‘I haven’t begun to spend what I want to on you.’
‘It’s a stunning bracelet Dan, I love it, but I don’t need you to spend money on me. I fell in love with Dan the woodman.’
‘Hmmm, I am known for my wood,’ he chuckled as he grabbed my hand and curled it around his erection.
‘Have you not had enough sex since yesterday afternoon?’ I whispered.
‘I’ll never get my fill of you. Right let’s get you strapped in so Dean can take off.’
‘You’re not flying?’ I asked as I took his hand.
‘I’m Oliver Davenport, not Christian Grey,’ he winked.
‘Very funny,’ I smiled, then gasped as he slid a hand up between my legs as he was helping me up, his long fingers sliding between my wet lips. I heard him hiss through his teeth.
‘Excellent, you did as you were told,’ he smiled, as I looked back at him over my shoulder and narrowed my eyes. He raised his eyebrows and slowly drew his fingers down the inside of my thigh then licked his fingertips as I settled myself into the seat, a ball of pent up sexual frustration. How did this man turn me on so much? I breathed him in as he did up my belt and buckles tightly, then handed me a set of headphones and chuckled as I tried to put them on without ruining my hair. He walked around the other side and climbed in gracefully, strapped himself in and put on his headphones too, then leaned forward and tapped Dean on the shoulder and gave him a nod, before making my stomach flutter as he took my hand and laced his fingers between them and squeezed tightly as he smiled at me. Stan was nowhere to be seen. Dan, the man I’d seen glimpses of in December, was out in full force and I couldn’t be happier. ‘Ok?’ echoed his voice over the noise of the blades starting to whirr, making me jump.
‘Fine thanks,’ I yelled and looked at him surprised when he grimaced and burst out laughing.
‘You don’t need to shout, there’s a microphone built into your headset so we can talk normally. Yell like that while Dean’s flying and we may not stay in the air long.’
‘Sorry,’ I winced with a whisper.
‘You’ve never been in a helicopter before?’ he asked.
‘No.’
‘Scared?’ He gave me a concerned frown and I shook my head.
‘Never when I’m with you.’ I laughed as his face lit up and he lifted my hand and kissed it as we began to rise and I desperately tried to hold in the scream of excitement. It was still a beautiful sunny night and Dan spoke more than I’d ever heard him speak as we flew low over the loch and his island and he pointed out all the stunning sights. The scenery was even more magnificent than when I’d been in winter. Now they were sheets of vivid purple heather adorning the mountains and the green of the trees seemed all the more lush. As we reached the end of the loch I let out a startled scream as the helicopter banked to the left and heard Dan and Dean laughing through my headphones. ‘Warn me next time,’ I giggled as I leaned over and kissed him.
‘So I hope you’re hungry.’
‘I am. Are we already heading back to the hotel?’ I asked, disappointed.
‘No. There’s somewhere I want to take you, where we can watch the sunset while we eat and … whatever,’ he grinned with a wink. I knew exactly what he was thinking. He always seemed to be thinking it. There again since meeting him in that tiny airport last year it was all I could think about as well. I marvelled at how easily Dean landed on a strip of ground, flanked to the left by a thick wall of fir trees. ‘Wait here, I’ll come and help you down in a second.’
‘Ok,’ I smiled. This was totally surreal. Dan kissed me as he undid my straps, then put an arm under my knees and another around my back as he lifted me out and I clung to his neck.
‘Hold tight and keep those legs crossed. I don’t want Dean getting a glimpse of my property.’
‘We’ve yet to negotiate terms and ownership rights, Mr. Davenport,’ I reminded him as I planted a kiss on his lips and squeezed my thighs together.
‘There is no negotiation. The minute you let me inside you was the minute I owned you.’
‘Has anyone ever accused you of possessiveness?’ I enquired with a smile, as he started to walk.
‘Maybe once or twice, nearly as often as cocky and arrogant,’ he smirked.
‘I loved that flight, it was amazing. Thank you so much.’
