The Elle Word Chapter 29
Wilson
I anxiously waited for House to show up on Friday. I was dying to know if he had made up with Elle. I shouldn't have given it a second thought. I could tell by the way he barged into my office that all was forgiven.
"Top o' the morning to ya, Jimmy my boy. How are ya today? Get any from the missus last night?" He plopped his ass down on my sofa and sat there grinning like an idiot and twirling his cane.
I stood up and shut the door so that the whole hospital wouldn't hear our conversation. "No, I didn't, but I'm thinking you did. You don't get this happy from your right hand and Jenna Jameson vids."
He smirked: "You're so right."
I perched on the edge of my desk and said: "So I take it that you made up with Elle?"
He leaned back against the couch, eyes closed, still grinning like a fool. "Yup. We made up real good. Twice for her, once for me, but it was so excellent."
"That much detail I don't need. What I am curious to know is what it took to get her back in your bed."
He stopped twirling his cane. He opened his eyes and stared right at me. "Not nearly as much as I thought it would. I sent some flowers to her office with a note inviting her over for dinner. I sent a really big bouquet to her apartment. She loved them. She was so impressed that I remembered her favorite flower. She came over, we had dinner and I didn't even get to tell her about the trip before we ended up in bed. And she was wearing this really sexy lingerie. She dressed for me, before she came over."
I could hear the awe in his voice, the complete surprise at her actions.
"I told you, man. You just needed to reach out to her. She knew you were in pain and didn't mean all that crap. She just wanted you back. She just wanted YOU."
He had a puzzled look on his face: "I know. But I still can't believe it."
He shook his head as if to realign his thoughts and said: "So we're leaving for New York right after work. Can't wait to see the look on her face when we pull up to the Ritz. I'm sooooo getting laid tonight."
I laughed: "Yeah, you are. Just try to get through the day without getting into trouble with Cuddy."
"Oh, yeah, I'm hiding in my new spot. See ya Monday."
He limped quickly out of my office.
I chuckled and went back to my paperwork. It was good to see him happy again. Elle was good for him and I hoped he wouldn't fuck it up again anytime soon.
ELLE
Work dragged today. I kept glancing at the clock, but it was ticking so slowly. I couldn't wait to get out of the hospital, as I wanted to run a quick errand before I went home to pack. Finally it was 4:30. I said good-bye to my co-workers and rushed to my car. I headed to the mall and made a quick stop to pick up a couple of surprises for Greg. Then I headed home. I pulled out my suitcase and started going through my clothes deciding what to bring. I couldn't imagine where he was taking me so it was hard to choose. I finally decided on a dress with some strappy sandals for Saturday night. It was nice but not overboard dressy. If Greg wore a jacket, it would be just right. I finally managed to pack enough clothes including several sexy pieces of lingerie. I took a quick shower and put on a nice red lacy bra and matching panties. Over that I pulled on some tight black jeans and a red knit V-neck blouse. I had just slipped on some black flats when I heard my door open. A moment later, Greg walked into my room.
As he walked in, he said: "Ready to go, sweetheart?" Then he stopped in his tracks. With a glint in his eyes, he pointedly looked me up and down.
He growled: "Me likey. Come 'ere."
He held out his arms and I walked right into them. He squeezed me tightly, lifting me off the ground for a brief second. He seemed so happy and relaxed. It was so nice to see him this way that I just started giggling.
"What's so funny, little girl? Hmmm? I'll give you something to laugh at."
He started tickling my ribs.
I squealed: "No, no. Don't tickle me."
I squirmed and tried to get away, but he held me tightly with his left arm while he tickled me with his right hand.
He stopped after a moment looking extremely pleased with himself. I was worn out from laughing and my body sagged against his. He held me close and brushed my hair away from my neck. As he nibbled on my neck, I could hear him mutter: "Mine. All mine." I could feel his hardness pressing against me.
As he continued to nibble, I said: "You know. We don't have to go anywhere. We could just stay here."
He raised his head and gave me one of his faux serious looks: "What? No way. Everything we can do here, we can do there plus a bunch of other stuff. Are you ready?"
I nodded: "Yes. I'm all packed."
"Good", he said as his mouth claimed mine. He kissed me deeply for a minute, his hand on the back of my head keeping me as close as possible.
He released me and I rocked back on my heels trying to regain my balance after such a passionate kiss.
