Away from the world...

[marauder13]

Jacob felt her lips touch his, and all he could do was kiss her. He needed to find that place again, that place only Elena could take him. He needed it because what happened he would carry with him for the rest of his life to lighten the darkest of days.

Now fully awake, he confirmed that her lips were soft, tender and tasted delightful beyond words. He also felt her relax against him, committing herself to the kisses they exchanged. In return, he tried to show her how special she was, how eternally grateful he was to his angel for her blessings.

The hand that had been comforting only a minute before became something more. Where it passed over his cheek and jaw, it left a trail of warmth that lasted forever.

He felt her lips part, and he didn't need any further prompting. His tongue touched her lips carefully, as if afraid they would break from the touch. Still being careful not to offend, he moved his tongue further, seeking out hers. When they touched, it was like a jolt of electricity passed through him. He moaned softly, letting himself go, letting himself kiss Elena without holding anything back.

He felt his passion for her slowly rise, allowing the passion to go through into his kisses. More moans of pleasure joined the sounds of their kisses. His right hand reached up to run his fingers through her rich hair that curtained their faces.

He pulled his lips away from hers, resting their heads together on each other's forehead. He opened his eyes, looking straight into hers, sinking into the deep green that reminded him of the grass when he was a child. He could think of nothing else than his Angel who looked down on him.

"I wish I could tell you how special this is for me, Elena. But there is one thing I can say with all truth and honesty. I will never forget anything that has happened since I passed through your door. I will remember it for the rest of my life." Once more, unbidden, the tears rolled down his cheeks. He cried for what Elena desired of him, but would never have.

 

[Britwitch]

"I wish I could tell you how special this is for me, Elena. But there is one thing I can say with all truth and honesty. I will never forget anything that has happened since I passed through your door. I will remember it for the rest of my life."
Elena smiled softly, carefully wiping his tears away.
“I just wish I could I take away this sadness inside you…” She whispered, kissing the tracks of his tears.

In truth, she was more than a little surprised at her-self. She had never allowed herself to get so swept away with her emotions, and had always managed to control her actions without fail, no matter the temptation. Here she was, lying cosily with a stranger, kissing him as if they were lovers of old, rather than mere acquaintances brought together by fate and fate alone…but perhaps it was because of all those things that things were happening as they were…

The feel of his hand in her hair, resting against her scalp was comforting and yet it sent shivers down her spine. She sighed, leaning her head into his palm a little as she stroked his cheek with her thumb.
“I think I can honestly tell you that I will remember this, and you, for the rest of my life too…” Elena smiled down at him, hoping to coax him away from his melancholy, leaning down to kiss him softly once more.

“Perhaps we should make a few more memories…” She added with a mischievous smile before continuing to kiss him, running her hand down his chest, feeling the trim muscle beneath as her hand moved closer to his waist. Hesitating ever so slightly before slipping beneath the blanket and continuing downwards, pausing in case she had misread his desires. Sensing his agreement, her hand continued until she could feel the solid warmth of his member against her palm, it’s heat radiating through his underwear, it’s solidity bringing an almost proud smile to her lips that she could have brought about such a reaction. She stroked it slowly and gently, looking back to his face, watching for a sign that she should continue.

 

[marauder13]

Jacob felt the soft touch of Elena's fingers on his cheek, removing the tears that escaped his eyes. His skin tingled where she touched him.

“I just wish I could I take away this sadness inside you…” He felt her softly kiss where the tears had run. But her words and the first kiss brought more tears from him, her second kiss watered with his tears.

"I wish you could too, Elena, but there is nothing anyone can do to change it." The memories of what happened to change his life so badly flooded his mind. He fought to get rid of them, to push them away before this moment was lost. But his inner demons fought harder, and he was loosing himself to despair.

“Perhaps we should make a few more memories…”

Those words he latched onto like a drowning man does to a rope. He pulled himself away from those memories and focused again on Elena. He felt her lips on his, and the demons fled from his angel. He was becoming more aware of the movement of her hand down his body. He breathed deeper as her hand moved from his chest to his abdomen. He didn't know what she was doing, but he didn't care either. The warmth that her hand caused in the skin she touched was reward all of its own.

His self imposed neutrality disappeared when her palm touched his manhood. When Elena started to stroke it, the passion that burned inside him for her engulfed him in an inferno. The first sign was a long, sighing groan of pleasure, followed by a sharp intake of breath. He took Elena in a rough, passionate kiss that deeply explored her mouth before he moved onto her cheek. The kisses were wet, hot, constant, almost one kiss that moved across her skin to her earlobe. He took the small piece of flesh between his teeth and firmly tugged and played with it.

As this happened, his right arm made its way up the inside of Elena's top, his hand running along her back. As soon as he found the clasp holding her bra in place, he deftly undid it in an instant. He ran his hand the full length of her now unobstructed back. He used his fingertips to run across her skin, exploring that part of her body fully.

Once he finished with her earlobe, Jacob kissed Elena's neck, pausing to give her a firm bite on a part of her neck that was sensitive. He did not draw blood nor did he try.

"Sorry, Elena," he breathed into the hollow of her neck, "I got a little... carried away." His words became groans as his attention returned to what Elena was doing for him, rather than what he was doing for her.

 

[Britwitch]

Elena's hand continued to stroke him through the thin layer of clothing separating their skin, gasping as his kiss captured her mouth, before moving onto her cheek, her ear. She sighing, long and low, as her skin tingled beneath his touch. All the while her palm stroking back and forth beneath the blanket, taking care not to suddenly grab or snatch him when his lips and his kisses made her squirm in sudden pleasure.

In truth, it was all so overwhelming. She was obeying some instinctive instructions from deep inside her body and mind. She had never, ever in her life, behaved so wantonly with a man she barely knew but there was something about the situation, something about him that made it all seem almost natural to do these things.

As his hand began to trace back and forth across her back, she felt her body arching in response. Her eyelids fluttered as his fingertips left swathes of skin tingling in their wake. When his lips moved to her neck, her eyes closed, her teeth moving to catch on her lower lip, her hand pressing down upon him a little more firmly. Then he bit her.
She whimpered sharply, her hips flexing as a sudden and unexpected thrill of excitement shot through her sex in reaction of his teeth. She had never been bitten before, and her heart was thudding loudly in her ears as a result of it. She was all but shivering as he withdrew his mouth.
"Sorry, Elena...I got a little... carried away."

"It's...oh my...it's...it's fine...more than fine..." She managed to whisper huskily before smiling hazily, almost embarassed, that her body had reacted to something he thought was 'over the line'. To try and brush any resulting awkwardness aside, Elena refocused her attentions upon him. She pushed back the blanket and began to unbutton the shirt, kissing each inch of newly exposed skin as she worked lower.

Her kisses were slow, affectionate...curious. Her lips revelling in the warmth of his flesh. When she reached his waist she paused, her fingers stroking the waistband of his underwear, her lips brushing his sides, his stomach, before her fingertips hooked inside and she glanced up towards his face, silently asking that he lift his hips and help her move the flimsy barrier between her face and his sex.

 

[marauder13]

Jacob almost missed Elena's reaction to his biting her neck. Her hips moved in a way that was very suggestive. But her words surprised him further.

"It's...oh my...it's...it's fine...more than fine..."

He'd remember that, if there was ever a chance to make her feel what she felt again, he'd do it. She needed to feel special, because to him, she was at the very least special. She continued to move her hand along his manhood, scattering his thoughts like a 3 year old does running through a flock of pigeons on the ground at a park.

