Away from the world...

[Britwitch]

"No, my love, I am going to give you something else. Something that you'll never forget."
Elena struggled slightly beneath him, not trying to get away, just trying to feel that intoxicating feel of him moving within her. She was trapped by his body, pinned totally in place and she knew she wouldn’t move until he wanted her to. That knowledge was just as powerful, just as effective, as every word that left his lips. Every touch of his mouth to her skin, every…her train of thought was abruptly derailed as his teeth pulled on her ear, making her rear push even more wantonly back against his hips. The action useless but she couldn’t have stopped it even if she’d tried.

Then he moved. Ever so slightly, ever so slowly. The hard flesh that filled her sex moving back and forth, stimulating those clusters of nerves that lined the deepest parts of her canal. Her eyes rolled slightly in her head for a moment as a wave of pure and unhindered pleasure rolled through her. She realised what he was doing a split second before he spoke.

"I am going to fuck you slowly, Elena. I am going to take you to heaven many times with you caught under me. I am going to fuck you and the last thing you'll remember before passing out will be my exploding within you, sharing my joy with you. You deserve this, Elena, to be shown how precious you are. To be given the joys you need to be given."

“Oh…oh fuck…” She couldn’t manage to say anything more. Her body already trembling from the almost painfully slow coupling. The pressure against her g-spot was almost painful and the waves of pleasure radiating out from it were already making it hard to breathe. She managed to snatch a breath before the first climax hit. Her body bucking between his and the bed, the movement limited but if Jacob had any doubt as to what was happening to her the torrent of cries leaving her mouth should have been evidence enough. It felt as if something exploded inside her sex, inside her body, her fingers wound into the sheets, pulling, somewhere something ripped, the renting of fabric coinciding with the peak of her orgasm. And she couldn’t care less.

She started to come down, felt her heart resuming something like a normal rhythm, but only for a few fleeting seconds. With a howl from her lips his cock pushed against that magical spot once, twice and again she was sent shooting up into orbit. Her sex gushed around his cock as he kept her at that peak of pleasure for several long minutes, although in truth it felt much, much longer. His name escaped her lips, along with some blurry expletives. Her teeth caught on her lip as she tried, pointlessly, to maintain some grip on reality.

Another high, then another. Elena was a shaking mess of pleasure and need beneath Jacob’s body. His slow, forceful, penetration of her was keeping her at such a level of arousal she was rapidly drowning in the waves that smothered her again and again. Her attempted thrusts back up against him had stopped long ago. Her energy was flowing out of her body as rapidly as the arousal was leaking out around his slowly moving shaft. Her eyes closed, lips open in a wide ‘o’ as she shook and trembled against the sheets. Another orgasm, stronger, another stronger still.

She wanted to beg, to plead, to ask him to stop…just for a moment to give her a chance to breathe but she couldn’t. Even if she’d tried. Besides if she was honest she didn’t want him to stop, not for a second. This was the single most amazing experience she’d ever had and as her head grew heavy and light at the same time she knew the only way she’d ever reach any kind of enjoyment like this again would be with him. With Jacob.

“…Please…” She murmured, the word muffled by the sheets pressed against her cheek. “…Please Jacob…my love…please…” Another orgasm and her body grew limp on the bed, hips and sex spasming unstoppably. Speech impossible, breathing hard, she was drowning and it was delicious.

 

[marauder13]

Each time Elena came from his slow fuck, the closer she dragged him to his own peak. There was something unbelievably wonderful about keeping Elena immobile while he subjected her to a series of ever more significant climaxes. Even her swearing was arousing, turning him on more and more as she exclaimed every peak in multiple ways.

Yet, while her body was pinned, her arms remained free. She could wave them, slap him, do a myriad of things to get his attention and make him slow or even stop. He did what he did for her pleasure, and for his own to, but mainly for her. If she wanted it to stop, he would stop. Until then, he would continue to carry out his desire to literally fuck her senseless.

He could feel her loosing the battle against exhaustion. He head lay on the mattress, the cries of delight were more moans and whimpers that were still packed with the emotion her earlier screams contained. She laid still, moving only when she came, flooding her sex with her arousal so much that is flowed down her legs like a spring brook.

