31 Days of Summer (31 Days #2) (11 page)

Ellie

I manoeuvred in his arms, my legs around his waist
and my arms around his neck as I focussed on his eyes as the cold water rose
around us. I could feel my body trembling against his hard one, but I could see
from his face that he wasn’t going to let anything happen to me. He was right,
I needed to get over my issue with being in water. I hadn’t even had a bath
since I’d left the island in January, I always took showers and I used to love
my baths. I concentrated instead on his little Freudian slip of “living on the
island” to keep my mind off what he was doing. Was he seriously asking me to
move in with him? To pack up my life in London and just move up here? I
frowned. He couldn’t be. I knew he cared for me, deeply, but he hadn’t even
told me that he loved me. Surely love came before you asked someone to move in
with you? Maybe he was just expressing his thoughts on what would happen
further down the line.
That
was something we needed to talk about. In
fact we still had so much to talk about and this time tomorrow I’d be flying
home, with no idea when I was going to see him next or if this could even work.
I buried my face in his neck and closed my eyes. Right now I was more scared of
losing him than the cold water rising up my back.

Wednesday 9
^th
July ~ Year One

Ellie

‘Hmmm.’ I woke up with a
contented sigh to feel Dan’s hands gently kneading my breasts and he kissed my
neck.

‘Morning, how are you feeling?’ he murmured.

‘Amazing, I had a wonderful night thank you,’ I
replied as I stretched in the bed. He hadn’t quite convinced me to try
swimming, but he’d submerged me to my shoulders, before we splashed about in
the shallow edges. We’d lain in each other’s arms looking up at the sky as he
pointed out the various constellations, before we got dressed and headed back
down to the helicopter. Instead of talking, we’d made love again and fallen
asleep. I’d woken up in the night and left him sleeping while I’d been sick a
number of times in the bathroom. I wasn’t sure if it was something I’d eaten,
the impact of dealing with my water phobia or the fact that my flight home was
rapidly approaching. Quite possibly all three manifesting in a stressed out
state. Time was running out on us, but I couldn’t stop him now, not when he’d
just teased my nipples to stiff points and made me wet in seconds again.

‘I had a wonderful night too, fancy making it an
even more wonderful morning?’ he asked as he nibbled my earlobe.

‘You don’t have work to do?’

‘Yes, but I’d rather do this,’ he advised, as he
snaked his hand down between my legs and through my already swollen abused
flesh from his vigorous fucking of me by the waterfall. I winced, but the pain
was soon offset as his fingers gently went to work on my clit and I parted my
thighs for him and my hips rose of their own accord. He could be so gentle, his
fingers had the delicate touch of someone who played instruments, the piano
maybe. I had so many questions to ask him, not just about how we were going to
do this, but about his past, his childhood, his business. I wanted to know
everything about him. My errant thoughts were soon redirected back to the
sensation of pleasure spreading outwards from my core.

‘I’d rather you do this too,’ I sighed, as I
clutched his face and kissed him, losing myself in his expert mouth and hands.
‘You’re a sensational kisser.’

‘Just kissing?’ he teased.

‘Sensational everything, but you know that.’

‘You bring out the best in me,’ he replied, as he
slid two fingers inside me making me cry out and arch my back.

‘I do?’ I uttered, as I tried to focus on him.

‘You do,’ he confirmed. ‘Less talk, focus on
coming for me, Ellie. I want you to come with my fingers, then my tongue, and
again when I make love to you.’

‘I want to taste you too, I want to run my hands
over your body, stroke that cock of yours and lick and suck it. I want to eat
you alive.’

‘Now that talk I don’t mind,’ he laughed, as he
silenced me with his mouth while he took me to the peak of my first orgasm for
the morning, not quite letting me ride it out until he firmly pressed on my
g-spot, muffling my sobs of pleasure with his tongue. ‘Ellie, Ellie, Ellie. You
come so easily for me.’

‘I aim to please,’ I sighed, as I tried to come
down from an incredible high.

‘Only me.’

‘Only you,’ I agreed and squirmed as he moved down
my body, trailing his tongue between my breasts before cupping them in each
hand. He ran one thumb over my aching nipple and took the other between his
teeth and bit down on it as I squealed. ‘Owwww.’

‘Pain and pleasure, Ellie. There’s a fine line, one
I want to teach you all about.’

‘You want to hurt me?’ I could hear the edge of
worry in my voice.

