Room 103 02 - Thrilling Heaven (11 page)

I lay watching her as the sun began to stream through the
blinds, marking the new day and the start to the rest of my life.

She was so stunning; her soft chestnut hair fanned out delicately
over the pillow as her chest moved rhythmically with each of her relaxed
breaths, the warm wisps of her life whispering my face as I lay studying her.

Her plump pink lips were parted slightly and her nose
twitched frequently whilst she slept with a look of utter peacefulness.

In all our eleven years together, fair be a little on and
a lot off, this had been the first night we had ever spent as one, and I had
relished every bloody second of it, barely sleeping in my relentless mission to
just watch and cherish her as I held her tiny body against mine.

She had eventually calmed down after the tattoo episode
and had then resumed to idolise my body, her thorough adulation with her
tongue, hands and eyes, had seen my cock harder than it had ever been in my
life and when she had finally given herself over to me, I had to bring her to
orgasm with my fingers and mouth because I had lasted all of thirty seconds.

Don’t laugh, it’s not funny!

Her eyes flickered and I whispered her name to stir her.
“Baby, you need to wake up,” I breathed against her nose as I planted a gentle
kiss on it.

“Mmmm” She murmured sleepily and I smiled as she wiggled
her nose like that woman in
‘Bewitched’
.

“Jen, we need to make a start, baby. I have plans for you
today.”

He lips lifted into a beam even though her eyes were
still shut, “I think I like the sound of that.”

I rolled my eyes and nuzzled her neck, “You’re
insatiable, Jen.”

“Uh-huh…” She inhaled me as I gently worked my mouth
around to hers, “…and your point is?” she smirked as she opened an eye and
squinted at me.

“The point is, as much as I would love to rock you up the
bed, baby. We need to make a start.”

Both of her eyes opened now as she regarded me with a
frown. “Why, what are we doing?”

She rolled onto her back and stretched her arms high as
she yawned and my eyes dropped to her god damn stunning tits and yes, my dick
twitched at the sight of her.

Christ, Boss, rein it in.

I rolled over and jumped off the bed, as I fixed my eyes
on her face. The knowing smirk she gave me had my eyes narrowing on her. “Stop
it, Jen.”

She lowered her hands and swept them over her breasts,
her fingers caressing her nipples as they puckered beneath her touch.

She cocked her head and lifted a corner of her lips with
an eyebrow “But, baby. I’m hot and horny. I want you to do bad things to me.”

I made a step towards her, giving in to her as usual but
as I palmed the mattress to climb over her, she pushed me aside, jumped off the
bed and sprinted into the bathroom.

My stomach clenched as I heard her throw up.

Eugh! God damn. I could do wind, piss, spunk and every
other bodily function but sick was just a huge No!

“You okay?” I shouted across the room and received a
garbled ‘mmm’ in reply as she erupted again and my guts churned with her in
sympathy.

“Okay, baby. I’m gonna go make coffee” I told her as I
scurried from the room and made my escape.

***

  
She appeared in the kitchen nearly an hour later, her face pale and
sweaty as she trembled slightly.

I patted my knee and she climbed on my lap and curled
against me, pushing her arms behind me and hugging me as her head nestled under
my chin.

“You okay?” I asked gently as I brushed away a lock of
hair that was plastered to her heated forehead.

She nodded slightly and Bulk frowned at her. “You okay,
Jen?”

She nodded again but didn’t speak and I kissed her cheek,
“You want a drink?”

She nodded yet again and I fought the urge to laugh. I
didn’t think she would appreciate me chuckling at her poor state and she was
currently residing over my dick and I treasured him still attached to my sac.

“Water, coffee, juice?”

She nodded again. “All three?”

“Yeah.” She managed to croak and I stroked her hair
tenderly as I lifted her and planted her on the chair.

Her arms crossed on the table and she rested her forehead
against them and groaned loudly. “Goddd” she mumbled and Bulk reached out and
patted her arm.

“You sick, little lady?” he asked gently as he cocked his
head and observed her.

She nodded and pointed at me. “It’s his fault.”

Bulk stared at me with narrow eyes, “Did you cook again?”

Jen let out a bark of laughter and I smiled at the sudden
mood shift before I glared at Bulk. “No, I did not.”