His hand slipped down to my ass and gave it a squeeze. "Grab your bag and let's go. We're taking your car, it has a better sound system, but I'm driving."
I trailed behind him with my suitcase and asked: "Still not telling me where we're going?"
"Nope. You'll figure it out soon enough when we get close to our destination."
We headed over to US Highway 1 and then got on I-95 heading north. Greg had brought several of his favorite CD's and we were listening to John Mayall as the miles rolled by. We didn't talk, but it was a comfortable silence. I stared out at the passing scenery, my hand resting on his shoulder. He hummed along with the music. When we left I-95 and merged into I-78, I turned to him and asked: "Are we going to the city?"
"Ding, ding, ding, ding. And the lady guesses it on the first try. There will be an amazing prize waiting for you at our final destination."
I couldn't hide my excitement: "Really? We're going to the city for the weekend."
He glanced at me, a grin gracing his face. "Yeah, babe. You OK with that?"
I squealed: "Oh, yeah. I love going to New York. Theresa and I come every year. We go Christmas shopping and see the tree and stuff like that."
He reached his hand over and placed it on my thigh. "Well, it's not December, so tell me what else you like about New York."
I felt like bouncing in my seat. I rested my hand on top of his and said: "Oh Gawd, where do I start? I like going to that French bookstore by Rockefeller Center and Papaya King for hot dogs. The Godiva store on Madison and 66th. Junior's cheesecake in Grand Central. There's Artie's deli, and Tasti-Delite. Oh, and Central Park. I just love Central Park. The Strand bookstore and all the big music stores. I could spend hours in them. Have you ever been to Bleecker Bob's in the West Village? You would really like that place. He has a ton of rare and out-of-print vinyl. Oh, and I love just walking around the city, but especially in the Village. There's always something new and interesting to see."
"So, food, shopping and walking."
I giggled: "Yeah, what do you like to do in New York?"
"I like getting a really great steak, hearing some nice music."
"Is that what you want to do while we're here?
He smirked: "Maybe. We'll see if we manage to get out of bed long enough to go anywhere."
"Silly. I told you we could do that at home."
He gave me that smile, the one that made me weak in the knees and wet in the panties.
"Wait until you see the room. You may not want to leave, plus we can get anything we want delivered."
"Really? Can we get some Junior's cheesecake delivered?"
He grinned mischievously: "What flavor do you like?"
"I like the raspberry swirl and the chocolate mousse."
He simply smiled and didn't say anything more.
We rode on for a few more miles and then I asked: "So where are we staying?"
He simply said: "You'll see. Pop in that other John Mayall CD for me, will ya sweetheart?"
I didn't ask him anything more as we rode towards the city. He wanted to surprise me, so I just sat back and enjoyed the rest of the ride.
HOUSE
I couldn't wait to see the look on her face when we pulled up to the hotel. She was going to be really surprised. I was pleased that she told me some of the things that she liked about NYC, cuz I hoped to surprise her with a few of those things. Right off the bat, we were having Junior's Cheesecake for dessert tonight. I'd get the concierge to arrange to have some delivered to our suite later on tonight.
I wanted to indulge her as much as possible. Saturday night I had already arranged for us to dine at Ben Benson's and go to a jazz club afterwards. These were things that I enjoy and I thought she would like them also. But I also wanted to include some of the things she had mentioned. I could do some walking, but not a lot. Wilson had suggested a carriage ride in Central Park; that just might be a good idea. Elle loved the park, a carriage ride was romantic and I wouldn't have to walk. Browsing music stores sounded like fun and we take a cab there. There was a Godiva store inside of Rockefeller Center near the French bookstore that she mentioned; we could certainly visit that. Actually there was too much to do in such a short period of time, but at least I had plenty of ideas. If we ever managed to get out of the suite, we had lots of choices.
The Ritz had valet parking. As I pulled up to the front, I watched Elle's jaw drop. Her eyes were huge as she turned to me and whispered: "Are we staying here?"
I smiled and nodded. The look on her face was priceless. Before she could say anything else, parking attendants swooped down upon us and opened our doors. We stepped out and I handed the keys to the guy, telling him we had only 2 bags. They quickly took the bags out and headed in with them. I offered Elle my left arm. "Shall we, my dear?"