“…Please… Please Jacob…my love…please…”

Her voice barely reached his ears, so soft to start with, and the manchester soaked up much of it too. Jacob felt another climax set her treasure into an almost constant tremble.

"Yes, Elena, my love. Soon. I will rejoice in you soon."

Keeping himself close to her, he moved himself as fast and as far as he could. Compared to his previous thrusts, they were long, lightning swift movements when in fact he used a fraction of his length and his pace was nowhere near as fast as he could go. Between the duration, and the way she was gripping at him it didn't take long for Jacob to reach his own peak. He clamped his lips together to stop the scream that threatened to burst Elena's eardrums as he felt a torrent on his love rush into her. He pressed himself down hard on Elena, crushing her between himself and the mattress for the infinity it took for him to complete his final demonstration of his love for her.

With great effort, Jacob stood up. Elena's naked back, and ass were wonders to behold. He parted her cheeks enough to see where he disappeared into her. He pulled himself out, watching her other lips reluctantly let him slide past until he was finally free of her. It took him a few minutes to get the bed readied so she would be able to sleep under the covers, then just about as long to roll her into the bed using only one arm. He covered her gently, kissing her forehead.

"Thank you, Elena. For everything you have done. You truly are my angel." He crept out of the bedroom, finding the clothes that were his, slipping them on, then adding the clothes Elena got out for him. He checked the cabin, making sure that everything was locked up, the fire was going to last the night, and into the morning, then he slipped out the door into the night, and the storm.

"Kind of fitting. I arrived during a storm, so I am leaving during one too."

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Constable Prescott had borrowed an ex-Army truck from the Reading farm. The old Studebaker was in prime condition, and Wayne knew the beast could go anywhere in the county short of straight up a vertical cliff. His concern for Elena made him seek out the vehicle, negotiate with Mal Reading. So in return for two full weekends of manual labour, he got the truck to check out on the one person he was unsure about.

The sun was staring its climb when he got to the end of the track that looked more like a swamp. He was about to put it into gear when he saw someone fighting their way down the track. The officer leapt from the cabin of the truck, and was about to hit the track itself when the fellow waved for him to stop.

"No use you getting all mucky too. I'll be there shortly."

Wayne didn't recognize the man, nor his voice. But his gut told him he was looking at the man he was after.

"You Evans? Jacob Evans?"

"That's right, Officer. I am in the process of turning myself in. I have overstayed my welcome with the lovely Miss Elena, and I know that the authorities would be getting rather concerned about us both. So, I am tending to that matter."

Jacob fought his way through the muck. He was covered from his knees down, and splattered just about everywhere else.

"How is -"

"She is fine, Officer. Unharmed. I was the perfect guest to her perfect hostess. Her phone went dead from lack of battery power. She had no fuel for her generator. I suggest when you do get up there, take some along for her." He finally cleared the swampy ground, pausing to catch his breath. Wayne, stayed still, watching the man, ready for the trick he was sure was coming.

Jacob slowly started to remove the shirt and jeans that belonged to Elena, revealing his prison garb, and his strapped up arm. "Officer, I am unarmed, and I have a broken arm. Could you please cuff me in front so I don't injure my arm further? I am not going to attempt an escape. I know I am going to be in trouble for my time out of custody, but I can fully explain.

"But there is one favour I would like to ask, Officer. Please don't tell Elena who and what I am. She treated me well, and I did nothing to endanger her. I wouldn't want her to have nightmares thinking that she was in danger during that time having someone like me under the same roof."

"Right, get into the front of the truck, and put both arms on the dash. I'll get you back to the station, and get things moving on that front, then I'll check on Miss Elena. You had best no be lying about her, cause if there is one mark on her -"

"I've done stupid things before, Officer, which is why I'm in gaol. I'm not making any more stupid mistakes like those ever again. She's fine. Maybe a little pissed that I left without saying goodbye."

Jacob climbed into the cabin, doing exactly as the officer demanded. There was a bar on the dash, and he was cuffed to it.

Jacob followed all orders given without complaint or attempts to make things worse. Within an hour, other officers arrived, and he was grilled extensively about what happened during the crash, where he went, what he did, and how he was found. Jacob left nothing out, except for the times he and Elena made love to each other. They varied their questions, constantly trying to catch him in a lie. But he spoke the truth, and after five long hours, they concluded that he had indeed spoken the truth.