Then he felt the blanket pushed back, and Elena started unbuttoning the shirt he wore. She started to kiss his newly exposed torso as each button was dealt with. He could not tell exactly how she kissed him, his senses were being bombarded by the feel of her lips on his skin, the massive blasts of heat and electricity each of those touches managed to bring. By the time she was onto his abdomen, Jacob was moaning, muttering unintelligible noises and trying to move closer to Elena and the sources of incredibly pleasurable feelings while at the same time trying to get as far away from the torturous actions she was inflicting on him.

Then the kisses came to a stop, and he seriously didn't know whether to be pleased or sad. It felt like he was lifting a car with his neck when he lifted his head enough to see what was happening. Elena was looking back at him, one finger under the band of his underwear. Her question was clear to him, and regardless of what his mind was trying to decide, his body was acting. His hips elevated themselves, allowing Elena to remove the last piece of fabric that stood in the way of Elena and her desires.

Once she removed the clothing, he was fully erect and sitting naturally, rather than bent or restricted by the cloth. Jacob thought he'd be embarrassed being in such a state in front of a woman, especially one that was nearly fully clothed. But this was his angel. He felt a connection to her that defied logic. The way they kissed, like they had been lovers for years. The ease she took the lead, showing him in his time of caution that it was all right. She wanted what was happening, beyond doubt. It was not some hallucination created by his diseased mind as it happened in the past. He KNEW that this was real, right down to his bones.

He looked at Elena, a mix of disbelief that what he suspected was going to happen was going to happen; pure joy at the same; and a deep passion for a woman who showed him he was a person worth putting in an effort to help. He watched her, loving her like he loved no other person in his life before her.

 

[Britwitch]

Elena paused for a few long moments, allowing her eyes to take in the impressive view before her, eyes running along the length of him, resisting the urge to touch him just yet.

Her eyes then caught sight of a tattoo, almost on his hip. She leant closer to see it clearly. It was a scorpion design, mainly black with red and blue highlights showing here and there. She assumed it was his birth sign but now was not the time for that discussion, there were far more pressing and, doubtlessly, enjoyable things to do first.

She bent down and kissed the image, almost doing it just to let Jacob know she had found it before moving back and returning her gaze to the hard member only inches from her face.

Gently, Elena reached out and trailed a fingertip up and along the length of him. Feeling the warmth beneath it, the firm, smooth flesh that was silently begging her attentions. She stroked him a few more times before leaning closer and softly kissing the tip. His hips flexed in response and she smiled mischeivously.

It had been so long since she had been in this position that she'd almost forgotten how exciting and pleasurable it was, how much she had enjoyed the times of exploration you had with a new partner. That desire to explore but also that need to please.

Leaning closer still, Elena parted her lips and with great care started to take him into the softness of her mouth. Her eyes closed and she sighed softly as she tasted him against her tongue, feeling an almost forgotten sensation deep inside her core as she did so, a warm need growing with each passing moment. She rested a hand upon his stomach, stroking slowly back and forth as she drew him a little deeper between her lips.

All thoughts of propriety, that this was a seriously injured stranger she had known a little less than a day, that he might think less of her for behaving in such a way towards him, flying out of her head as a quiet sigh reached her ears that hadn't left her mouth.

That soft sound of enjoyment from Jacob was all Elena needed to hear, reassuring her that what she was doing felt as right to him as it did to her.
Elena began to stroke him with her tongue, sucking gently, glancing up along his body towards his face.

 

[marauder13]

Elena just lay there, her eyes the only thing of her that was moving. He could tell the moment her eyes moved away from his manhood that she had seen the tattoo. When she kissed it, it was like a bomb going off under the skin. The wave of heat radiating from the point of impact wiped out tension in his muscles in the area. Elena was like no one else he had ever been with.

When her finger touched his shaft, even though he watched her doing it, he almost jumped from the initial contact. Briefly, he couldn't let that corrupt her, violate her, damage her as it had done so to the other women. But the touch, as it began to move along his length, reminded him of who this was. His Angel. She was safe, he could never harm her, not even with that. Then her hand surrounded him, and she stroked him, gently and lovingly. He could barely keep his head up enough to watch her as he was drowning in sensations he had only dreamt about. But her kiss. Her soft press of her lips against the very tip caused him to loose all ability to remain tense. His head dropped back as bliss swept over him, and his body reacted on autopilot to Elena's ministrations.

Then she took him into her mouth with a tenderness and care he never thought existed. The warmth was initially like a blast furnace, but it faded quickly as the touch of her tongue awakened feelings long suppressed and dormant. He managed to stop himself from doing as he would have done in the past, instead letting Elena control what was happening. She was sending him closer to heaven with each passing second. He was still trying to figure out why he deserved this after what he had done. It was nearly impossible for those thoughts to progress much, as most of his focus was centred on what this beautiful woman was doing for him.

He was laying with his head back, unable to get the control to lift it to witness what was happening. His mouth was open, just the passage of air into and out of his burning body going through it. He was making no other sounds. He remembered where he was, and more importantly who he was with. There was no one else about to hear him, or her. With that realization, that there were not 40 other sex starved prisoners about, he let go of the restraints on his voice. He sighed, then moaned a few times as the sensations increased with the release of the tension of keeping quiet.

"Oh... Dear... Lord... This is... I can't... Elena... you're wonderful..." The last word devolved into a groan as he brought his body under control. Her efforts made him harden even more, which he thought was not possible to do.

"Elena... this hasn't... in a long... not sure... ooohhhhh" The only sounds he made after that were just that - sounds. But it would be clear to anyone that they conveyed one simple message. He was in ecstasy.

 

[Britwitch]

"Oh... Dear... Lord... This is... I can't... Elena... you're wonderful..."
She felt a thrill of delight dance along her spine, a rush of excitement as the remnants of any doubts about whether this was the right thing to do were swept from her mind.
"Elena... this hasn't... in a long... not sure... ooohhhhh"
Elena slowly worked him deeper and deeper into her mouth, her hand moving to massage the base while her lips began to steadily rise and fall around him. She wriggled closer, pressing her chest against him in the process, her mouth watering as she savoured the feeling, the taste, every element of what they were sharing.

It had been too long since she had been this intimate with someone, and not once had she ever initiated it like this. It was all so new, a little daunting, but undeniably wonderful. Part of her was still unsure about where all of this might lead but that part was rapidly being drowned out by the desires rising sharply inside her. She wanted this, more than she'd ever wanted anything, she wanted to feel needed and appreciated and she was desperate beyond anything she could explain to make Jacob feel the same way.

Elena forced herself to pause her ministrations and sit up slightly, suddenly aware of the barriers still between them. She wanted to feel his body, his skin, against her own and given the injury to his arm she reasoned if that was going to happen she would have to be the one to do the undressing. Smiling down at him, hair falling across her face, Elena stood and shimmied out of her jeans before kneeling back down beside him. Reaching up and pulling the vest over her head and discovering her bra was already undone quickly shed that too.

She blushed a little as she knelt beside him, almost as if suddenly realising what she had just done. Naked, but for her underwear, with her hair falling down her back, her rounded breasts rising and falling slightly, each crowned with a small pink nipple, she felt a strange sense of calm and not the usual nervousness she had expected when disrobing with a new partner.
Leaning down towards him she kissed him once more, feeling the inviting warmth of his mouth mingling with hers, before sitting back up and beginning to move once again towards his shaft.