She nodded shyly and took my arm. We slowly walked into the lobby. My leg was stiff after the long drive. We checked in quickly and the bellhop took us to our room. He took our bags into the bedroom while Elle wandered slowly around the suite. I tipped him excessively and placed an order for the cheesecake. He assured me that it would be delivered within 2 hours and hurried off.
I had just closed the door behind him when Elle grabbed my arm. She whispered: "Greg, this place has 2 bathrooms!"
I chuckled inwardly. "Why are you whispering?"
"I don't know. It's very lavish. It's, um, I don't know. I never stayed anywhere like this before."
"Do you like it?" I momentarily worried that she didn't.
"Oh, yes, it's beautiful. It's just. It must be so expensive." I could see her swallow hard. "You didn't have to do all this."
I took her in my arms and said: "Oh, but I wanted to. I wanted us to have a nice weekend together. Look out the window; there's Central Park. We can get room service. And you know what is only a couple of blocks away?"
She smiled at me and said: "FAO Schwartz."
Now it was my turn to be surprised. Of all the things that were close by this hotel, how did she know I was thinking about the world's biggest toy store? Maybe she knew me better than I thought.
I smirked: "That's right, baby. BIG toy store. We can go play there, what do ya say?"
She smiled: "Yeah, I'd like that. But you gotta see this place. Come on, you gotta see the bathrooms."
She dragged me into the one closest to the bedroom. It was lovely. It had a large marble tub, big enough for two, and a separate large shower stall. There were plush his and her bathrobes and a vast array of soaps and lotions set around the tub.
Elle pointed inside the tub: "Look. See the jets. It's a Jacuzzi tub."
I nuzzled her neck: "Nice. Wanna take a bath with me later?"
She sighed: "Oh, yes."
Damn, I felt my cock twitch already. This was going to be a good night.
I took her hand: "Let's go check out the bedroom."
We walked into the bedroom. It had a huge king-size bed with lots of pillows. You could see the view of Central Park from the bed. There were a couple of plush chairs, a desk and a low backless chaise lounge at the foot of the bed. There was a very spacious, comfortable feel to the room.
Elle turned to face me and wrapped her arms around my waist. "So this is my prize, huh?"
I bent down and brushed her lips with mine. "Yes, a weekend in New York at the Ritz-Carlton with your cowboy. You likey, or did you want the consolation prize instead?"
She nuzzled her face against my chest and said: "Oh, me likey very much. I can't think of anything better."
"Good. I'm starving. What do you say to room service, and then a nice long bath?"
"I'd say that sounds fabulous."
We sat down on the sofa to check out the room service menu. Elle's eyes popped when she saw the prices, but I placed my hand over that side of the menu and said: "You're not allowed to look at the right-hand side of any menu this weekend. Or any time for that matter. If I take you anywhere that involves a menu, I want you to order whatever you want. OK?"
She nodded and whispered: "OK."
She took me up on it and ordered onion soup, a mixed green salad and salmon risotto. I got mini crab cakes for an appetizer and steak au poivre with country style potatoes. We ate in front of the TV. The Ritz had about a gazillion channels and a selection of DVD's also. I surfed the channels while we ate. The food was fabulous. We shared bites with each other. I found that I really enjoyed feeding her and watching her enjoy her food. We ate until we were stuffed and then settled back to watch some TV. My bare feet were parked on the coffee table while Elle was snuggled up next to me, her legs curled under her.
About a half hour later, there was a knock at the door. She started to get up, but I stopped her. I opened the door to that same bellhop who pushed in a small cart with a covered silver platter on top of it.
"Your dessert, sir," he announced. I thanked and tipped him. He grabbed the cart with the remnants of our dinner and made his exit.
I took the platter and set it down on the coffee table. "Ready for dessert, madam?" I asked.
She looked as happy as a little kid at a birthday party when the cake hits the table. She bit her lower lip enticingly and said: "yes".
I lifted the lid and announced: "Ta-Da!"
Elle squealed: "Oh my Gawd. Junior's! You got me cheesecake! How did you do that?"
"I told you sweetheart. This is New York. You can get anything delivered."
I cut a small slice of each flavor and placed it on a plate for her. As she took it from me, she said: "You're going to spoil me."
I chuckled: "You said that like it's a bad thing." I cupped her face in my hands and said: "I wanna spoil my girl."
She blushed and softly said: "Thank you."
I watched as she took a bite and then a blissful look appeared on her face.
"Oh, you gotta have some, cowboy. It's SO good."