‘You’re welcome. I hope you enjoy the rest of the night as much.’ He dipped his head and kissed me again and I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder, beyond happy. He carried me to a small open topped vehicle, that almost looked like a boat on wheels. He settled me in on a thoughtfully provided blanket, more to keep my dress clean than for the cold, it was still baking hot. He climbed in beside me, started the engine and took off up a path through the forest. I looked left and right trying to take it all in, the smell of the fresh air and fir trees was such a contrast to the air in London, but most of all the scenery was spectacular the higher we climbed, though I was having a hard time taking my eyes off Dan. I just couldn’t comprehend how this complex man had wormed his way so deeply into my heart in such a short space of time. Not that he seemed all that complex now he’d finally come clean. It was like confessing to me had suddenly freed him, that the burden of guilt at his “cheating” had been lifted and he was free to be himself again. I only hoped that us spending as much time together as we could, would help him forgive himself and give him the strength to let her go. I gasped as we suddenly left the trees behind and came across the most beautiful hidden clearing at the foot of a rocky outcrop, with a waterfall cascading into the crystal clear pool at the bottom. Dan parked up and hurried around to lift me out and carried me over to the edge of the water, where a picnic blanket had been laid out, with a hamper at the side and a bottle of Champagne was chilling in the pool.
‘You did all this?’ I uttered, as he gently lowered me, his hands around my waist.
‘I’m good but even I can’t conjure waterfalls out of thin air for you,’ he winked, making me laugh. ‘I asked Mr. & Mrs. McAdams to come with Dean to set up, before he dropped them at home and picked me up. Hungry?’
‘Starving,’ I replied, as I squeezed his tight backside with a twinkle in my eye.
‘Why do I get the feeling you’re not talking about food?’ he laughed.
‘Call me crazy, but a romantic set up, hot as sin guy and seriously accessible clothing spells out wild sex before food to me.’
‘Wild sex later, right now I’d like to lay you down on this blanket and savour you, slowly.’
‘Now you’re talking,’ I sighed as he clasped my face and kissed me tenderly.
Dan
I wasn’t sure she believed me when I told her that I’d never brought anybody here before. It was a place I’d come across during my hiking vacation, the year I met Moira. It was a sanctuary, somewhere I often came if I needed to clear my head, to get even further away from it all. I smiled as I heard Ellie sigh and nuzzle against my chest. I’d taken my time exploring her perfect body, making her come a number of times before finally making love to her. Nothing else mattered when we were touching, kissing or holding each other. It was like she was my missing half, a spear of light in the darkness I’d been living in for the last four years. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so … happy.
We’d eaten a feast of stuffed olives and vine leaves, pate, bread, cheese and sweet ripe fruit. Ellie had enjoyed most of the Champagne and had soon fallen asleep tucked closely against me, just wearing my loose shirt, me in my boxers, after we’d watched the sky turn from rich hues of pink, orange and red to a star filled blackness with only the light of the moon and the dozen or so solar sunlight jars scattered around us. I’d never done romance before, not even with Rebecca, but I wanted to for Ellie. She brought out a side of me that I didn’t even know existed. A side where her happiness meant the world to me, it was now my primary mission in life. I kissed her forehead and smiled as she scrunched up her nose in an adorable way. Damn it, I was hard again. I’d always been a sexual g
uy, but this was getting ridiculous, I wanted her every minute of every day. Fuck it, I was going to have her again, right now. I clasped her chin and tilted her head back and started to kiss her, my cock swelling even harder as desire to take her again flowed through my veins. She moaned in half dazed surprise for a moment and then opened herself up to my probing tongue as she shifted against me, her fingers tightening on my hip. I wanted her desperately, not in a gentle tender way this time. I wanted to fuck her, hard and fast. I pulled at my shirt, sliding it off her arms as she opened her eyes and her pupils expanded as she looked into mine and saw the urgency in me, then helped wriggle free as she tugged at my boxers. I didn’t give her a chance to push them all the way down before I rolled over her and prised her knees apart with my own and plunged straight into her warm folds, her scream of pleasure and her nails raking down my shoulder blades spurring me on.
‘Ellie,’ I groaned as the pleasure of being inside her outstripped any drug or alcohol fuelled binge I’d had in my youth, she was all the high I needed. She was everything I needed. Everything I’d forgotten I was missing. Everything I never wanted to miss again.
‘Dan … ahhh … uh,’ she whimpered below me as she tried valiantly to keep pace with my frantic thrusts. I felt like I was going die if I didn’t come inside her soon.
‘You kill me,’ I murmured as I kissed her neck while I angled myself to give her the maximum level of pleasure I knew how. ‘You bloody kill me woman.’