“Do your super powers not stretch to cooking?” she
smirked at me, the twinkle working its way back into her eyes.

“Baby – God made ladies. I don’t need to say more.”

Her jaw dropped as her eyes widened and I gave her my
killer smile until she laughed and rested her head back down.

I placed all three drinks in front of her and stared as
she downed the water first, then the whole glass of juice disappeared down her
throat before she started to sip on her coffee. “Better?” Bulk asked in
amazement.

I had seen grown men down a pint slower than she did.

I settled in the seat beside her and slid my hand across
the table to her. She smiled softly at me as she laced her fingers with mine
and reflected my wide beam.

“Good God,” Bulk laughed as he rose from the table and
rinsed his cup before placing it in the dishwasher and turned back to us with
his back against the counter, “any news from Kyle?”

We both shook our head in unison but I caught Bulk
casting a glance at me and I shook my head faintly at his silent question.

He nodded, “You can stay here as long as you need.” He
pushed off the counter and placed a gentle kiss on Jen’s head.

“Thank you.” she smiled warmly at him and he nodded
before leaving the room.

I patted her thigh and stood, “Come on, you up to a
trip?”

She nodded and pushed herself up. “Yeah, I’m good now.”

I scooped her in my arms and twirled her nose with the
tip of mine. “By the way…”

“I love you.” She finished for me before she kissed me
gently, her eyes locked on mine and the love displayed in them made my heart
swell and my pulse race.

“Where are we going?” she asked as she pulled back and
placed her own dishes in the machine.

“Surprise” I told her as she reached to me for my mug and
I handed it to her.

“I just have to grab some stuff and I’ll meet you at the
car.”

She nodded in confirmation as she loaded up the other
pots and I slipped into the pantry and stealthily grabbed the things I needed
before she saw.

I was excited at our day trip, hopefully she would be too
when she realised where we were going.

To be honest, I didn’t give a shit if we stayed in bed
all day but I thought the excursion would do her good and get her mind off her
husband for a while.

I cast another quick glance at her beauty before I
hurried to the car before she got there.

JEN

     Ethan grinned at me as I skipped through the tracks
on his iPod before I found one I liked. “Still enjoy track hopping then?” he
smiled as he shook his head.

It was a habit of mine. Skipping through tracks before
they finished and it had always drove Ethan mad.

I grinned widely at him as I settled for a
Hinders
album
and replaced his iPod in the dock so I wasn’t tempted.

Glancing at the road signs beside the motorway, I
realised we were approaching Sheffield and my heart soared when I knew exactly
where we were going.

Ethan’s eyes caught mine and he grinned as he realised I
had cottoned on to his plans. “Why, Mr Hart. I do believe you know how to show
a girl a good time.”

He laughed loudly, his whole face lighting up as he
remembered my words to him when he had pulled down my knickers in the middle of
the field and taken me for the first time.

“Well, Miss Linkin, I’m gonna show you in about three
seconds, just how much of a good time I’m gonna give you,” he replied with the
words he had done all those years ago.

I smiled in delight as my blood heated at the memory of
the most special moment in my life. “Well put your damn foot down” I ordered
giddily.

“Desperate to get in my pants, Jen?”

I reached over and palmed his already growing cock,
squeezing it gently forcing a low groan from him. “Always, baby. It’s those
super powers of yours. They make me come fast and hard.”

It was my turn to groan now when a deep guttural growl
fired from Ethan’s chest as he took the junction off the motorway and headed
towards our old stomping ground.

My pregnancy hormones were making me insatiable and I was
desperate for him; desperate to feel his hard length inside me; stretching me,
filling me, pleasuring me. All of them at once in a sensory overload and my sex
flooded with my arousal as my lips latched onto his neck.

His hand slipped against my thigh and brushed the
material of my cotton summer dress up my thighs. Luckily I’d left some clothes
at Bulk’s from my last stay.

He ran a finger along the wet crotch of my knickers.
“Fuck, baby. You’re soaked.”

I nodded as I sucked the flesh under his ear that bared
his tattoo,
‘Room 103’.

“Take them off.” He demanded quite harshly and I pulled
in a breath as my womb shuddered at his authority.

I wasted no time in arguing and slipped my fingers into
the edge of them and pulled them down my legs, struggling to get them over the
rubber heel of my pumps.

