Harkett's Haven (22 page)

Eric took her hand and led her from
Esme’s bedroom.

‘We’re just across here.’

He opened the door to the room directly opposite Esme’s..

The room was enormous and split level.
It was lit by soft lamp light provided by the two bedside lights and two floor lamps. A large low-level bookshelf spread across one wall, filled with a variety of well used paperbacks and old hardcovers. Large seashells and beautifully shaped pieces of driftwood were positioned randomly on the shelves and fresh posies of flowers in clear glass bowl vase were dotted on the wide expanse of warm mahogany surface.

A cream chaise and two large reading chairs were positioned to take advantage of the large exp
anses of window. The view was spectacular, the window beautifully framing the cliffs at the north side of the house. The sun was setting and the cliffs were silhouetted in dark magnificence, the sky a dusky warm pink.

‘This place Eric.
It’s just magnificent.’

She walked past the bed on the upper level of the bedroom and went to sit in the armchair, tucking her legs up under her.  She leant her head back into the cushioned softness of the chair and closed her eyes, sleep threatening to overwhelm her.

Vaguely she heard Eric move from the  room and the sound of water running and she drifted briefly off to sleep.

‘Hey Rachel.’
She startled as he kissed her. ‘That bath you wanted is ready.’

She smiled at him gratefully and he took her hand and helped her to her feet.

‘Esme should be ready for bed now. I’m going to head through and make sure she’s settled and then I’ll be back to scrub your back.’

‘
Mmmm. Sounds good.’ She touched his hand and made her way to the doorway at the opposite side of the room. She heard Eric leave and the door close softly.  She entered the large en-suite. A freestanding deep cream bath was full of steaming water. The en-suite was another testament to the owner’s fine taste in interior design. Rachel could feel the warmth from the heated under floor tiles on her feet as she moved to dip her hand into the delicately scented warm water. She glanced round her at the his-and-her sinks with the waterfall taps, the sumptuous, fluffy bath towels. She dimmed the lights until the mood was soft, the room barely lit and cocoon-like.

She undressed slowly and dipped a toe into the warm water. The temperature was perfect and she slipped into the
water and sighed. Closing her eyes, she delighted in the enveloping warmth, the aches in her muscles after the long journey soothed by the warmth. Not wanting to fall asleep in the bath but knowing that this was the inevitable outcome of any prolonged time with her eyes shut, she forced herself to duck under the water, soaking her hair for washing.

Surfacing, she groped for the expensive looking shampoo bottle that she knew was close at hand.

Someone handed her the bottle. She quickly swiped at her eyes, heart beating wildly.

Eric sat on the side of the bath watching her.

‘Jesus Eric. You scared me.’

‘Sorry Rachel.
Esme’s flat out and I thought I could do your hair...... or something.’

Rachel smiled and handed him back the shampoo.

‘Make yourself useful then.’

He opened the bottle and poured the clear liquid into the palm of his hand.
Sitting on the edge of the bath behind her, he lifted her long wet hair and ran it through his fingers, smoothing the liquid into the lengths of her hair.

Slowly his long fingers pressed into her head, rubbin S hequid into g firmly. He pulled his fingers gently down the length of her hair
again before piling it onto the top of her head. Lathering her long tresses, he was gentle but firm and Rachel melted at his touch. She didn’t want to move, scared to break the spell.

He bent his head and kis
sed her bare shoulder, his lips warm and tender. His hands massaged her hair and then pulled the soapy lather to rub into her shoulders, his hands pushing firmly into her muscles. His hands pushed down over the upper slopes her breasts lingering there before moving down over the fullness of her breasts, cupping them.

Rachel sighed, the pleasure of his touch sending
hot wires of heat to her groin. Eric took his hands off her body and she dipped her hair under the water to remove the shampoo. When she opened her eyes she saw that Eric had removed his shirt and was removing his trousers. His moves were slow and deliberate, his white shorts stretching over his erection.

Rachel’s heart raced and she felt light headed, slightly drunk. She want
ed to reach out and touch his hardness but instead covered her breasts with her forearm, aware of Eric’s steady stare at her body.

‘Don’t do that Rachel. I want to see you.’

His voice was soft but his demand made her remove her arm immediately.

‘That’s better.’

He stood naked beside her and then slipped into the bath at the opposite end from her, the size of the bath accommodating both of them easily.

Rachel watched him solemnly, her breathing quick and her pulse racing
. He was an incredibly handsome man. He splashed the warm water over his face and swept his wet hands through his short black hair. His body was muscled, strong, the dark hair on is chest noticeable but neat, tapering off down his body and disappearing under the water.

He sat back and watched her, his eyes drinking her in, moving from her lips to her bre
asts. He bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes, and she could see him trying to manage his desire.

‘Sit on the edge of the bat
h Rachel.’

