Room 103 02 - Thrilling Heaven (19 page)

     “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.

“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.

She pivoted suddenly then bent to a squat before she
slowly lifted herself back up; her hips rocking side to side in her ascent.

She grinned lewdly at me when I pulled out little Boss
and gave him a stroke to calm him down.

Lifting her hand to her mouth, she nipped the finger ends
of her gloves with her teeth before slowly tugging each one off.

One landed on my face and the other right over my dick
before she took a step into me, slid the glove around my cock and shimmied it
up and down my rigid length as her tongue swept up the side of my neck.

“You hard for me, baby?” she whispered and I replied with
a whimper.

She chuckled as she whisked herself back into the middle
of the floor and started to unbutton her blouse slowly, just as a drop of
pre-cum slid down the edge of my shaft and dribbled onto my balls, causing a
slight shudder through me.

Her blouse flew across the room and I snapped my jaw shut
so my tongue wouldn’t loll. Her bra was fucking see through, her taut nipples
teasing me further as I released a high pitched whine from my throat.

Her hips rocked, her ass rocked, and as she slid down the
zip on her skirt and let it drop to the floor, my whole fucking world rocked.

She danced before me now in just suspender belt, fishnet
stockings, black bra, black lace knickers, red stilettos and the sexy little
hat.

“Baby, you’re gonna need to hurry.” I rasped but she rewarded
me with a wiggle of her glorious tits as her bra sailed through the air towards
me.

“Sweet Jesus!”

She straddled the chair backwards with her back facing
me, clamped hold of the spine of it and leaned backwards towards me. Her firm
tits pointed to the heavens as her shoulders and ass still beat in time to the
rhythm of the music as she held the hat on her head with her other hand.

God, I adored Joe Cocker. The man was a miracle worker.

Jen lifted her arse in the air, her hips circling as she
slowly started to peel her knickers down her legs.

My breath stunted and my eyes expanded when she caught
the edge of her knickers in her heel. Her little body kind of skipped a few
steps sideways on one leg before she capsized and disappeared down the bottom
of the bed with an almighty thud on the floor.

My hand clamped over my mouth as I fought, god I fought
so hard, not to laugh. I couldn’t say her name as I knew it would bring forth
my laughter and I shoved my fingers in my mouth to hold it all back as my dick
jumped with each of my silent guffaws.

Joe Cocker continued, telling Jen she could leave her hat
on but as the giggle popped from my mouth, the hat came sailing from the base
of the bed and hit me square in the face.

“Oh God, baby…. Are you… Are you okay…”

It was no good, my laughter was too potent to hold in and
it erupted in a loud and forceful bluster.

She didn’t reappear so I climbed down the bed and popped
my face over the edge. She was laid flat on her face with her bare arse flashing
at me, her knickers tying her ankles together as her body shook with her own
laughter.

I flopped on top of her and put my arms around whatever
bits of her weren’t tied up whilst we both laughed; hysterically, loudly and
tearfully. “I knew you’d already fell for me, baby. You didn’t need to
demonstrate it” I teased with her own words.

She cackled louder as she groaned, complaining of a
stitch in her side. “Good god, I can’t do owt right” she complained between snickers.

I laughed with her but placed a kiss on the back of her
head, “Little Boss thinks you did mighty well, baby.” I slid my erection
between her arse cheeks triggering a gasp from her and a moan from me.

“In fact, he thinks you did a fucking epic job and now he
wants to show you his appreciation.”

She rubbed against me, the crack of her cheeks stroking
my dick to within its limits. “Then I think he better hurry up and pay homage”
she whispered as she drew her knees up and pointed that damn fine ass of hers
at me.

So he did, he worshipped every single glorious inch of
her.