Soon he was back in her mouth and Elena began to allow her own desires to come forward. She wanted to please him, to show him that this was totally and utterly what she wanted to happen. She began to lick and suck with increasing pressure and speed although it never became frantic or overly wanton. Again and again she took Jacob into her mouth, a little deeper and a little deeper until soon he was almost entirely nestled between her lips.

 

[marauder13]

Jacob was in a place he never thought existed, awash with sensations he had heard people talk of in whispered conversations that he always thought were said just to tease him. But he was there, all because of a woman he had met a little under 24 hours earlier.

But then, it was gone! Jacob crashed back to Earth harder than Icarus. He lifted his head in mild panic, worried that Elena had had a change of heart, or come to her senses about him. But she had sat up, smiling at him from behind a curtain of her hair. She then stood, and removed her jeans. Jacob's breath caught as he saw her naked legs again. This time they were not retreating from him into another room. Again, the candle light brought forth the golden hues of her skin, giving her a slight glow, maybe even halo. Yes, a Halo for an Angel.

Freed from her jeans, she knelt down again. He let his hand gently touch her thigh, near her knee. The skin felt soft, softer than he had imaged. She was also warm, but where the pads of his fingers touched her flesh, it raised goosebumps. Nervous about his actions, he took his hand away, grateful for the small touch he managed to get.

She pulled her vest off, taking the bra off as well. He stared in awe of her bust, freed of it's confines and readily available to be viewed. To his eyes, they could not be more perfect. Their shape, the nipples that crowned them, everything about them was right.

Then her mostly uncovered body pressed down on his, sending wave after wave of heat washing through him as different parts of her body made contact with his. But the meeting of their lips eclipsed all the other effects of their touching bodies. In the short time they kissed, he let her feel his love for her, desire for her and his thanks for what she had given him.

He watched her sit up, her face aglow from her feelings for him. She looked more like an Angel to him in that moment than at anytime before. He soaked up her image, the perfection of the female form openly displayed to him. Tears once more rolled down his cheeks, so happy and sad for what he had been given, and the price he, and others, had paid to be given such a gift.

Then, as quickly as he had be taken from that place of pure joy, he had been returned there. But this time, the gentleness was gone, replaced by passion. He closed his eyes as the feelings changed to something more intense, more primal. He slowly felt a tension building low within him, one he had never felt or observed so clearly before, even with all the delights he was being given by Elena.

"Elena... Elena... I... I..." The tension was building more rapidly that he anticipated. Nervousness swept him, not knowing what he should do. The building pressure was confounding his thoughts as he tried to decide on a course of action. Elena was too nice to him for what was surely going to happen. He started to reach for her, his good hand reaching her cheek as she head moved along his length.

But as his fingers touched her cheek in an effort to guide her off him, the dam within him burst. With a look of surprise and mild horror, he looked down at Elena as his body started pumping semen into her mouth. With the onset of his climax, his arm dropped away and he fell back. The ever growing feeling that he had done something wrong filled the void created by his departing climax. He laid still, trying to bring his breathing under control, preparing himself for the aftermath of what just happened.

 

[Britwitch]

"Elena... Elena... I... I..." His mumbled words and the tentative touch of his fingers to her cheek broke her rhythm for an instant before his climax caught her by surprise.
She felt his member twitch and begin to fill her mouth with his seed.
Elena swallowed instinctively, resting a hand upon his thigh as she continued to softly suckle until the last drops had landed upon her tongue.

Before removing her mouth entirely she gently kissed the sensitive tip once more before shifting to lie beside him.
One leg raised to lay on top of his, bent near his waist. Her breasts pressed into his side as she nestled against him, kissing his cheek and neck affectionately before settling back and subconsciously licking her lips.

They lay in silence for a little while. Elena could hear, and feel, Jacob's heart thundering in his chest, and then gradually slowing down.
"I won't ask if that was ok..." Elena whispered with a smile, her fingers idly stroking across his chest. "...I just hope you didn't mind me, well, taking the lead...as it were."

"You know I've never...well, never done anything like that before..." Elena admitted coyly, lifting herself up a little to rest her chin on his chest and look into his exhausted face. "I mean...I'd done 'that' before but never quite like that..." Elena blushed, not entirely sure of where she was trying to go with her words but feeling the need to assure him that she had enjoyed it as much as him.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is, thank you for sharing that with me..." She kissed him once more before laying back down beside him.

 

[marauder13]

He was dimly aware of her soft suckling that was finished with another tender kiss to the tip of his shaft. That reaction on her part helped remove some of his fears about what just happened. It was heavenly what she did for him. The best he had ever experienced.

He was starting to float in the joy once again when he felt Elena move up beside him, wrapping herself around him, and kissing him softly. His racing heart picked up it's tempo slightly when she commenced, but then continued to return to normal bounds. He was already thinking of how he would return the favour in kind, and return his Angel to heaven, even if only briefly.

He then felt her fingers moving on his chest, idly tracing patterns and designs he could not figure out, even if he wanted to try. He would happily lie there and feel that delicate touch all night, never tiring of it.

"I won't ask if that was ok..." Elena whispered. "...I just hope you didn't mind me, well, taking the lead...as it were."

He started to laugh, stopping himself before he broke the moment. "Elena... I didn't mind one little bit. It was good, actually, because I didn't feel... safe taking the lead right then. I wasn't sure if you wanted to... be intimate."

He saw her lift herself up a little, to rest her chin on his chest and look at his face. When she moved, he could feel her nipples brushing his skin, leaving a trail of heat where they passed.

"You know I've never...well, never done anything like that before... I mean...I'd done 'that' before but never quite like that..."

He saw her blush, not knowing the reason why. He smiled to her.

"I know what you mean. It was exactly the same for me too."

"I guess what I'm trying to say is, thank you for sharing that with me..."

Before he could respond, she kissed him. The kiss was wonderful, and it left him energized. He looked on her as she settled down beside him again, nestled into the crook of his arm.

"If anything Elena, I should be thanking you. Here am I, a complete stranger, and you shared yourself in such a wonderful manner. I still cannot believe my good fortune."

He raised his head enough to kiss the crown of her head before letting his head rest again. His breathing was back under control, and his heart was beating much closer to normal. Elena had been delightfully nice to him, it was the least he could do to be nice back to her.

"Elena, you need to move, and lie on your back." When Elena moved enough, he managed to sit himself up without causing himself any pain. He waited, watching her settle herself and openly admiring the way her body moved as she did. When she was still, he slowly looked her over, adoring the splendid sight before him.

"Elena, since you were so kind to me, I feel that I should be similarly kind to you. Not that I really need a reason." He got himself onto his good hand and knees. He positioned his left knee between her legs, then he gently leaned down to kiss her softly, passionately. He parted his lips and allowed his tongue to find hers. He moaned his pleasure at the kiss they exchanged, breaking it off with a sigh. He looked into her eyes again, smiling at he pleasure he was bringing her even with a simple kiss.

He moved down to her throat, kissing her there slowly, feeling, tasting the skin and savouring all the sensations he had. He found her pulse, and gave her a light bite, drawing her skin up between his teeth. He heard and felt the sharp intake of breath from Elena. He released her skin with a smile on his face.

He continued his slow trail of kissing down onto her chest, moving towards one of her breasts. Once he reached the softer tissue, he moved about, kissing it all over. He finally reached the small pink pinnacle and gave it a long kiss. He pulled his mouth back a little, and let his tongue explore it and the surrounds. It tasted delightful to him, and he brushed it lovingly, gently, covering it with a thin layer of his saliva. He took a deep breath, then sighed as he closed his mouth on it again, rolling the bud between his teeth carefully, not wanting to hurt Elena by mistake. Not like the last time where he bit so hard that he...

