held up my hand. I refused to hear it; I wouldn’t hear it, not again. I had heard it too many times and enough was enough.

  I stood up a little too quickly, blood rushing to my head but I widened my stance to hold my raging body upright as I held out my hand to her. “Walk with me.”

  She stared at me for a while before relenting and placing her tiny hand in the wide circumference of mine. I curled my long fingers around her small ones before I pulled her up.

  We ventured down to the edge of the tide, the moonlight lighting us a path in the darkness as the waves tickled our feet and our toes sunk into the wet sand whilst our fingers linked.

  “I need you to just listen, Jen. I need you to open that damn stubborn mind of yours and finally listen to me. Do you think you can do that?”

  “Ethan…”

  “No! Jen, I asked you to bloody listen so you’ll fucking listen to me. Enough of this bullshit now. Enough pushing me away and enough hurting each other. Let’s throw it out there and deal with it. If I have to sit on you in the god damn ocean, I will. I want you to listen so you will listen. Okay?”

  She drew in a breath and I braced myself for her torrent of abuse but she knocked me sideways somewhat when she accepted my demand. “Okay, I’ll listen. I can’t promise… no, I know whatever you have to say won’t change my feelings about this Ethan, but I’ll listen.”

  Fair enough.

  I nodded. “Firstly, I need to ask you a question.”

  She nodded as she tried to pull her hand from mine but I held firm, tightening my hold on her. “Did you love me as much as I thought you did?”

  She was quiet for a moment and I could see her fumbling for the words she needed. “More, Ethan. More than you think.” She whispered her reply as she squeezed my hand gently.

  The present term of her words wasn’t lost on me but bear with me, I was going somewhere with this.

  “Then let me ask you this. If I had married in the years we were apart, and my wife, a person who’s supposed to share my hopes and dreams and who swears her protection and love to me when we wed; if she hurt me daily, if she beat me black and blue, broke my ribs, broke my fingers, dislocated my shoulder and trampled my spirit in her relentless effort to destroy me. If she put me in hospital for days and made my home a place of terror and fear, if as well as those things she took me away from you, what would you do, Jen? And I need the truthful answer here.”

  Her silence ate at me; it penetrated my soul and squeezed it tight. It seeped into my lungs and froze the oxygen that was held there as my whole essence waited for her reply.

  “I would kill her.”

  She stopped walking, halted by my side as she looked up at me with wet eyes, her tears slicing through my heart as her vulnerability and finally, her acceptance floored me.

  I cupped her face, reaching out to her with my fingers and my soul as she loved me with just her gaze.

  “By the way…” she whispered as she reached on her toes and settled her lips over mine.

  A whimper erupted up my throat with so much ferocity it near choked me.

  Her tiny hands swept behind my head and her familiar tug on my band saw my hair fall to my shoulders so she could rake it. I groaned as she did just that, her tiny fingers combing through my locks as a sigh left her mouth and entered mine. “Jesus, baby” I moaned against her lips as she nibbled my bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth before she licked her hot tongue across the pulse.

  We both dropped to our knees in the edge of the warm salt water as she climbed onto my lap and pulled my mouth further onto hers, her lust and desire now controlling her need for me.

  Her fingers fiddled with the pull-string on my shorts before she slid her hand in and found my raging hard on, her touch hot and soft as she stroked the length of me gently.

  A heavy groan left my mouth as her tongue tickled down the centre of my throat. “I need to feel you, Ethan.” She mumbled as her teeth nipped the skin at the base of my neck.

  Reaching behind me, I grabbed the material of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. Her mouth was on my chest instantly; her soft lips mouthing a trail of wetness down to my stomach. “Jen…”

  I couldn’t breathe as her fingers stroked my dick tenderly and her mouth stroked my torso heatedly.

  She pulled my cock out, her lips curling into a grin against my chest as she lifted, budged her knickers aside and sunk down on me so slowly I thought I might actually die from fervour.

  She remained motionless as her mouth descended on mine again, her kiss more feverish but still full of adoration and love as I slid my fingers under the strap on her summer dress and pulled it to one side, exposing one of her amazing bare breasts to the moonlight.

  “Ethan…” she rasped when I mouthed her peaked nipple and suckled it gently. She moved then, lifting herself softly up and down on my rigid length, riding me delicately and lightly.

