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****WARNING*****
This is adult material, so you know what to do...or not do. ;)

Feel free to archive or repost elsewhere, provided credit is given to
Jove.
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"Elise" by Jove

Elise stood helplessly in the doorway. She wanted to reach out and touch
him. To say something. Anything. Anything that would make him stay.

Tears of frustration trekked silently down her pale cheeks as she stood
by and watched Jarrett viciously yank open the drawers and closet and
toss his belongings into the waiting suitcase lying on the counterpane.
The one that they had picked out together. The one they had slept with
wrapped around their bodies together.

Elise squeezed her eyes shut tight, as if she could shut out the pain by
shutting out the sight. But that wasn't possible for there was a hot,
sharp object twisting her insides, forcing her to acknowledge that it
was real and truly happening.

She drew in a shuddering breath and wiped the back of her hand across
her cheeks.

"Jarrett, look at me, please," she pleaded, still hugging the door
frame, her voice small and trembling. "Jarrett, please."

It took three more tries before he stopped to turn and glare at her
accusingly for interrupting him. Elise caught her bottom lip between her
teeth and bit down.

"Goddamn it, Elise!"

Jarrett focused his steely gaze on her. He was more angry at himself for
heeding her words than her for putting them through this. It was
damnably unfair that even now, he still lusted after her to such an
intense degree. It was damnably unfair that even with her face drawn and
her dark eyes red-rimmed from the tears, his body still hardened with
desire; his fingers itched to thrust in her dark hair to hold her face
still for his mouth; his skin tingled with the want to rub against hers.
It was damnably unfair that she looked so fragile, so vulnerable in that
over-sized sweater.

"Don't do this," she whispered, the look in her eyes eloquent.

His jaw tightened and his fingers curled into hard fists. Damn her!

Encouraged by the fact that he hadn't turned away from her yet, Elise
pushed away from the door frame and made her towards him, her hand
outstretched.

Jarrett froze when she was finally in front of him, not that he had
moved an inch before. But Elise could feel the brittle tension that
hardened him even more. He wouldn't touch her. Elise kept her eyes
straight ahead, focused on his broad chest. She didn't have the courage
to look up and see the icy rage in his eyes.

Very slowly, very carefully, she skimmed her fingers over his left fist
before bringing it up to her mouth with both hands.

"No, Elise," Jarrett got out between gritted teeth, abruptly jerking
back his fist. "It's not going to work this time."

But Elise wasn't listening. She didn't want to listen to his words. Her
hands came up and flattened against his chest, and her body pressed
against his hardness.

Jarrett gave a strangled groan. He wanted to give into her and take what
she was pressing upon him. That wasn't in doubt. He would have to be
dead before his body would be indifferent to her. But he had more
self-control than that, he told himself.

He captured her hands in his and managed to put an inch of space between
their bodies. But Elise wouldn't have it. She fought his hold and
squirmed against his already aroused body, burning him even more
whenever her soft body came into contact with his. He swallowed hard,
his breathing becoming laboured. Finally, he crushed her tightly against
him just to still her inflaming movements.

He thought that was the solution until he felt the heat from a hot mouth
seep through his T-shirt and sear his skin. Elise's quick, wet tongue
was dampening his shirt, teasing his nipple through it.

There was only so much he could take.

Jarrett made a gutteral sound deep in his throat and gave in.

A fierce triumph coursed through Elise's veins when she felt Jarrett's
hands plunge into her hair to pull her head back so he could grind his
mouth on hers. He nipped her bottom lip, demanding that she open her
mouth for his tongue. She eagerly sucked it, reveling in the knowledge
that she could still make him want her with such ardor.

His rough hands then streaked under her sweater, alternately squeezing
and moulding her flesh until he cupped her lace-covered breasts. Elise
moaned, but the sound was muffled. And then she returned the favour. Her
fingers grappled with the bottom edge of his T-shirt until she met with
warm flesh. She rubbed her palms upwards, loving the feel of his
hair-roughened flesh.

Jarrett trailed his open mouth down over her chin, down her throat,
leaving behind a wet trail. He reluctantly broke off contact for the
amount of time it took for him to roughly pull her sweater over her head
and pitch it in whatever direction. Then his mouth was sucking her flesh
through her bra. He must've sucked a bit too hard because she cried out.
But he didn't care at the moment. It was only a fraction of what he had
felt earlier and would feel later on.

Elise filled her hands with his sun-streaked hair, crying out his name
in a breathless litany. His hands caught her hips in a bruising grip,
but she didn't care—not when his mouth had moved down to kiss her madly
through the silk of her panties. He captured her clitoris between his
teeth and tugged.

Elise screamed and her come gushed onto her panties, drenching it right
through.

Jarrett pulled her down and shoved her onto her back on the floor,
settling himself between her widespread legs. The bed was only a couple
of feet away, but he couldn't wait that long.

A quick jerk of his fingers and the flimsy material of her panties came
apart in his hand. She struggled with the zipper of his jeans until he
was filling her eager hands. Jarrett muttered something and imprisoned
both her wrists above her head with one hand. He took his swollen cock
in his other hand and brought it to her sex, teasing her briefly. He
positioned himself at the entrance of her body and plunged in quick and
hard. She was already wet from her earlier orgasm, so his entrance was
smoother than usual. But he was still very big and she, still very
small. And the gripping tightness of her vaginal walls almost undid him.

Almost.

Elise gave a series of broken cries when he slowly dragged himself out
before plunging quickly back in. She wrapped her legs about his waist,
locking her ankles on the small of his back. His jeans scraped the
sensitive skin of her inner thighs, but that only added to the eroticism
of it all; just like his T-shirt was abrading her nipples.

A few more thrusts and they both came. Elise could feel Jarrett's hot
come deep inside her belly and she shuddered even more.

And at the same time, she instinctively, possessively wrapped her arms
tightly about his damp body.

She was holding a memory the next morning.

Copyright © 1997 by Jove.
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