‘Not hurt you, but take you to your limits of
pleasure,’ he bit my nipple again and I gasped and felt myself clench as I got
wetter.

‘See, that type of pain can take you to new
levels.’

‘Do I need a contract?’

‘You’ve been reading too much,’ he laughed, as he
looked up at me. ‘No contracts, you just trust that I’ll never take you beyond
what you can handle. I’d never force you to do anything you don’t want and it
won’t happen overnight. In time you’ll trust me completely and when I know that
you do then we can start with gentle pleasure stimulators like biting and
spanking.’

‘Spanking!’ I uttered, horrified. I was a grown
woman, not a little child.

‘Remember that time I spanked you when I had you
over my shoulder? It turned you on, you’re so receptive, Ellie. I’m going to
love showing you what we’re capable of.’

‘I’m not … I’m not enough for you as I am?’ I
whispered, fears of my lack of desirability flooding back. I couldn’t fall for
someone only to be rebuffed again, to have him confirm I didn’t match his
expectations. Except it was too late, I’d already fallen.

‘You’re perfect for me, never doubt my attraction
for you, I’ll never get enough of you, Ellie Baxter. It’s because I want to
please you, I know where I can take you, how much more I can offer you, that
I’ll want to take you down this road.’ He looked at me so sincerely I gulped.

‘So there’s nothing in it for you?’

‘Of course there is,’ he smiled. ‘When you’re
happy, I’ll be happy. My enjoyment is dependent on yours. Plus I get seriously
intense ejaculations when I come too, which doesn’t hurt.’

‘How can you be so selfless?’ I asked shaking my head.
My limited experience was most men were in it for themselves.

‘I’m not,’ he frowned. ‘Call me old fashioned if
you like. My job as the man in the relationship is to make sure my woman is
happy. You have no idea how much it hurt me to keep distancing myself last
year.’

‘It hurt me too,’ I confirmed with a nod.

‘So, let me get back to those two orgasms I
promised you and then we can eat and discuss how I avoid hurting you again in
future.’

I nodded and caught my breath as he kissed his way
down my stomach, licking around my navel as I weaved my fingers into his hair
and gently tugged at it while my toes curled. He settled between my willingly
spread thighs and opened me up, planting a delicate kiss on my clit that sent
ripples up through my torso, making my skin crackle. His five o’clock shadow
added some roughness to my thighs as he slipped his tongue inside me, the
additional stimulation not needed, but certainly welcomed. He licked, probed
and sucked, circling my clit before plunging back into me again until I was
writhing on the bed begging him to let me come. It seemed each time he sensed I
was close, he’d slow down and pull back. I felt wrecked even before he finally
let me scream my way to another powerful orgasm, soaking his face as I reached
the peak of my orgasm.

‘O. My. God,’ I whined, as he kissed his way back
up my body.

‘You taste delicious, I could eat you all day,
baby.’ He smiled as he observed the state of me, I could tell without even touching
it, that my hair was all matted at the back from pillow friction. I may not
have experienced Molly’s marvellous tongue, but from what Brooke had told me of
it, Dan’s would rival it.

‘You’re going to kill me with orgasms.’

‘But I’ll always be here to revive you,’ he
advised, as he held my face and slowly kissed me, giving me a chance to catch
my breath before he slowly sank into me, filling me completely and making me
cry as he made love to me tenderly. I clung to him after, his warm body
soothing my trembling one. I lay a little trail of kisses along his damp throat
and heard him sigh contentedly, before he scooped me up and carried me into the
shower with him. I spent some time soaping up his muscular body, wishing I had
my camera. Water trickling down that groove in his hip towards his fresh
erection was a sight for sore eyes. I dropped to my knees and ran my tongue up
his shaft, marvelling at the thickness of it. He spread his thighs and anchored
his feet to the tiled floor, pushing my hair out of my face as I took him in my
mouth. ‘Eyes on mine at all times,’ he growled.

