Starting Over

Chapter 8

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.