The thought was banished immediately as he reminded himself that this was his Angel, and he could not compare her to them. Ever. She was different, better,... lovely.

He lifted his head from her breast, look at her face to see how she liked what he did. "Elena, was that good for you?"

 

[Britwitch]

Elena sighed, feeling the warmth and solidity of his body so close beside her own.
"If anything Elena, I should be thanking you. Here am I, a complete stranger, and you shared yourself in such a wonderful manner. I still cannot believe my
good fortune."

Another sigh left her lips as she felt him press a kiss against her hair, it was all so natural.
"Elena, you need to move, and lie on your back."

Elena's lips curled into a soft smile, a curious expression quirking her eyebrow as she did as he bid. Shifting until she was laid upon her back upon the sheepskin rug, firelight dancing across them both.
She blushed as he opened watched her, following his eyes travelling across her skin, her curves.

"Elena, since you were so kind to me, I feel that I should be similarly kind to you. Not that I really need a reason."
Before Elena could reply in anyway he moved, rising up until he was kneeling over her, his leg between hers, his eyes looking down into her face.

She returned his kiss, resisting the urge to wrap her arms around him and draw him down towards her.
Elena smiled hazily up at him when he stopped the kiss. Her eyes sparkling in the glow of the flames, her breathing shallow with unconcealable excitement.

A soft whimper followed the touch of his lips to her throat. Her skin erupting with waves of pleasure with each new kiss. Her body shivered as his teeth nipped at her neck, causing her fingers to curl into the fibers of the rug to keep them from flying up into his hair.

Elena could barely lie still as his mouth continued it's tortuously slow, teasing journey down her front.
Her back arched, rising up from the rug as his lips closed around her nipple, making the small bud of flesh throb in his mouth, making her eyes shut and lips part. Her back arched more and more, almost offering her chest to his mouth, to him.

"Oh....oh my..." She whimpered, biting her lip as his teeth latched firmly but carefully around the aching nub of her nipple. Her breathing now growing heavier, her chest rising and falling against his mouth.

"Elena, was that good for you?"
For a few moments, she couldn't answer. The sensations of his lips, tongue and teeth as they teased her flesh were still too fresh, too powerful to release her straight away.

"Yes...oh Jacob, yes, it was..." Her voice was husky with need, her body fidgeting as it began to react in ways beyond her control. Her hips rolling ever so slightly at each connection their bodies made, a throbbing, tingling, growing constantly deep inside her. She had never felt as desired as she did in that moment.

 

[marauder13]

"Yes...oh Jacob, yes, it was..."

Jacob smiled at the sound of her voice as she answered him. He was also pleased at the way she seemed to not be able to remain still. The constant brushes of her skin against his sent tingles from the contact points through the surrounding skin.

"Well, I'd best continue then. I would want the other to get jealous." He gave the nipple he was kissing before one last touch of his lips before he resumed his slow migration to her other breast. He passed through the valley between her glorious peaks, before starting to move up the slope of the unconquered peak. Again, lips, tongue and teeth all took their turns are stimulating the second nipple and breast in general.

Having sated himself of her delicious breasts, Jacob started a slow, awkward shuffle to allow himself to start kissing her abdomen. He snickered a little when he came to her navel, pausing to kiss it, and explore it with his tongue.

He continued his kissing, having forgotten the final article of clothing Elena still wore. He encountered the top edge of a pair of plain white, short styled panties. He paused momentarily, thinking of how to deal with this slight miscalculation in his plan. While he turned his lust hazed mind to the matter at hand, he bypassed the issue temporarily by moving to her thighs. But even that was delayed by a slight detour cause by the aroma wafting from beneath the panties.

Jacob could make out the destination of his kissing trail behind the thin layer of cotton. With a mischievous smile, he leant down and placed a kiss directly upon her sex. As he removed his lips from the cotton barrier, he finally got the answer to his 'dilemma'. He slipped his good hand underneath her rump, finding to top edge. He half rolled and half dragged the top edge down her back. Using his teeth, he did a similar action on the front. Between his efforts, the panties slowly moved down, exposing his final prize. Once he got the panties down onto her thighs, he got himself out the way enough to completely remove them.

Kneeling back between her legs, he smiled down at her. "Now, where was I again...?"

 

[Britwitch]

"Well, I'd best continue then. I would want the other to get jealous."
Elena's eyes were wide and glistening as she nodded in agreement, although they swiftly fluttered shut as his lips closed around her nipple one last time before starting another teasing journey across her body to the other, as yet, untouched breast.

Fresh whimpers and soft moans left her lips as he lavished the other nipple with the same attentions as the first. Her teeth catching on her lower lip, her back once again arching up from the sheepskin, trying to keep the delicious contact between them.

She couldn't help but giggle girlishly as he moved further down her body, pausing to tease her navel, making her wriggle slightly beneath him.
He stopped and Elena wondered if her giggle had spoilt the mood. She began to lift herself up to reassure him when she felt his mouth moving to her thigh, sending her crashing back down onto the rug as his lips pressed against her sex through her underwear.

Then she realised, with his injury it was unlikely he could remove them alone, which she assumed was the reason he had paused.

She was about to reach down and help when she felt his hand slide beneath her rear, obediently she pushed her hips up to help him remove them. Gasping as she felt his teeth graze her skin as they took hold of the front of her panties. Slowly he eased the underwear off and soon she was completely naked before him. Her sex, with its trimmed covering of downy hair, was revealed and Elena felt a gentle blush cover her cheeks.

"Now, where was I again...?"
"I don't know..." She replied breathily, before adding softly. "You've been doing such wonderful things to me I barely know where I am..."
She looked up at him through her lashes, his strong, lean body poised over hers and while she had felt nervous in situations like this before she felt nothing but excited anticipation. She lifted her hand to stroke the side of his face, marvelling at the depth shining in his eyes, running the pad of her thumb across his lips before moving her hand away and silently bidding him to continue.

 

[marauder13]

"I don't know... You've been doing such wonderful things to me I barely know where I am..."

"Well, my Angel, I'll be sending you to heaven for a little while, so don't worry about where you are now."

She placed her hand on his cheek, and ran the pad of her thumb across his lips. The passage of the thumb left his lips tingling. But as it reached his cupid's bow, he kissed it. He felt saddened slightly as her hand broke contact.

He slowly made his way back down onto his belly, with Elena widening her legs for him. Once he was settled, he kissed her right thigh. A slow, tender press of his lips to her flesh which he duplicated on the left thigh.

With a tenderness as if her sex was fragile, his tongue touched the outer folds of her skin. He sighed long and low as he got his first taste of her. With the tip of his tongue, he explored the outside of her, feeling the softness, the heat of her. He was surrounded by the aroma of her arousal, and he could not think of a better scent to inhale.

Once he finished his exploration, he kissed her sex again, this time his lips meeting hers without a barrier between them. Tears started to well in his eyes, pain long buried working it's way up.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, "please forgive me."

He closed his eyes as he brought his tongue out once more, this time forcing her lips to part enough for it to delve that little deeper. He found her entrance, firmly closed against intrusion. But he brushed the edges slowly and softly. He was rewarded with a fresh release of juices from Elena which he quietly lapped up. He teased his way up along the normally covered portion of her flesh until he reached the deeply hidden pearl of pleasure.

Treating it with all the care and respect that Elena deserved, he caressed it, brushing it slowly. But the more he heard and felt Elena's responses, the less gentleness he used. He started to suck on her clit, as well as flicking it with is tongue. The more she reacted, the faster and stronger the flicking got, and the stronger and longer the brushes were.