I nodded, as I slowly moved my mouth up and down,
watching his face change. He lost all that cocksure confidence, as his eyelids
hung heavy and his perfectly formed lips parted on an inhalation that whistled
through his teeth. I gripped the bottom of his shaft with one hand, unable to
take him fully into my small mouth, so cupped his balls with the other and
gently squeezed, which elicited a loud groan from him and a thrust forward of
his hips. His taste was so masculine, so potent. Never before had I longed to
suck someone’s cock, but Dan’s was a delicacy to be appreciated, savoured and
worshipped. Even if I didn’t enjoy it so much, he deserved some selfless
pleasure, just as he gave to me, over and over. I moved faster as we maintained
eye contact, his green eyes darkening, his hips matching my movements,
encouraging me to speed up as the odd grunt left the back of his throat. I
swirled my tongue around his tip, sweeping away the salty moisture seeping from
him as my name came out in a garbled expletive. His thighs and buttocks tensed
and I saw his jaw tighten. He was close. He’d better be close, I already had
jaw ache. I needed to practice some jaw muscle exercises and deep throat techniques
to last longer and please him even more. Wrapped up in my thoughts and his
expressive eyes, I was startled back to reality as my throat was flooded with
him again and again.

‘I’m seriously drowning in you, Miss Baxter,’ he
sighed as he helped me to my feet and caught me up in his arms and took my
mouth in a crushing kiss.

‘Don’t tell me you’re still hungry,’ I laughed, as
he looked over at my plate after finishing his own full English breakfast,
which had been prepared especially as it was already lunchtime. He’d had a
plateful that could have fed two men with some spare.

‘I’ve had a busy twenty-four hours,’ he grinned,
as he stabbed a left over sausage on my plate and devoured it.

‘So my flight’s at eight-thirty tonight,’ I
casually advised as I poured us both some hot black coffee.

‘You really have to go back?’ he sighed.

‘I have a partners meeting tomorrow.’

‘I’ll have Dean fly us and I can come back in the
morning, if you don’t mind me staying overnight?’

‘It’s your house,’ I reminded him, as I sipped and
inhaled the steam.

‘Your house, you’re paying rent. I don’t want to
presume anything.’

‘So let’s not presume. Let’s put our cards on the
table.’

‘I can’t now, I need to go.’

‘You’re going to see her?’

‘Yes of course.’

‘O … right,’ I nodded as I took a large gulp. Was
I seriously feeling jealous of his comatose wife?

‘What? You have that face.’

‘What face?’

‘I know when you’re bottling stuff up. What did
you expect? That I’d just dump my wife because we’ve started something?’

‘Dump your wife? Thanks for the reminder where I
stand. She’s only your wife in name, Dan.’

‘Meaning?’ he frowned.

‘How long are you going to keep torturing yourself
and her parents?’ I asked. He sat up straight and glared at me.

‘I’m not torturing anyone. I’m trying to help.’

‘No,’ I said softly. ‘You’re trying to hold onto
the guilt and you don’t realise how much it’s hurting you, as well as Theo and
Florie.’

‘Don’t you start as well,’ he warned as his eyes narrowed.
It was just like in December, like someone had flipped a switch and the
shutters were slowly coming down.

‘We need to discuss this, Dan. If I’m going to be
a part of your life I need to know where I stand.’

‘You already know. I’m married. I have certain
daily responsibilities and this is going to have to work around that,’ he
responded stubbornly. I resisted the urge to bite back at the “this” comment.

‘So you’re telling me that you have no intention
of letting her go, of letting you all move on and starting a new life with
me?
’

‘Ellie, don’t back me into a corner.’

‘I’m not backing you into a corner. I’m not saying
choose between us right now, I just need to know that if this relationship
continues, at some stage I’ll be the priority in your life, just like you’d be
mine.’

‘Well it’s easier for you,’ he snapped, as he ran
a hand through his hair.

‘No it’s not. It’s not my dream to have a
relationship with a man who spends four hours a day of his life on someone who
doesn’t even know he’s there. You think that’s what I’ve dreamed of when I
imagined us being together?’

‘So what? You just want me to go over today, turn
off her ventilator so you and I can live happily ever after?’

‘No, don’t be so obtuse. I’m trying to hold a
discussion with you, I’m not dictating terms. I just need you to understand
that it’s not every woman’s dream to have her boyfriend visiting his ex-wife on
a daily basis. Her being in a coma doesn’t change that.’

‘And I can’t change that Ellie. We’re a few days
into a relationship and you’re asking me to promise that I’m going to let her
go and marry you one day?’

‘No,’ I sighed. ‘I just need to know that you’re
thinking about the future and what not letting her go will mean for us if we
continue this. It’s not my fantasy to spend the rest of my life in second place
to someone else.’