Jacob was in another transfer van, heading north seven hours after Constable Prescott found him. The remainder of Jacob's trip was reliving every little detail of his time with Elena.

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It was about lunch time when Wayne got the load of fuel and groceries up to Elena's cabin. The truck rumbled to a stop, and he caught sight of the damage her car took from a fallen tree branch. He shook his head as he jumped down onto the sodden ground. He made his way over to the door, knocking loudly.

"Constable Prescott, Ma'am." He took a few steps back from the door, training and polite habit coming to the fore.

 

[Britwitch]

Elena awoke slowly. Stretching and feeling her body protest the movement, back and hips aching in response to the action. She smiled sleepily into the pillow as her almost brutal coupling with Jacob replayed in her mind. His body taking hers in the roughest, sexiest way she could ever have imagined she might experience. She shifted her legs and her sex twinged. It was sore and, from the slightly odd sensation between her thighs, still leaking his seed from deep inside. She laid still, letting the last moments of their slower, more powerful, union move through her mind’s eye. Sighing as she let a hand creep down her body to touch gingerly between her legs. It almost felt as if she had had her ‘first time’ all over again. She had a lot to thank Jacob for. She rolled over and frowned to find herself alone.

“Jacob…?” Sitting up slowly Elena ran a hand through her hair and listened for the reply she was sure she would hear. “Jacob, where are you…?” All that followed her question was silence. Frowning a little deeper, and hissing a little as her thoroughly loved sex moved over the sheets, Elena slipped from the bed and looked out into the main room of the cottage. No sign of anyone. The fire was still burning, although without fresh fuel it wouldn’t last too much longer. She called out his name once more before leaning against the doorframe and wrapping her arms around her upper body.
Reasoning he may well have gone outside for some fresh air, Elena decided to jump in the shower and freshen up a little before he returned.

The water coursed over her body, cleaning away the sweat and the evidence of what she and Jacob had shared the previous evening. With gentle movements she cleaned her sex, wondering with a somewhat wry smile how it would feel when Jacob pushed back inside her. Towelling herself off and chaffing most of the moisture from her hair, Elena pulled on some jeans, forgoing underwear, along with her bra and one of the flannel shirts from the wardrobe. Fingers closed the buttons as she headed out of the bathroom and made for the fireplace. Tossing on a few logs her next job was to get the stove heating up ready for breakfast and coffee.

Smiling and humming softly to herself Elena tried to ignore the niggling feeling of worry deep inside that Jacob still hadn’t returned. Something told her he was ok, a strange sensation within her somewhere just seemed to radiate that unknowable knowledge.
Movement outside made her jump with excitement, leaving the heating kettle behind to go and open the door. She was a footstep away, hand outstretched towards the handle, when the voice called out.
“Constable Prescott, Ma’am.”
Elena froze, all the happy warm feelings draining from her body. Constable. Police. Jacob. The thoughts shot through her mind. They’d come for him. She couldn’t let on she knew, had to hope he was hiding somewhere, that his disappearance from her side was because he’d heard them, seen them perhaps.

Taking a shaky breath, Elena forced a smile onto her face and opened the door.
“Constable Prescott? This is a surprise, what brings you way out here?” Inside Elena was privately proud of how light hearted she sounded. How calm. When in truth she felt like she may well either faint or vomit all over the police officer’s boots, if not do both. Her smile faltered ever so slightly as her gaze travelled over his appearance and noticed the food and what looked to be fuel behind him.
“I came to make sure you were alright, after the storm.” There was an odd tightness in his voice and Elena could see his eyes sweeping less than subtly over her frame. “Seems your car is pretty much wiped out.” He tried to laugh, it didn’t work.
“Oh I’m ok…the generator packed in but thankfully there’s plenty of firewood in the store and enough dry goods to see me through a few weeks should I have to…” Elena smiled back, she could feel it wasn’t a genuine expression and knew he could tell that for himself. It felt so odd, so wrong, to be making small talk while Jacob was hiding somewhere for all she knew. “But the car is definitely in a bad way.”

There was a pause. An awkward break in an already uncomfortable conversation.