All Jacob wanted to bring Elena to a place she deserved to be, and he didn't stop his efforts until he got her there. Until he got his Angel back to Heaven.

 

[Britwitch]

"Well, my Angel, I'll be sending you to heaven for a little while, so don't worry about where you are now."
Elena smiled hazily at his words as she watched him shift himself until he was now laying between her parted thighs.
Her eyelids dropped and a long sigh left her lips as his lips pressed kisses against her skin. Not once had she ever been made to feel so…adored as she did at that moment. It was a heady, slightly frightening, feeling that thrilled her insides and quickened her breathing.

A short, sharp gasp was the only sound she made as his mouth finally reached its destination. The sensation of his tongue stroking her lips so tenderly, so carefully, making it hard for her to remain still beneath him but she fought to do so, not wanted to spoil this in any way. Her back arched and her hips rocked up towards his face, all done slowly and instinctively, accompanied by slow, soft moans from her mouth.

Elena felt her head starting to grow light as his lips kissed her sex, the sheer level of her arousal meaning his whispered words did not fully register although she could have sworn she heard him apologise...

As his tongue probed deeper, parting her lips and exploring her more intimately her hands slid down to rest in his hair. Not pushing or pulling or attempting to guide him in anyway. If she was honest it was for her own benefit to ensure this was not some dream that was going to slip away with the dawn. She raked her fingers through his hair, then gently curling into the strands as his tongue moved up to her clit.

“Oh Jacob…” She murmured throatily, wetting her lips as his lips and tongue lavished her sensitive bud with attention. Her sighs rapidly growing more frequently and ever louder, her hips rocking more and more in time with the flicking motions of his tongue.

She cried out as his ministrations intensified and intensified.
It was almost too much, part of her almost began to beg him to stop in case her body couldn’t cope, her body having already reached heights it had never done with any other, but her body would not let her perform the mutinous act and end what was happening, her body held her prisoner to the torturous delights of Jacob’s mouth.
Her heart was racing within her chest, her breathing rapid. She was rapidly becoming swamped in the pleasure Jacob was creating within her and so she surrendered to it entirely.

“Oh…oh God…I…you…!” Elena cried out once more as the first waves crashed over her in a climax that took her breath away.
Overwhelming physical sensations and emotions rose up sharply inside her, making her wide eyes bright with tears and causing her to tremble incessantly beneath him, whimpering his name over and over again.

 

[marauder13]

"Oh…oh God…I…you…!" Then he felt her body let go, hitting her peak of ecstasy. He felt warmth dampen his chin as his focus shifted to the outer skin again. By her reactions to his touch, that too was sensitive. She trembled, seeming to never slow or weaken. He heard his name whispered over and over again from Elena's lips.

Hearing her reactions, brought tears to Jacob's eyes. Tears of joy that he made her feel so good, that he repaid in a small measure for what she had given him. But there were also tears of pain, from the memories of his previous women and their reactions to not coaxing orgasms from them, but ripping them from the women's bodies.

He focused on Elena, His Angel again, and she drove the demons of his past away again. He raised himself onto his three good limbs, and slowly shuffled up beside Elena, pausing every now and again to kiss the closest part of her. He finally got close enough to lie down safely, using her left arm as a headrest. He rolled in towards her, resting his broken arm across her belly. Her left nipple was just close enough to allow him to gently play with it some more. Kissing, flicking with the tongue and the occasional, very gentle bite.

"I gather that it has been some time since someone has made you feel that. Which is a pity, since you deserve to feel that very often. I can't remember the last time I made a woman do that... hearing my name spoken the way you did, Elena... my name has never sounded that good to my own ears."

The internal demons regrouped and rallied, bringing with them fresh pain and memories that ripped at his very soul.

She laid on the floor, battered and bruised. Not one part of her body was not bruised, scrapped, cut, bleeding. But she writhed and cried in pleasure even though they were broken by screams of terror. He was slamming three fingers into her bleeding vagina, his face contorted in rage.

"What's wrong bitch? You forgotten my name already?" He punched her viciously in the head, breaking a cheek bone with the blow. "When your getting high, you scream the name of the man getting you there, don't you?"

"Y...yes... yessss.." He slapped her viciously. "Jacob! Jacob..." His name was included in the cacophony from the woman as she finally screamed with her climax. Her body shuddered from it, then she screamed louder as he hooked his fingers within her, and dragged them out, covered in blood and small amounts of flesh....

Jacob rolled himself onto his back, moving away from Elena, not wanting her to feel the filth that he was. He didn't deserve this, deserve her, not after what he had done. She deserved much better than him. Someone who would stay with her for the rest of her natural days.

He needed the weather to clear.
He needed to report to the police.
He needed to return to gaol.
He needed to tell them of the third victim.
He needed to pay for his crimes.

He needed to remember his Angel.
He needed to touch his Angel.
He needed to hold his Angel.
He needed to kiss his Angel.
He needed to love his Angel.

Tears rolled down the sides of his face, torn between what he should do, and what he wanted to do.

 

[Britwitch]

Somewhere in the hazy afterglow of her climax she felt Jacob move to lay beside her, smiling lazily as she felt his head upon her arm, his lips against her nipple.
"I gather that it has been some time since someone has made you feel that. Which is a pity, since you deserve to feel that very often...”

Elena felt a prick of almost mild embarrassment that what he had said was true, although she doubted whether any of her former partners had ever brought her to the heights he just had.
“I can't remember the last time I made a woman do that... hearing my name spoken the way you did, Elena... my name has never sounded that good to my own ears."

Before Elena could reply that she had never been made to feel so good she felt him shift and roll away. Frowning with confusion she sat up slightly and saw that once again tears were silently leaking from his eyes, his expression one of utter distress. She wanted more than anything to comfort him, to assure him that what he had done ranked amongst the most wonderful things she had ever experienced but she didn’t trust herself not to somehow upset him further.

She decided someone must have hurt him badly in the past, betrayed him in some truly awful way, Jacob’s own words from earlier echoing in her mind “…there is nothing anyone can do to change it," as she realised that he now seemed unable to think himself worthy of receiving the very affections and attentions he had bestowed upon her.

Elena rolled closer, not wanting to increase his distress but determined to try and ease him from its stifling grasp.
“I know there is much we don’t know about one another…hell, we don’t even know each other’s full names… Elena smiled, risking pressing her hand to his cheek and stroking her thumb back and forth across it, once more removing the tears that stained it. “And I am not asking you to tell me anything…but, should you want to…I mean, if you would like to…what I think I’m trying very badly to say is, I will listen when you want to talk to me and I won’t seek out answers that you don’t want to share.”

“You are a guest here with me and while it may sound silly to you, I would like to think you ended up on my doorstep for a reason. Perhaps you were sent here to show me that I need to take the chance to get to know people…perhaps I was meant to find you to show you, to remind you, how…well, wonderful you are…” Elena paused, inching a little closer and resting her hand on his chest.

“I have nothing other than my own experience of you to judge you upon and from what I have heard, you are intelligent and caring – after all there are not many who do research purely for the benefit of others. From what I have been lucky enough to see with my own eyes you are attentive and affectionate and I…I’m sorry that somewhere in the past, someone or something has made you forget all that…” Elena closed the gap between them to kiss him softly, a kiss of reassurance.