‘You can … talk,’ she panted, as she wrapped her legs around my waist and rocked against me, her high pitched cries rising higher and higher, spurring me on. The sticky heat of the night enveloped us, added to by the friction of our moist bodies gliding against each other’s. I grunted as she tightened around my shaft, her lubrication taking the edge off the burn as I pounded inside her. ‘Dan … Dan … DAN!’
‘Ellie,’ I growled, as I felt her orgasm rip through her. I gritted my teeth, this wasn’t ending now, I needed to resist, to keep going. She wasn’t making it easy for me, her body trembling below mine, her mewls of pleasure stiffening my cock even further. I’d never had a problem making women come, but she was the first to take away my own damn control. It was like my brain and cock were no longer communicating. I screwed up my face as I fought against coming and pressed down against her harder, stretching her thighs, rubbing against her stiff little clit as she sobbed my name. ‘One more time Ellie, I need it, give it to me.’
‘You’ll … kill me,’ she gasped as she bit my ear and I felt her nails break through my flesh as her legs tightened. ‘But … damn, what a … way to go,’ she whispered, as I let out a chuckle and rotated my hips making her scream again. I closed my eyes and willed myself not to come as I felt her rising to another crescendo. Christ she was responsive, not unlike me when I was buried inside her.
‘Ellie, now. Come now. Come for me, baby,’ I ordered through gritted teeth and a furrowed brow.
‘Dan, I … I … I love you,’ she cried, as her body shattered underneath me, along with my heart and self-control as I blasted her insides with a roar. No one since Rebecca had told me that they loved me and meant it. It felt like someone had my heart in a vice, the tightening around it was painful. A seriously painful reminder that I couldn’t fuck up this time, that she’d entrusted her heart to me and I was going to have to do whatever it took to keep it, and her, safe. No way was I losing her again. I collapsed on top of her, both of us panting into each other’s necks.
‘I’m bloody drowning in you woman,’ I sighed as I eventually lifted my head and smoothed her hair off her damp forehead and looked down into her glittering eyes, full of tears.
‘And me in you,’ she whispered, as a few stray drops rolled down her face and I kissed them away.
‘Why are you sad?’
‘I’m not. I’m happy,’ she sniffed.
‘Why do women cry when they’re happy?’ I asked puzzled. It was a phenomenon I just couldn’t get my head around.
‘Why do bears shit in the woods? I don’t know,’ she replied with a smile and I laughed. ‘You’re not lying to me, there’s no bears in these woods are there?’ she asked, looking all serious for a moment.
‘No, no bears. Just a python or two,’ I chuckled, as I thrust my still erect cock deeper inside her making her laugh.
‘God, I bet I look a mess. I’m so hot and sticky.’
‘You look stunning as ever,’ I replied, brushing my lips across hers. ‘But I know an excellent way to cool you down.’
‘What?’ she asked, looking up at me with those innocent fucking lagoons of green. Those emeralds I brought her didn’t have a patch on her eyes. I quickly pulled out of her and hauled her up into my arms with a smirk on my face. Her eyes went wide as she looked at me, then over to the pool, then back at me and shook her head. ‘No!’
‘Yes,’ I laughed and strode over.
‘NO!’ she screamed and started to writhe in my arms. I was about to launch her into the air, when I realised the look on her face was pure terror and realisation hit me like a sledgehammer. She was still traumatised by her fall into the loch. ‘Don’t, please don’t,’ she begged.
‘Hey, hey, I’m not going to let you go, take a deep breath ok? I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.’
‘Please don’t,’ she replied, as she tightened her arms around my neck, her heart beat racing wildly against my chest.
‘I’m not going to throw you in and I’m not going to let you go, but you need to conquer this fear of the water, Ellie.’
‘Why?’ she moaned, as she buried her face in my chest.
‘Because you’re going to be living on an island with me, surrounded by water. You don’t have a choice.’
‘Living with you?’ came her surprised voice, as she raised her eyes to look into mine. Fuck, had I just said that out loud? Was I seriously ready for that after so long alone?
‘Let’s deal with one major issue at a time shall we? How about I slowly walk into the water while I hold you. I promise I won’t let you go.’
‘A proper promise? A boy scout’s promise?’
‘A boy scout’s promise,’ I nodded and kissed her as I walked forwards.
‘Don’t you dare let me go,’ she warned. ‘Never,’ I replied sincerely as I waded in and her grip tightened.
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.
Day Seven
Wednesday 9th 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 lo
oking 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.’
31 Days of Summer (31 Days #2) Page 9