“But you’re fine?” The policeman asked.
“Never been better,” Elena replied with her first genuine response since opening the door.
“Well, then…” The policeman appeared to think over her response before visibly relaxing. “Everything’s as it should be. I brought you some fuel and some fresh food, thought you could probably do with some.”
“But, how…?” Elena’s brow creased in confusion for a second or two.
“Oh, we ran into someone who’d been staying with you.”
Her heart stopped. For a long moment it actually stopped. ‘We’ could only mean one thing, Jacob had to have been arrested.
“Y-you did?” Elena heard herself ask in a voice she didn’t recognise as her own.
“Yeah, fella called Jacob. He mentioned the trouble you’d had in the storm with your generator.”
“That…that was good of him…”
“The boys gave him a lift back to town, but he said to say thank you for all that you did.”

The rest of the conversation happened in a blur. He brought in the fuel and food, connecting the tank to the generator and causing the lights to flicker back to life. She thanked him and waved him off, after agreeing to have her car and herself picked up in a day or so by someone from the village. She didn’t cry until she had watched him back his car away down the pathway and closed the door.
She didn’t stop until the tears refused to come.

*~*~*~*~*~*​

“Will you snap out of it, Elena!”
The sharp whispering tone would have been enough to pull her from her day dreams on its own but the less than delicate elbow to her side ensured she was thrust back into the real world, like it or not. Rubbing her side with a groan Elena glared at the woman sitting beside her.

“That hurt!” She hissed under her breath before forcing herself to listen to what was going on. She was stuck in the middle of the world’s most boring seminar and, as had happened countless times since leaving the cottage to return to the city, her mind wandered all too eagerly back to memories of her time with Jacob.

The speaker came to the end of his speech and was met with polite applause. Groaning, Elena stretched out her back and slipped her still blank notepad into her handbag.
“You and me, lunch now! We’ve got things to talk about!” The woman beside her tugged her arm and led her out of the building and towards the nearest restaurant. She was Elena’s assistant and the closest thing to a friend in the workplace that she had. Suzie was actually older than Elena, by a few years, but it’d been a benefit when Elena had found herself promoted at such a young age to have someone a little more ‘worldly’ to guide her.

Soon they were sat a table in a corner of a small Italian place, it wasn’t overly busy, and within a few minutes they’d ordered pasta dishes and were sipping their glasses of water.
“Something happened, didn’t it?” Suzie’s tone was almost accusatory as she jabbed a breadstick towards Elena like a sword. “When you went away. Something, or maybe I should say someone, happened to you, didn’t it?” The voice became almost triumphant as Elena’s cheeks answered the questions for her. “I knew it!” Suzie bit the end of the breadstick with a flourish and sat closer.
“Well…if you mean did I spend my time entirely alone…the answer is no,” Elena replied almost coyly. Trying to avoid the now sparkling eyes of her assistant.
“So…who, how…” Suzie’s grin turned almost wolflike. “…how often?” A lewd wink punctuated her interrogation and Elena couldn’t help but laugh. She paused before she replied, unsure if she could actually speak about Jacob without reducing herself to tears.

“His name was Jacob and…” Elena licked her lips and forced herself to continue. “…and he was amazing.”
“Oh this is going to be good, I can tell!” Suzie giggled, leaning closer and resting her chin on steepled fingers. “Start at the beginning and don’t miss out anything. In all the years we’ve worked together I’ve never seen you once as happy as you’ve seemed when you’ve drifted into those little day dreams of yours! So…tell, tell, tell!”
Elena laughed and sipped her water. Perhaps talking about him would help. Help ease the hurt that stabbed her heart every time she realised she’d never see him again, speak to him again. Never kiss him or hold him. Never feel him beside her…inside her.

Lowering her voice a little, Elena began to tell Suzie their story. Of a storm and an accident. Obviously she missed out the tiny little details of what he was doing at the time of the accident and what he’d done to put him there in the first place. She told of his injury and of how she’d tended to him. Blushing she spoke of that wonderful first kiss they’d shared in front of the fire.

Suzie sighed, frequently, as the tale continued and Elena found it actually felt good to talk about what had happened in her cottage and down by the lake. It felt like in a way he was with her again and that was a wonderful feeling. She kept the specific details to herself but by the time their dessert came Suzie was looking almost dewy eyed.
“That. That sounds like one hell of a week away!”

“It was.” Elena sat back in her chair with a sigh. “It really was.”

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