I let her feed me a couple of bites. It was delicious, but I was really stuffed from the steak. We decided to put the rest in the mini-refrigerator and bathe for a while. We could have more dessert later.
I watched as Elle bent over the tub, adjusting the faucets until she got the temperature just right. It was a large tub so it would take a while to fill. She stood and walked back to the vanity, wrapping her hair up in a loose bun. I smiled knowing that later on I would be letting her hair down. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her. She smiled at our reflection in the mirror. I started kissing her cheek and nuzzling her neck, while watching her reaction out of the corner of my eye. I reached for the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled it up. Elle lifted her arms and allowed me to pull it over her head. We watched in the mirror as my hands stroked her bare tummy upwards towards her breasts. She looked stunning in that red bra. I nibbled on her neck as my hands toyed with her lace-covered breasts. Eyes half-closed, she sighed as she leaned against my body. My hands slid down to the jeans and I started to unfasten them. I could tell by her shallow breaths that she was becoming very aroused. I slowly pulled her zipper down and pushed her jeans down to reveal matching red panties. I had one hand splayed across her belly and the other hand dipping into her panties to play with her soft hair. I whispered to her: "Stunning visuals, hmmm?"
Elle sighed: "Oh, yes."
We stared at our reflection as my hands roamed over her body. I reached up and popped her bra, slowly sliding the straps off of her shoulders. I cupped her breasts and toyed with her nipples.
She whispered: "Take your shirt off. I want to feel your skin against mine."
My hands left her body long enough to pull my shirt over my head, then I wrapped my arms around her again.
She sighed, leaning back against me. We watched my hands caressing her body.
Elle murmured: "I want you."
Mt Gregory sprang to full attention and I pressed him against her ass.
Nibbling on her neck, I said huskily: "Turn around."
Her hand reached up to my cheek, her eyes, hooded with lust, but her gaze never leaving mine. "No, like this. I can see your face in the mirror."
She was willing to try this position as long as she could see me. That was all the encouragement that I needed. I pushed my jeans and boxers down and pressed my naked body against her. She slowly ground her ass against me. I groaned with pleasure. I pulled her panties down and admired her body in the mirror. My hand slid down to caress her hair and then moved lower. I parted her folds and found her delightfully wet. I slid my fingers inside of her and rubbed her clit with my thumb. My left hand cupped her breast, my thumb caressing her nipple.
Elle was quite aroused and was grinding her ass against my cock. I wanted inside of her badly. I nudged her legs a bit further apart. Grasping my dick in my hand, I teased her entrance with the head. She bent over the vanity and rose on her toes to give me better access. After teasing her entrance for a minute, I slowly entered her. I watched her face, prepared to stop if she showed any sign of distress. But there was none. I only saw lust and pleasure on her face. With one hand on each hip, I started thrusting slowly at first, and then faster. Elle moaned and thrust back against me. We quickly fell into a rhythm. I could tell by her breathing and by the look of her face that she was already close. I slipped one hand down to her clit and pressed against it. Her mouth opened in an 'O' of pleasure.
I could tell by the way her walls were clamping down on me that she was about to come. She had been using her hands to support herself on the vanity, but now she lifted one hand to the mirror. She cupped the reflection of my cheek and looked right into my eyes. I don't think I had ever been so turned on in my life.
Elle struggled to keep her eyes open as she came. My name left her lips as a sigh as I felt the familiar flood of moisture signaling her orgasm. I wasn't as quiet as I exploded into her body. I moaned her name loudly, and then collapsed against her, my body suddenly boneless and unable to stand.
I took a couple of deep breaths and then managed to pull myself up. I didn't want to squash her against the vanity. Elle leaned back against me and I wrapped my arms around her. We stood there for a moment, just enjoying the feel of our bodies touching.
Suddenly Elle cried out: "Oh my Gawd, the tub."
We quickly looked over at it. The water was close to the top, but not overflowing yet. Elle moved towards it, but her pants were puddled around her ankles, so her forward progress was hindered. She ended up sprawled on the floor, laughing at her clumsiness. She managed to kick away her clothes and crawled over to the tub in time. She turned off the tap and then crawled back to me. She untangled my jeans and boxers from around my ankles so that I would not end up on the floor also. I pulled her up from the floor and set her on the vanity. Kneeing her legs apart, I stood in between her thighs. I cupped her face and gently kissed her lips. I felt her hand on the back of my neck encouraging me deeper and I obliged. In my arms was the sexiest, sweetest woman I had ever known. I briefly wondered how long it would take me to fuck this up again, but I quickly pushed that thought out of my mind. It wouldn't happen this weekend.