“Spread your legs.”

I gazed at him lasciviously through my heavy hooded eyes
and he sucked in a breath as I placed each of my feet on his dashboard and
slowly slid them apart.

“Jesus Christ” he hissed severely as my heavy scent
filled the small confines of the car.

“Now touch yourself,” he commanded as he checked his mirrors
attentively. “Make yourself come for me, baby.”

I swallowed heavily as I glided my hands down my thighs,
towards myself as my eyes remained fixed on Ethan.

I drew air through my teeth as I discovered just how hot
and wet I was when I slid a finger along my labia and dipped it inside me.

My head flopped back on the headrest of the seat and I
groaned in appreciation. “Do you feel good, Jen?”

“Yes,” I whispered as I opened my eyes and gazed at him,
my teeth sinking into my bottom lip as I inserted another finger to increase
the much needed pressure.

“Fuck that perfect pussy for me, baby. Fuck it hard, just
like I do.”

Oh God, his words were driving me wild as I dropped my
other hand down and circled my clit, flicking my silver loop with the tip of my
finger, the sensation pulling a long moan from me as the pressure in my core
increased.

“Please, Ethan…” I begged, not quite sure I could bring
myself off without him.

“Slip a finger in your ass, baby.”

My eyes widened as I stared at him. He smiled softly and
nodded in encouragement. “Jen, trust me baby. Just a little way in, and I
promise it will make you come hard and deep.”

Oh dear lord!

Just go for it, Jen.

I was getting desperate now; my whole body strung tight
as I frantically chased my climax, its stubbornness and my desperation holding
it back from me.

I continued to work my fingers inside and outside me, and
I could feel the roll begin again but it was just past the line and wouldn’t
step over.

 “Now, baby.” Ethan urged when he sensed the shift in my breathing.

I didn’t think; I just did as he asked and slid my little
finger down and pressed it slightly into my bottom.

“Ooh God!”

A whimper choked with my groan as the slight fullness
forced me over powerfully. My breath seized in my throat as I came hard, fast
and way deeper than ever before. “That’s it, baby. Take it” he rasped with a
deep gruffness in his voice as his hand palmed my cheek, his simple touch
firing the pleasure to a new level.

“Holy hell!” I whimpered as I pulled my hands away and
cringed as I held them in front of me, anxiously wondering where to put them
now they had been in… there.

Ethan laughed beside me as he noticed me regarding them
with trepidation. “Glove box, Jen.”

I flicked it open with a free finger and sighed in appreciation
when I spotted wipes and hand sanitizer.

“You think of everything.” I told him satisfactorily as I
cleaned my hands thoroughly.

Ethan shook his head in humour at my relentless scrub as
he pulled to a stop and I hadn’t even realised we had arrived.

My heart fluttered and tears pooled in my eyes as I
viewed our special place. Ethan remained silent for a while beside me, lost in
his own thoughts also.

“I always tortured myself,” he uttered suddenly in a low
voice, his pain and sorrow weighing his words heavily. “Always crippled me to
come here when you’d gone but I… I just couldn’t seem to stay away either. You
always seemed to be here with me, you know?”

His sadness engulfed the area around us, sucking the air
and life out of the small space and I turned in my seat to look at him.

“I didn’t… he wouldn’t let me say goodbye” I whispered in
the loud silence.

His desolate eyes found mine and locked me down, his
understanding and forgiveness at the forefront.

He nodded and smiled before he palmed my cheek and leaned
towards me. “I know, I know now, Jen.”

I nodded as a sob erupted and his eyes caressed me and
soothed me. “Baby, I know. You were sad, I was sad, and even though we were
miles apart, we were still doing something together.”

A single tear tracked down his cheek and that solitary
drop broke my heart, its mission displaying just how tortured and broken
Ethan’s soul had become.

“I will never leave you again. Kicking, screaming, dead
or alive, baby. I’m yours, you’re mine and together, we’re each other’s” I told
him with utter conviction as I held his eyes and showed him the truth.

His lips descended on mine as he took control of a
passionate and demanding kiss. His tenderness and gentleness pushed to the back
as his utter resolution in claiming me brought on his lust and rule.