Without aski
ng why she did as she was told she pushed herself slowly up on to the edge of the bath and sat in the warmth of the darkened room, her legs firmly together and her arm covering her breasts, self conscious. Her eyes never moved from him, waiting on his next command.

His eyes opened again and fixed on her, his eyes almost black in the darkened room. He drank her in.

‘Move your arms away Rachel.....and open your legs.’

She hesitated and glanced to the floor, unsure about his request.

‘Just do it.’

And she did
. She caught her breath and did as he demanded, slowly removing her arm. He watched her intently. She moved her legs slowly apart, watching for his reaction. His eyes dropped to her stomach and then to her sex.

‘Further. Move your legs further apart.’

She pulled her damp hair over her shoulder and squeezed the remaining water from it to trickle down over her breasts. Eric watched the rivulets of water as they moved down her body. Rachel moved her legs further apart and felt the trickle of the drops of water disappear into her sex.

Her instincts were to shield herself from him, to cover herself from his gaze but her need for him, her need for his touch, to please him, was overwhelming.

He sighed raggedly, his breathing fast.

He moved from his relaxed pose at the far end of the bath and between her legs. He pushed them apart further, running his hands up the inside of her soft thighs.

He placed his lips over her sex, lapping softly at her clitoris.

Rachel watched him, entranced, her desire hot and urgent.

His tongue hardened and pushed into her, making her gasp, His tongue was hot and knowing and she threw her head back and moaned.

She pushed his head away from her, wanting him in her, need
ing to feel his length in her when she orgasmed, knowing that she wasn’t far from climax.

‘No!’ The anger in his voice shocked her and she held he
r breath. His black eyes were dark as coal and he fixed her with a look that told her that he was in command.

He pushed into her more insistently and then brought his fingers to push into her, one and
then two.

‘Oh God Eric....’ She shook and he pushed his fi
ngers hard into her, her orgasm shooting through her, making her shake uncontrollably. She gasped and closed her eyes and slipped back into the warm water of the bath. She felt faint, Eric’s fingers still on her sex, draining the last ripples from her. He held her in his arms, cradled on his lap. She could feel his erection pushing hard into her buttock and she wanted his hardness in her desperately.

Straddling him, she lifted herself over his erection. Eric’s fingers gently opened her and placed the head of his cock at her entrance.

‘Slow, Rachel. Slow.’ He commanded her.

His arms held her close to him, crossed around her back
and slowly he pushed into her.

‘Jesus, Rachel.’ His eyes w
ere closed, a frown of deep concentration etched on his face. He inched slowly into her, filling her completely, taking control of her body.

She sighed with delight and kissed his forehead.

His hands moved slowly up her back and he opened his eyes. He rested his head on her breasts and then took her caramel nipple in his mouth and rolled it in his mouth. Rachel moaned and closed her eyes.

He kissed her neck and then her mouth, h
is tongue tasting her, pushing into her mouth. She could taste herself on him and it made her moan again, her desire building rapidly again for him.

He m
oved slowly in her as they kissed. Simple slow movement. She could feel his length, his width, the ridges and contours of him. His hand r Sm. ly ieached for her breast and cupped her fullness.

He watched her, watching her climax build again and his movements in her quickened slightly.

‘I have to come soon Rachel.’

He pushed his hand down between them and stroked at her clitoris. The warmth of the water and his touch brought her quickly to climax again and she moaned as she
orgasmed around him.

He watched her as she threw her head back, breasts heaving, totally lost in the moment.

Unable to stop his own climax, he spurted deep into her, pulling her tight into him, crushing her breasts against his chest and stifling his yell against the slope of her breasts.

They held each other as their climaxes subsided and long after, the warmth of the water and the darkness of the room, womb-like and super-sensory.

Now sitting at opposite ends of the bath, Eric watched Rachel as she rested her head and closed her eyes, relaxed, serene.

‘You’ve become
my everything Rachel.’

Rachel opened her eyes and watched him.

‘I want you to be my wife.’

‘
God Eric. I’m....I’m not ready for this.’

She couldn’t keep his gaze, splashing her face with
water.

‘
The people who’re visiting tomorrow.....my parents. I want you to meet them.’

Rachel stood up and stepped out of the ba
th. She reached for a towel, wrapped it around her and left the bathroom.

S
he searched through the chest of drawers for her clothes and found them neatly laid out third drawer down. She pulled on her vest top and shorts and wrapped her damp hair up in her towel and piled it above her head.

She turned to go to bed and saw Eric standing in the doorway, towel round his waist, watching her.

‘I’m sorry Rachel.’

He looked crestfallen, dejected.

Rachel sat on the edge of the bed and removed the towel from her hair and started to towel dry the ends of her long dark hair.

‘You’ve nothing to be sorry for.......I’m just scared.’

She worked at her hair, rubbing the towel through its length.

Eric crossed the room and sat beside her, taking the towel from her hands and gently continuing to dry her hair.

They sat in silence.