I broke this kiss and said: "Come on sweetheart, let's take a bath." She took my hand and I led her towards the tub.
The water was the perfect temperature, nice and hot. It felt wonderful on my leg. Elle let me ease myself in and get comfortable, and then she arranged herself in between my spread legs. She leaned back against my chest and let out a contented sigh. We just sat like that for a while, blissfully snug in each other's arms. When the water started to cool, Elle let some out and refilled the tub with more hot water. We took turns soaping each other with the body wash. It was both soothing and sensual to have Elle's hands washing me all over. When the bath water cooled off again, we decided it was time to get out. We hopped in the shower for a quick rinse to get rid of the soap residue.
I couldn't keep my hands off of her. I needed to touch her, caress her, or hold her in my arms. Hotels are wonderful in that they never run out of hot water. We stood under the warm shower for a long while, our bodies pressed together, our lips locked in passionate kisses. I finally decided to turn off the shower before my leg protested standing for so long.
The towels were large and fluffy. I wrapped her up in one and pulled her over by the john so I could sit down to dry her off. Once Elle was dry, I dressed her in one of the luxurious robes provided by the hotel. She insisted on returning the favor and drying me off. Once I was dry and dressed in a matching robe, we strolled back to the living room and plopped on the couch. We were both extremely relaxed from the bath and the sex, so we snuggled on the couch and I surfed through the channels. There was nothing on so I turned off the TV and put on the stereo. The last person staying in this suite must have been into crooner music as this station played a lot of Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin and similar artists. It was relaxing music, so I left it on, and we hummed along to the tunes. I shouldn't have been surprised that Elle knew most of the songs; she had an amazing repertoire of music.
We sat snuggled against each other while we listened. Elle was nuzzling and gently kissing my neck. I turned my head to kiss her and happened to notice the view from the window.
I gently tugged her to her feet: "Hey, come over here and see the lights of the big city."
Hand in hand we walked over to the window to take in the view. I wrapped my arm around her and she leaned into me as we looked out at the city. Deano was crooning 'Everybody Loves Somebody Sometimes' and we started to gently sway to the music. I turned Elle to face me and took her in my arms. My leg prohibited me from really dancing, but I thought I could sway a bit with her. The thick robes prevented us from having the close body contact that I desired. So I pushed hers off of her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. My hands went into her hair and let it out of the bun, her long locks cascading down her back. Meanwhile, Elle was untying the sash and opening my robe. I pressed her to me and the skin-to-skin contact was delicious. I picked up her hand and after kissing her palm, placed it on my cheek, holding it there with my own hand. Her other arm snaked around my waist. She nuzzled her face against my chest and planted a kiss over my heart. I felt myself smiling; it was so cute the way she did that.
Perry Como was up next, singing 'It's Impossible'. Elle's head rested on my chest as we continued to sway to the song. At another time of my life, I might have found this to be cheesy, but now it felt just right. I kissed the top of her head and heard her make a contented sigh. I smiled; maybe it wasn't so hard to do romantic.
We continued swaying into the next song. This time it was Elvis, crooning 'And I Love You So'.
And I love you so
The people ask me how,
How I've lived till now.
I tell them I don't know.
I guess they understand
How lonely life has been.
But life began again
The day you took my hand.
The lyrics really hit home for me. Since Stacy's departure, I had walled myself off to keep from getting hurt again. I had been lonely but dealt with it, figuring it was the lesser of two evils. With Elle here, there was light in my life again.
And yes, I know how lonely life can be.
The shadows follow me, and the night won't set me free.
But I don't let the evening get me down
Now that you're around me.
Elle's arms tightened around me. I wondered if the lyrics were getting to her too. I kissed the top of her head. We were both scared of getting hurt again. I had just about fucked it up this week. I hated to admit it, but I owed Wilson a big one. There was nowhere else I wanted to be, but right here, right now, with Elle in my arms.
We swayed until the end of the song. I bent down and kissed her gently on the lips. "Ready for bed?"
She nodded and said softly: "Yes."
I clicked off the stereo and hand in hand, we walked into the bedroom together.