“Now…I don’t know about you but, I’m starving…let me go and heat us up some soup and then, if you want to, we can talk…if not, I’m sure we can find other things to do…” She kissed him once more, this time with a soft smile before rising and wandering into the kitchen to prepare the food.

 

[marauder13]

Through the dense fog of self loathing, he heard her words softly in his ears.

“I know there is much we don’t know about one another…hell, we don’t even know each other’s full names… And I am not asking you to tell me anything…but, should you want to…I mean, if you would like to…what I think I’m trying very badly to say is, I will listen when you want to talk to me and I won’t seek out answers that you don’t want to share.”

He flinched slightly at her touch, but relaxed into it, because it was his Angel. The brush of her thumb across his cheek was blissful.

“You are a guest here with me and while it may sound silly to you, I would like to think you ended up on my doorstep for a reason. Perhaps you were sent here to show me that I need to take the chance to get to know people…perhaps I was meant to find you to show you, to remind you, how…well, wonderful you are…

“I have nothing other than my own experience of you to judge you upon and from what I have heard, you are intelligent and caring – after all there are not many who do research purely for the benefit of others. From what I have been lucky enough to see with my own eyes you are attentive and affectionate and I…I’m sorry that somewhere in the past, someone or something has made you forget all that…”

Her words were meant to reassure, but they pierced him as deeply as his own demons had. She was right, someone had made him unworthy. He had. He saw three faces looking back at him, expressions locked and unchanging due to the fact that they were dead.

He felt her lips touch his, the kiss soft, delicate and wonderful. The faces vanished, and the demons fled screaming from the presence of Elena.

“Now…I don’t know about you but, I’m starving…let me go and heat us up some soup and then, if you want to, we can talk…if not, I’m sure we can find other things to do…” Her lips brushed his again. He opened his eyes to see Elena stand and walk away into the kitchen. All of her skin took on the golden hue in the candle light. He watched her well shaped, and very naked body walk disappear from sight.

He stood up, slowly and with some difficulty, and walked into the kitchen with her. She stood before the stove, stirring the soup in the pot. He walked up behind her, putting his right around around her waist, and kissing Elena on the shoulder and neck.

"I am so sorry, Elena. What you have been doing for me has been wonderful beyond what I can explain, it has also awakened memories within me that I thought I had dealt with. I... I wish I could talk to you about it, but I can't. Not now, not here... not like this."

He let go of her, stepping back until he rested against a cupboard. He needed the space, and he remembered that she was both naked and near a very hot stove. She didn't need him restricting her movements, no matter how wonderful it felt holding her so close.

"I... I don't know, Elena. I can't think of any reason fate should have brought me to you." 'Except to make me suffer further for my crimes...' "I have never met anyone like you before. No one has made me feel this way about them. You... you are my Angel, Elena. And an Angel that is wasted on me. But I will not hurt you, Elena. All I want is for you to be touched by heaven again. I want to see you happy and relaxed. I want you to feel those things you haven't felt in a long time.

"I want to thank you for helping me. When most people would have left me to die." 'And rightfully so too.'

 

[Britwitch]

Elena jumped as she felt his arm curling around her waist. She hadn’t heard him getting up or moving at all but she smiled and felt the mild tension in her shoulders melting away at the touch of his lips.
"I am so sorry, Elena. What you have been doing for me has been wonderful beyond what I can explain, it has also awakened memories within me that I thought I had dealt with. I... I wish I could talk to you about it, but I can't. Not now, not here... not like this."
Elena frowned, idly watched the spoon moving back and forth through the soup as he spoke, feeling her heart ache to hear him talking in such a way. She was about to reply when she felt him move back and away from her, breaking that deliciously warm contact between their bodies.

"I... I don't know, Elena. I can't think of any reason fate should have brought me to you…I have never met anyone like you before. No one has made me feel this way about them. You... you are my Angel, Elena. And an Angel that is wasted on me…”
“Well, I don’t know about that…about being an angel or one that is wasted…” She began as she blushed, moving the now steaming soup away from the heat and pouring it into two bowls but Jacob continued before she could continue.
“But I will not hurt you, Elena. All I want is for you to be touched by heaven again. I want to see you happy and relaxed. I want you to feel those things you haven't felt in a long time.”

Elena turned to face him, her face flushed with embarrassment at his compliments and with concern still shining in her eyes.
"I want to thank you for helping me. When most people would have left me to die."
“I only did what any decent person would have done…” Elena looked shyly at the floor between them for an instant before meeting his gaze once more. “And I hope you know that you’ve had quite the effect on me too…” She moved towards him, closing the distance between them until they were only inches apart.
“I don’t do this sort of thing with every man I rescue from the woods you know…” She teased before adding with slightly more seriousness in her voice. “And I want you to know that…well…I know you wouldn’t hurt me, I don’t know how I know it but I do…and I…well…I want you to know that whatever you might have done before now, doesn’t matter to me…”

She took the final step towards him, pressing her chest against his, pushing herself up onto her tiptoes and curling her arms around his shoulders.
“I have an idea…as I think it’s going to be a couple of days before the road is in any state to let us leave….let’s just pretend that the rest of the world has disappeared. Let’s pretend that for now…there is only Jacob…and Elena…” She smiled softly before leaning closer still to bring her lips to his. She kissed him gently, her lips caressing his while her fingers rose to stray above his hairline, stroking and massaging his scalp. Her back arching to try and let as much of her skin touch him as was humanly possible.

 

[marauder13]

Jacob looked to the floor, not trusting himself to look at her lovely face, to let her see who and what he was. He knew that it was there, just behind his eyes clear for all to see, particularly his Angel. She was the last person he wanted to see. She was the last person he wanted to know. He wanted her to remember this time with a smile and a sigh when she was older.

“I only did what any decent person would have done…”

Jacob dragged his eyes up from the floor to be met my her gaze. "Even a decent person would have... You're more than decent, Elena."

“And I hope you know that you’ve had quite the effect on me too…”

Jacob wanted to keep away from her, as she didn't deserve him. He knew he didn't deserve her. But she closed on him, in all of her natural splendour, slowly closing on him like a doom he could not avoid. Whether it was a beneficial or detrimental doom he was not sure. But then she stopped mere inches from him. He was acutely aware of her body. The heat from her skin, the subtle shift in the air as she moved and breathed as well as the tantalizing aroma that was distinctly Elena.

“I don’t do this sort of thing with every man I rescue from the woods you know… And I want you to know that…well…I know you wouldn’t hurt me, I don’t know how I know it but I do…and I…well…I want you to know that whatever you might have done before now, doesn’t matter to me…”

Jacob's eyes closed as he heard her words "I want you to know that whatever you might have done before now, doesn’t matter to me" that as much as she meant it, she would not come near him if she knew, even the briefest overview of the truth. Even that much made him loath himself, as much as anyone else who knew. He wouldn't tell her, wouldn't allow who he was to pollute the joy she was gaining from his time with her. He could not repay her massive generosity by letting her see who he really was.

All his thoughts were brought to a complete stop as Elena closed the gap between them. Her breasts pressed against his chest, their warmth not only warming his body, but starting to thaw his soul as well. Her arms encircled his shoulders, their soothing touch making tension vanish instantly. He looked down at the woman who touched his heart and soul like no other. A woman he had no right to have found, to have experienced such heavenly delights so free given. He swallowed hard, his vision blurring from the tears drowning his eyeballs.

“I have an idea…as I think it’s going to be a couple of days before the road is in any state to let us leave….let’s just pretend that the rest of the world has disappeared. Let’s pretend that for now…there is only Jacob…and Elena…”

Her smile lit up his world, driving away the dark thoughts and feelings within him before she blessed him with another touch of her lips on his. The touch of her lips made him want to melt into her, to believe her that there was no one else in the world, only them.