  My tongue flicked her nipple and she moaned loudly as her head fell back and her eyelids fluttered.

  The moonlight caught her face and in that moment she looked like an angel, the soft light illuminating her striking features and the rapture on her face.

  “You are so beautiful, Jen. So stunning you take my breath. You make my heart stutter and my soul sing, baby” I told her as I kissed across her breastbone and drew her other nipple into my hot mouth, pulling it between my teeth and gently biting down on it as I released a long drawn out groan when she tightened with excitement around my hardness.

  She moved faster now as her lust ignited and her arousal heightened. Her drives on me growing more greedy and coveted as she pursued her orgasm voraciously.

  I slipped my hand between us and gave her clit ring a slight tug triggering an orgasm so powerful from her that her teeth cracked and her tight pussy strangled my cock, spilling my own climax from me.

  My sperm flooded her, hitting the tip of her then poured from where we both joined, soaking both of us in her cum and mine.

  “Oh God, Ethan… I love you, I love you…God, I – fucking – love – you…” She screamed it at me as her eyes rolled with her head and a shudder rippled violently through her whole body, reigniting my own swell of miracles and making me come hard again.

  “Holy fuck!” I cried as I grit my teeth to the pain that rapidly shot up my spine and exploded into my brain with so much pure ecstasy I thought I had fucking died.

  We both panted heavily as we fought for our equilibriums and waited for the aftershocks to subside.

  I could feel her grin against my shoulder before a slight chuckle softly escaped her mouth. “Fuck me backwards, baby. I think you just nailed the shit out of me” she mocked herself mischievously.

  I closed my eyes but my lips lifted at her statement. “Did we have anal sex? I thought I’d hit your pussy, baby. Sorry if I missed, was never any good at target practice when I was at school.”

  She slapped my arm playfully, “Don’t be gross, I didn’t mean it like that.”

  “I know you didn’t” I laughed as I circled the tip of her nose with my own. “We okay?” I asked cautiously, frightened to ruin the moment.

  She smiled softly but sighed heavily. “To be honest, I don’t know what we are yet, but I’m trying Ethan. I’m trying to understand, I’m willing to listen and I’m positive we’ll find a halfway point somewhere.”

  I nodded. Her honesty meant a lot. It was better than trying to feed me lies just to make me feel better. With the truth, at least I knew where we were, where our relationship was and where it could be eventually.

  “By the way…” she whispered into my hair.

  “…I love you.” I finished with a whisper into her heart.

  Chapter 32

  “You promise you won’t laugh at me?” she shouted from the en-suite door as I grinned widely.

  “I promise, Jen. You wearing the red shoes?”

  “Yes, I promise. Is the chair where I told you to put it?” I could hear her deep inhalation, a sign of her nerves and I
squeezed my eyes shut at the urge to chuckle as I settled back against the headboard.

  “Yes, baby. Are you ready yet? I’m wiggling my ass here.”

  She puffed out a breath and I could picture her teeth sinking into her bottom lip with her apprehension.

  “Okay,” she croaked slowly, “hit it.”

  I jigged a happy dance from my position on the bed as I pointed the remote at the sound system, hit repeat then play and Joe Cocker’s ‘You can leave your hat on’ filled the room musically.

  I was instantly hard before she had even appeared.

  I groaned at the sight of her red heel as it slid up and down the doorframe in time to the music, the toe pointing to the floor as she rotated it round in rhythm. It disappeared before the other foot appeared with a little of her stocking clad leg showing.

  “Oh Christ…” I mumbled under my breath. Those damn shoes were bloody hot and I was already palming my erection.

  A gloved hand stroked the frame now as her foot stepped into the room, her body still hidden and I shivered as I caught that she was actually wearing fishnet stockings.

  “Fuck.”

  A swing of her hip now played around the edge before her whole swaying ass filled my vision, her plump backside sheathed in a short black skirt that fluttered to the side as she rocked it.

  My breathing sped up a little as I now took in her whole sexy demeanour. From the bottom upward; red ‘fuck me’ shoes, fishnet stockings, black floaty mini-skirt, sheer sleeveless cream blouse over a black bra, elbow length black silk gloves and the pièce de résistance… a black bowler hat.

  “Holy shit” I breathed and swallowed at the same time.