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I was startled from my sleep by Elle's screams. I groggily realized that she must have been having a helluva nightmare. I quickly flicked on the bedside lamp. I started talking to her soothingly in French and placed her hand on my cheek. She flinched away from my touch, curling herself into a small tight ball as she sobbed.
That was strange. She hadn't had a nightmare in a while, but she was always reassured by touching my face. Now, every time I touched her, she jerked away. Finally I stopped trying and just talked soothingly to her and after a while, her sobs subsided.
She finally let me put my arms around her, but her body remained tight and rigid. Her hands were fisted and her arms were crossed over her chest.
I tried to get her to look at me. I stroked her hair away from her face and said: "Sweetheart, are you OK?"
Elle glanced at me and quickly looked away, but not before I saw the fear in her eyes.
"Baby, it's me. It's Greg. You're safe. Baby, look at me. There's no one here but us. It's OK."
Elle kept her head down; she wouldn't meet my eyes. I didn't pressure her, but I was curious by this reaction. In the past, she was always comforted by my touch, but tonight she shied away from me.
Then something occurred to me. "Sweetheart, this wasn't your usual nightmare, was it?"
She shook her head, still refusing to meet my eyes.
"It was something new, one you never had before, right?"
Elle gave a quick nod.
"Do you want to tell me what it was about?"
She shook her head much more vehemently this time.
I was getting frustrated. She wouldn't talk to me and her body remained stiff. She clutched the bed sheets tightly around her body and shivered.
"Are you cold, sweetheart?"
She nodded.
I got out of bed and limped over to the closet. There were a couple of blankets on the shelf and I grabbed one and laid it gently over her. She pulled it up under her chin and I could just barely hear her when she whispered: "Merci."
I grabbed her wrist to check her pulse. She flinched but I hung on until I got it. Her pulse was fast. She seemed to still be in a state of fear or panic or something. I just couldn't figure it out. It had been 20 minutes since she woke up screaming. In the past, she has always calmed down by now.
I limped out into the other room and grabbed the bottle of scotch and a glass.
When I returned to the bedroom, she was still lying in the same position, staring straight ahead. I poured her a double shot and sat down next to her.
"Sweetheart, sit up. You need to drink this."
She glanced at the glass, and slowly started sliding towards the head of the bed. She kept the blanket clutched around her body. I plumped the pillows against the headboard and she sagged back against them. When she was settled, I handed her the glass. I watched as she first took a small sip and then a bigger one. Finally she knocked the whole glass back. She sighed, closed her eyes and leaned back against the pillows. Suddenly she gasped and her eyes popped open staring straight at me. She was trembling and I grabbed the glass before she could drop it.
"Sweetheart, what is it? You need to talk to me. I've never seen you react like this. You haven't had a nightmare in a long time."
She turned her head and looked away from me, clutching the blanket harder.
Oh shit. "You've had them recently? Did you have one when we were sleeping apart?"
She nodded and held up 2 fingers.
"You had nightmares on 2 nights when we were sleeping apart?"
She nodded again.
"Were they like this one?"
She shook her head and in a soft voice said: "No. They were my usual nightmare." She snorted: "My usual nightmare. That sounds great, doesn't it? Gawd, I'm such a basket case."
She leaned forward and hugged her legs, her chin resting on top of her knees.
I was grateful that she was finally talking. "You're not a basket case, sweetheart. Something's upset you and it comes out in your nightmares. Can you tell me about it? Maybe we can figure out what's bothering you."
She snorted: "Believe me. You don't want to her about this one."
That worried me. Not that she ever wanted to talk about them, but her whole demeanor this time was so different. It was an anomaly and I was quite disturbed by it.
I scooted over so that I was closer to her. I tentatively put my arms around her and was pleased when she did not flinch away this time. I hugged her a little bit tighter and she finally leaned into my embrace.
I whispered to her: "I want you to tell me. I want to be here for you, the way you were here for me last week."
A sob escaped her lips and she turned and flung her arms around my neck. I held and rocked her while she cried. Finally her tears subsided and she said: "You don't want to know. It's too upsetting.
"I can take it."
"It was kinda like my other nightmare. Someone broke in and he was raping me. I was on my stomach and he was on top on me. Only we were on the bed, not on the floor. And he kept talking to me. He was saying: 'You like this, I know you like this. Why won't you admit that you like it? Say it, say you like it.' He wouldn't stop talking, trying to get me to say that I liked it."