He felt her try and mold herself to him, her abdomen and legs coming into contact with him all over. His body reacted immediately with her touch, her warmth, her affection for him. He arched his back in return, aiding Elena with her quest to have as little air between their bodies as possible. His erection firmly pressed into her body, reminding them both of his feelings to her on a physical level.

But the miracle that occurred in that moment was the voice of reason within him managed to escape from the midst of the swirling tempest of his self loathing, drawn by the light that was Elena to make it free and to be heard and felt. Jacob remembered why those things happened. Sudden Morphine withdrawal. It made him do things that he never would have done, even when he was high on the drug. It was the reason he embarked on his research, dedicated what was left of his life to making sure that no one ever suffered like he had. Or like they did. The reason he was in gaol was not for what he did when he was 'normal', but when he was going through the hell of withdrawal.

He was still guilty of what he did, and he never fought it. But it was not "him" that did it. That subtle, but important distinction was finally made as Elena's lips slowly peeled away from his.

The smile slowly fought the near atrophied muscles in his face to make itself seen as once more tears watered his cheeks. He laughed and sobbed in her arms. Jacob slowly brought his arms around her to embrace her. He held her to remain grounded lest he float away from the joy that started to flood his body, his mind, his heart and soul.

"Elena... Thank you. You have given me the greatest gift ever. You said maybe I was meant to come here to be reminded. I was sent here to have my eyes opened to something important. Something that you helped me with. If anything, I am more in your debt that I was before I walked in here to join you.

"Until we can leave here, you are my world, Elena. By the time I leave, I will ensure that you are rewarded for your kindness. I will take you back to heaven time and time again, my Angel. You deserve no less.

"Let's go back to the lounge room and eat, and when you're finished, there is a little something I want to do for you."

 

[Britwitch]

There was something truly amazing in the way he held her. It was like no other embrace she had ever experienced. There was a true sense of…need in his arms, in his body as it pressed urgently against her own. They seemed to fit together seamlessly, her curves felt like they moulded against his body in a way she had never before known. She blushed and smiled into their kiss as she felt his hardened shaft pressing against her body, confirming her hopes that his desires matched her own.

Elena almost felt like she would have to stop the kiss short and pinch herself. This was all so very passionate and…romantic. A handsome stranger, stranded in a storm…it was the sort of thing she read about, wrote about…saw movies about…the sort of thing that happened to friends, never to someone like her. The most astonishing element of it all was not the magical, heart stopping kisses nor the electric shocks she felt whenever their skin touched…it was how natural it all felt, how right it all seemed, as if she had been doing this with Jacob for years.

As the kiss ended she was aware his emotion seemed to have overwhelmed him once more but now there was a smile in amongst the tears and she sensed real joy…or was it relief…in his expression.
"Elena... Thank you. You have given me the greatest gift ever. You said maybe I was meant to come here to be reminded. I was sent here to have my eyes opened to something important. Something that you helped me with. If anything, I am more in your debt that I was before I walked in here to join you.”
Elena smiled shyly, looking up at him through her lashes whilst arching her back and making sure that while their kiss had ended, the contact between their bodies continued.

"Until we can leave here, you are my world, Elena. By the time I leave, I will ensure that you are rewarded for your kindness. I will take you back to heaven time and time again, my Angel. You deserve no less.”
Elena’s smile faltered momentarily as reality crept into the situation for a fleeting moment, the reality that he would have to leave. She knew it was crazy but she couldn’t help but feel a stab of sadness that this magical experience would have to come to end, that she would one day soon be just as lonely as she had been before his arrival, that her boring life would resume its uneventful course.
“And you know I will do my best to make you feel as special as you have already made me me…” She whispered huskily, hiding her disappointment about the future with a soft, lingering, kiss to his mouth.

"Let's go back to the lounge room and eat, and when you're finished, there is a little something I want to do for you."
“Sounds exciting…” Elena winked before moving to pick up the bowls and follow him back into the other room.
She sat beside him on the sofa and, after setting his dish and spoon within reach on the small table, she balanced her own bowl on her knees and quietly ate her soup. Every now and then she glanced over at Jacob, watching how the fire and candlelight danced across his face, highlighting the handsome features, deepening the colour of his eyes.

They hardly spoke, their eyes meeting now and again and resulting in smiles spreading across their faces whenever they did.
When at last they had finished eating, Elena took the empty bowls to the kitchen before returning to sit beside him upon the sofa. Sitting closer now, their thighs touching as she leant a little closer and looked deep into his eyes.
“Hope that was ok for you…I know it wasn’t much but hopefully it warmed you up a little…”

 

[marauder13]

They moved back to the lounge room, he felt a ease to his movements that he never had when he arrived. It had taken 11 years but now he was at peace with himself over what he had done. He was still remorseful over their deaths, but they did not die because of who he was normally.

He sat down, looking up at Elena, feeling more at ease with her, more comforted by her presence. The smell of the soup, the faint fragrance of Elena mixed together in a mouth watering olfactory symphony. He turned to look at the bowl on the table, lifting it with this good right hand, while slowly eating with his left. He cold see out of the corner of her eye how she looked at him. He wondered what she saw in him, what about him fascinated her.

For him, it was simple as to why he was drawn to her. She had a down to earth appearance. Nothing fancy or refined. She had a plain face that was remarkable for it's ordinary features. None of them individually stood out, but in concert, they more significant together than separately. Her body was shapely, curved, soft, alluring and completely natural. And she was comfortable with herself. There was no doubt about her build, whether her hips were too wide, thighs too big. He thought she was completely comfortable, and that confidence shone through. Plus, he liked how she looked, how she felt to his touch, how she tasted on his lips. Plus she was a wonderful caring person who was his Angel on Earth.

He stole glances at her, and when she glanced at him at the same time, a truly happy smile came across his face. Spending a few days with her, enjoying her company however it manifested would lift his spirits for the rest of his life.

"Thank you," he said softly as she took his bowl from him, taking it back to the kitchen. She returned, the fire light again dusting her skin with a golden aura, and made the auburn of her hair come alive under the caress of the natural flickering light. She sat still, drinking in her beauty as she closed to sit beside him. Her thigh touched his, sweeping his body with a wave of heat and tingling that left goosebumps in it's wake. He looked to Elena, to be ensnared in her gaze, willing captivated by the bright orbs that showed a soul worthy beyond any measure of belonging to one of the Celestial Chorus.

“Hope that was ok for you…I know it wasn’t much but hopefully it warmed you up a little…”

"Elena, even though the fare of your home is what you might call plain, it has been feasts beyond my wildest dreams. Home made food is something I have not had for... too long. Plus," he looked down, blushing slightly, "the company makes it even better." He looked at her again, smiling once more.

"I have something I want to do for you. But you need to sit on the floor in front of me." He watched her move, getting herself settled between his legs, resting back against the sofa. He rested his left hand on her head, slowly and gently rubbing her scalp with the tips of his fingers. He just stared off into space while he was doing that, enjoying the feel of her rich, lustrous hair running between his fingers. He covered her entire scalp with his gentle touch.

Resting his left arm, he massaged her neck, and shoulders with his right hand. Since he could actually apply pressure, he was able to remove the tension spots he encountered. He felt the firmness of her neck, the strong muscles surrounding her spinal column slowly relaxing and loosing up under the effects of his fingers. Her shoulders he found were very stiff, and it took lots of effort to remove the tension.