“God, I need to be inside you, Jen. All the fucking way.
Deep and hard. I need to take you and have you, make you all mine, completely
and forever.”

Both our chests heaved as we scrambled from the car in
our desperation to fuck. Plain and simple fucking, that’s all that was on our
minds at that moment. Neither of us wanted the soft, gentle love-making. We
needed it feral and animalistic, primal and brutal, each of us drowning in
carnality and craving.

I squealed as Ethan lifted me up and flung me over his
shoulder as he climbed the gate, me holding on for dear life before he bounded
towards the back of the field and over to the our spot near the huge tree.

We made it in record time, Ethan’s hands on the cheeks of
my bare arse as he slid me down his body.

I unbuckled his belt in a frantic bid to release his
heavy cock and he hissed when I yanked his shorts down his legs before we fell
into the long grass; our bodies hid from eyes in the shelter and concealment of
the tall blades.

He was inside me in a moment, stretching me wide and thrusting
in deep, as his hips pounded against me and we both clawed, bit and fucked
hard.

“Fuck, yeah” Ethan growled as his hand twisted in my hair
and he pulled my face to his, taking me under his mouth with as much aggression
as his drives into me.

“Ethan. I’m gonna come so hard.” I screamed at him.

His teeth sank into my neck as we both climaxed with such
ferocity that we growled each other’s names at the same time.

“Jen… Fuck, Yes! Fuck!” he cried as he deep-seated his
cock into my womb and his fingers coiled around my hair painfully, triggering
another orgasm from me as he lost control and choked on his own moan.

He laid his face in the crook of my neck as we panted
heavily and baked under the hot sun.

“Ethan, baby, don’t burn your bum.” I warned as I could
feel the intensity of the rays upon us.

His eyes lifted to mine. “Hopefully it might scorch the
damn tattoo” he grumbled and I sucked on my lips to hold back my humour.

“Awww, they’re mean people. I’m going to have words with
each one of them.”

He nodded and looked at me with pleading eyes. “Yes,
baby. Make them pay.”

Twirling my nose with his in his familiar affectionate
gesture, he pulled out and scrambled for his shorts as the grass scratched his
fresh tattoo harshly.

“Wait here.” He told me as he ventured back to the car
and I watched the hardness of his back and the firmness of his arse as he
walked. Then I was treated to his strong chest and his beautiful face on his
return; my eyes on him every step of the way.

He grinned at me as he approached, well aware that I had
ogled him on his trek and I smiled widely as I spotted the guitar in his hand.

“You’re gonna sing it?” I gulped as emotion welled like a
rampant tornado inside me.

He pulled in a breath and nodded softly as he settled
against the tree, his back to the trunk before he pulled me onto his knee,
“Haven’t sung it for nine years though, so I might be a bit rusty.” He grimaced
and I kissed his soft lips chastely.

“I don’t care, but expect tears, baby.”

He cupped my jaw and held my face, “From you or me?”

I laughed slightly and shrugged, “Both.”

I moved from his knee as he warmed up his fingers on the
guitar and practiced the tune for a bit. I crossed my legs and plucked a blade
of grass, twirling it in my fingers as I awaited the song he always sang to me
just before we had said goodbye until the next time we could get together.

His eyes found mine as he sang our song, his fingers
deftly moving across the guitar to
Snow Patrol’s ‘Run’
.

Ethan had bought their album the day he had first kissed
me, and it had been playing on his stereo the first time his mouth had ever
found mine. It was before the song had made it in the charts, and he was
adamant that it had been written just for us, the words reflecting our
relationship and how Ethan had felt about me.

His gaze held me and his features softened as he told me
everything in the words of the song. The passion in his voice captivated me as
his emotions poured into every single pore on my body.

“
I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done
And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
Louder, louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say
To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
Louder, louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say
Slower, slower
We don't have time for that
All I want's to find an easy way
To get out of our little heads
Have heart, my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess.”

Tears slid down both our faces, his sad eyes fixed on mine whilst
his sorrowful spirit swirled around us both as he played the small riff before
the last verse and my shoulders were heaving as my sobs tore through me.
“Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear.”

As he finished, he pulled the strap of the guitar over his
shoulder and settled it beside him before he crawled over to me, rested his
head in my lap and wept.