She looked up at me with tears running down her face. "It was your voice, Greg. And when I looked over my shoulder at the man on top of me, it was you.''
I was stunned. "I was raping you? I was the one raping you up the ass in this nightmare?"
Elle nodded and covered her face with her hands. "I didn't want to tell you. I knew it would upset you."
I thought I would blow a gasket. This was because of all the horrible things that I said to her on Tuesday night. No wonder she kept jerking away from my touch. I had just been raping her in her dream.
I was shocked back into reality by her tearful pleas: "I'm sorry, Greg. I'm really sorry. Please don't be mad. I don't want to spoil our weekend."
There was no way I was letting her blame herself for this. I cupped her face and forced her to look at me. "Stop apologizing. You have NOTHING to be sorry for."
I hated to see the tears that were leaking out of her eyes, knowing that I had done this.
She whispered: "You're not mad at me?"
"No, sweetheart. You should be mad at me. This is my fault."
I threw myself down on the bed, covering my face with my hands. For the first time in a very long time, I felt ashamed of my behavior.
I felt her hand on my chest and I grasped it with one of mine. Her nose was half clogged from crying so much and she made this little squeaky noise every time that she inhaled. I opened my eyes just as she was leaning towards me. She cupped my cheek with her hand and I pressed against it. Then she leaned down and gave me a small kiss on the lips.
"It's not your fault, cowboy."
I had to own up. I owed it to her. I sat up and clutched her by the shoulders. Firmly I said: "Yes, it is. If I had not said all those things to you on Tuesday night, this would not have happened. I planted those thoughts in your mind and they came out in your nightmare. Elle, I would never do those things to you. I swear."
Hesitantly she said: "So, you don't. Um, you don't want kinky sex or role-playing."
"No. I just said those things to push you away. I don't like anal sex and I certainly don't want to watch you giving blowjobs to strangers. You're mine and I want you all to myself. I would NEVER share you."
Softly I continued: "And I would never rape you or pretend to. I am not a nice person, but I would never hurt you physically. I know I knocked you off the bed the other night."
She stopped me: "You were in so much pain you didn't realize it. You would have never done it otherwise."
She was still excusing my behavior. I couldn't understand why she was so good to me. Perhaps Wilson was right. I looked into her eyes and was relieved to see that the fear was gone. It was replaced by something else. It was a gentle tender look. How could she feel that way after all I had done to her this week? What the hell did she see in me?
I flopped back down on the bed. "Elle. You deserve someone so much better than me. Someone who will treat you the way that you deserved to be treated."
Elle looked pointedly around at the room, and said: "This is pretty nice if you ask me."
She lay down next to me and put her head on my shoulder. "You are good to me. We had a bit of a setback this week, that's all. We'll get past it."
I caressed her face: "You're so beautiful. You could have anyone. You don't have to settle for this old cripple."
Elle laughed: "You know, for a guy who has such a huge ego 99 of the time, it's surprising that you doubt yourself this way. You are an amazing man and I really care for you. I only want you."
My heart swelled, but I had to snark: "Really? What if Harrison Ford walked into the room and wanted you?"
She bit her lip: "Well, he is on my list. I could just have sex with him the one time, and you could have sex with someone on your list."
"Like Angelina Jolie?"
"Yeah, exactly."
I smiled at her: "I'd turn her down. She couldn't hold a candle to you."
She giggled: "Really? What if it were the two of us? Are you going to lay there and tell me that you wouldn't want a threesome?"
I chuckled: "Oh Gawd, woman. No man would turn down a threesome but you alone just about put me in a coma. As flattering as it would be to have two beautiful women all over me, I couldn't handle it. Two of you would kill me."
"But what a way to go," she said, waggling her eyebrows at me.
I guided her hand to my semi-erect shaft. She immediately grasped it and started to slowly stroke it.
I kissed her mouth and then said: "I only want you."
Her eyes lit up. Gracefully she climbed on top on me, never letting go of Mt Gregory. She kissed my forehead and then ran her tongue down the length of my nose, planting a little kiss on the tip. I reached up to kiss her but she pulled back.
"You want me?" she said in a small voice filled with wonder.
I took her face in my hands and said: "Yes, I want you."
She looked at me for a long minute, a small smile on her face.
"I'm all yours," she said as she simultaneously crashed her lips on mine and slid Mt. Gregory inside of her.