"Wow, Elena, do you have any idea of how stiff your shoulders are? I'm surprised you're not getting pins and needles in your hands." His thumb started to work a circular pattern, pressing hard as he worked one of her shoulders from the base of the neck out and back again. Each pass loosened the muscles, but he continued to press firmly to deal with the deeper muscles that were still tense. After he was happy with the end response, he repeated the process of the other side.

"If I had two working hands, I would have been able to do more." Jacob laughed a little. "It's amazing what you can learn in... those times when there's a lull between things." 'Like when your bored to tears in prison.'

 

[Britwitch]

"Elena, even though the fare of your home is what you might call plain, it has been feasts beyond my wildest dreams. Home made food is something I have not had for... too long. Plus…the company makes it even better."
“Well I’m delighted to hear it…” Elena returned his smile with a hazily happy one of her own.
"I have something I want to do for you. But you need to sit on the floor in front of me."
Elena quirked a curious eyebrow as she rose and moved to sit between his legs.
Her eyes fluttering as his fingertips began to gently massage her scalp sending a shiver down her spine. She sighed softly, her eyes drifting shut as she subconsciously leant her head towards his hand.

“Oh god…” She all but groaned as his hand slipped down to her neck and shoulders, her back arching against the sofa as her lips parted in a long, low sigh. “That…that feels amazing…”
The muscles in her neck feeling warm and gradually more and more relaxed as his thumb worked into them.
"Wow, Elena, do you have any idea of how stiff your shoulders are? I'm surprised you're not getting pins and needles in your hands."
Elena allowed a slightly guilty smile to cross her lips.
“I guess I probably don’t give my body the time and attention it deserves…” She admitted quietly, although her words were interrupted by another soft moan.
Each pass of his hands was doing two very different things, firstly the tension in her shoulders was gradually melting away but, in its place, a new tension was building deep inside. A different kind of warmth from the one Jacob was creating in her muscles, a steadily growing tension that no amount of massage would be able to release.

Elena felt herself shifting against the floor, trying to ease the tingling sensation that was building deep inside her. The strength in his hand manipulated her shoulders with such precision and care, it was as if he’d done this a thousand times, as if he knew every sinew of her own muscles.
She was so lost in the pleasure of it all it took a few moments for her to realise he had stopped.
"If I had two working hands, I would have been able to do more. It's amazing what you can learn in... those times when there's a lull between things."
“I…well, I…” Elena’s voice was low and husky, slightly breathless, as she turned to look up at him over her shoulder. “I think if this is the effect you can have with one hand, I don’t think I could have coped if you’d have used two!” Her smile was hazy and her eyes shining in the firelight.
Moving slowly she rose from the carpet to sit beside him once more, leaning close to press her lips against his.

“That was wonderful Jacob, thank you. Although I fear that was worth far more than the meal I gave you and as much as I would love to return the favour, I am worried my own attempt at a massage would only result in discomfort for you…” She winked before adding with a sultry tone “But I’d still like to try…if you’ll let me…?”

Waiting a moment for his agreement she rose and held out her hand,
“I think we’re going to need a little more space…” She explained, leading him through into the small bedroom off of the living room.
The room was cozy and sparsely furnished, a huge oak framed bed dominated the small space, covered in more pillows and cushions than were probably strictly necessary. There was a small dressing table and drawers, along with a chair and a couple of shelves. Elena’s open case lay on the floor in one corner, the lid propped up against the wall, revealing the neatly packed clothes inside.

Leading Jacob to the bed she sat on the edge, motioning for him to join her. Once he was sitting alongside her she planted one more kiss on his mouth before moving to kneel behind him. Stroking her hands along his broad shoulders, pausing to kiss the back of his neck before running her hands down his spine then back up along the sides of his torso. Her touch was feather light, barely grazing the skin. Stroking every inch of his skin before taking her hands back to his shoulders and, mimicking his actions minutes before, she began to massage them. Working her thumbs against his flesh, every now and then stopping to kiss his shoulder or his neck.
“I hope…I hope this is ok…” Elena whispered, starting to trail her circling thumbs down his spine.

 

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The massage complete, Elena sat beside Jacob. The warmth that he got from her had more to do that from just her physical temperature. When she kissed him briefly, his breathing fluttered as much as his eyelids did. He sighed as their lips parted

“That was wonderful Jacob, thank you. Although I fear that was worth far more than the meal I gave you and as much as I would love to return the favour, I am worried my own attempt at a massage would only result in discomfort for you… But I’d still like to try…if you’ll let me…?”

"How could I refuse that from you, Elena?"

She stood up, holding out her hand. Jacob hesitated for a moment, caught by how lovely she looked in the fire light, partially illuminated, the remainder of her in the shadows. The gentle flickers seemed to roam over her, highlighting her features and allowing him to adore them in a literal new light.

He took her hand, slowly standing, awed once more that this wonderful woman saw him to be worthy of her attentions. And affections. “I think we’re going to need a little more space…” She led him out of the lounge room and into her bedroom.

Like her, the room was special because it was not flashy, ornate or made up. A plain simplicity that seemed to be full of soft appeal. The room was a clear reflection of Elena, which made Jacob feel more relaxed. The bed was a plain, serviceable solid design that suited the feel of the cottage and the room itself. Elena sat on the edge, and Jacob didn't need her invitation to sit beside her.

She once more blessed him with one of her kisses, shifting the tensions within him to those more to his liking. While he enjoyed the fading echos of the feel of her lips on his, she moved around behind him. Soon, her hands were exploring his back, with occasional kiss to his neck or shoulders. The light touch of her hands brought his skin to life. His back became acutely aware of every motion of air, touch of her fingers, and any other touches of her body against his. Then her thumbs started working his muscles. Tension melted under her touch, muscles locked in place wavered and resistance collapsed. Moans, sighs and the occasional grunt of pain echoed through the room. But the kisses Elena gave him brought the loudest, most clear examples of his liking of her efforts. The places where her lips touched seered his soul with a heat hotter than the sun. His desire for that touch of her lips grew with each passing kiss.

“I hope…I hope this is ok…”

Her words seemed to come from miles away. There was nothing but the touch of her hands, the brush of her lips against his skin and the sheer wonder, delight and arousal he felt for her. He sucked in a large lungful of air, sighing most of it before he replied to her.

"No... it's not ok. It's fantastic." He turned himself so that he was sitting side on to her, and turned his head to look at her through eyes brimming with tears of joy. "You have done so much for me, Elena, that I doubt I can ever repay you fully. No matter what happens here in this place, you have given me memories that will last me a lifetime."

His right hand reached out to tentatively stroke her cheek. His thumb lightly grazed the skin of her cheek, feeling the warmth of her soft skin. He guided her head down to his, slowly bringing her mouth to his. Soft brushes of his lips on hers slowly morphed into more firmly pressed showings of desire and affection. Jacob moaned and sighed as he sealed the kiss, and became more passionate with his angel. He did nothing more than kiss her, his hand falling to his side to hold him up as he maintained his oral worship of Elena. Her scent filled him, her taste cleansed his palate and his ears gathered only those sounds that came from her.

Their lips parted, his breathing more sighs than anything else. His eyes slowly opened, greeted with the most beautiful sight imaginable. Elena's face.

"Elena... I have never... NEVER felt this way about another woman. You have touched something deep within me. I..." His eyes dropped, fearful that his words would ruin what was happening. But he couldn't hold them back, not from his Angel, not when he was speaking the truth.

"Elena... I love you."