Eva ran into the house after he had slowed to a stop on the driveway and Luuk had taken the helmet from her trembling hands. She had seen him take in every movement as she fingered out her long, russet-coloured hair. The slender faced, even gaunt, young man she had known and heard of had become someone else on that bike ride; she had entwined her fingers with his, when it was safe to do so, and kept them to his stomach or chest. His joy that the motorcycle had been bequeathed to him, and that she had kept stored in her garage until he had arrived on compassionate leave, was the motivation for them going out on it; the clear their minds of a shared bereavement if only for a few hours.
It seemed that there was no stopping him in what he had said or done as the rode to and from the beach restaurant set in the dunes; the laughter of those around them infectious; now she felt it too. The tension, and the emotional pain, of the past few weeks and days had been relieved in the short time spent on that motorcycle. Her late sister’s boy, adopted from an orphanage in Romania, had grown into a beguiling and assured young man; but feckless and reckless with his feelings and treatment of women. That much Anna Mulder, her sister, had told her.
With her mind in a whirl she went up the stairs to her bedroom and brushed out her hair; refastened a button on her blouse then thought better of it. She already felt that he had mentally undressed her in those stilled wondering looks upon her; in what she did; how she spoke to him; how she had reacted when a crazy, impetuous and fun-filled ride on Frank’s motorcycle had been pursued. Anna’s man had doted on the boy.
‘Eva?’ she heard him call out and went to stand at the top of the stairs.
‘I’m here, Luuk…’
‘I’ve seen everywhere else now but not your bedroom, Eva. I’d like to see it…’ She remained standing at the head of the stairs and watched him slowly close the space between them. ‘You’ve taken off your shoes…’
‘Yes…I…I…’
‘You’re at home and now you’re with me…’ She felt his fingertips caress her cheek, his warm breath on her face. ‘We’re two people thrown together again by circumstances beyond our control…’
‘Don’t Luuk,’ she said softly. ‘There’s no place for this what you’re doing…’
‘Isn’t there?’ he said slowly, in a persuasive voice. ‘Comfort’s found in so many ways…’
Eva didn’t argue with what he had said, only what he had felt a need to do. She remained resolutely silent and chose to step away from his touch. Luuk matched her and stepped forward. She moved again until there was nowhere to go as she felt the wall press against her shoulders.
‘Together we live on…’
He had taken hold of her hands and pinned them against the wall, dislodging a picture that hung there but did not fall to the carpeted floor.
‘Luuk…Luuk!’ She met a slow kiss of discovery; felt it not to be predatory but persuasive. ‘I…I didn’t know that…’
‘That I could be this way and so soon…and with you?’
Eva was disconcerted by his direct ways and now what had been said. ‘I’m not sure how to answer you on that.’
Luuk held her hands to his chest but continued to press against her.
‘You must have spoken to Mama about me…that I love women…that what happened to me when I was in my birth country tripped something in me. I look for love…do that still…even now and in all of its ways.’
‘Luuk…Luuk…give me time?’ She met his questioning gaze upon her; saw his eyes drift to the front of her blouse; felt his fingers lift her face before he bent to kiss her again and deeply. ‘This is crazy!’
He gave her no answer.
Instead, she was lifted off the floor like a rag doll; one of his arms across her shoulders and the other under her knees. She had been swept of her feet; her protestations silenced by his kisses as he shuffled slowly down the landing to where the evening sunshine beamed through an open door.
‘Is that your bedroom…tell me…is it?’
She nodded against his lips; felt his breath on her breastbone and shivered. ‘You’re crazy to want me!’
‘I’ve been razy not to have asked this of you before…’
Eva was cast down on the bed and she watched as Luuk tore away his T-shirt and ripped loose his belt; jerked undone the button of his jeans. She gloried in his toned physique; his short time in the Netherlands’ Army having wrought its effect upon him.
‘Together, then…together in this!’
Eva shifted off the bed and hastily unfastened her blouse buttons; felt his hands on her waist before she could unfasten her jeans; felt him do so and kneel; felt his breaths on her belly and thighs as Luuk undressed her; tore down her panties and had her step out of them. Anna had warned her of his unpredictability; Luuk’s wanton behaviour with other girls…some women in her circle of friends; all of them flattered and seduced by him when he was still a student in Utrecht; his absences over long weekends; for him then to return to the family home and to her and Frank; his effusive apologies and lapse into days of abstinence before someone claimed his attention and the roller coaster ride began all over again. Sex had become like drug.
Luuk took one of her hands and placed it on the swell in his briefs. Eva gasped on looking down; was made to slip it under the waistband and to find him.
‘You wonder…you wonder,’ he groaned as his fingers unhooked her bra and Eva’s breasts tumbled free. His fingers brushed over her freckled skin, touched it as they wandered down to claim her; brush her cleft and tug on the spiral of hair to be found there.
‘You’ll break me,’ she groaned as he made her turn. He wanted to caress and kiss her; to finger her body and for her to know of all that he would bring. ‘Cover yourself…put on a condom! I’m taking no risks…not even with you!’
‘It’s as well I think of everything…’
She heard the sarcasm in his tone and followed him to where his discarded jeans lay; offered sliding caresses to his body as he bent down; slid her fingers over him until she pressed her finger nails into the base of his spine; saw the muscles in his buttocks tense and felt him jerk free of these touches upon him.
‘I’ll do it,’ she said as trembling fingers smoothed the condom over his straining prick. ‘No accidents…no restraint…not now.’
She heard Luuk gasp as her hands clenched on his length and sac and to pull him towards the bed. She felt the flush of moisture, where she ached for Luuk to be, as she brought him on.
‘On the bed…lie back on the bed,’ he commanded, pushing her down with his strong hands on her shoulders. He bent over her body and looked into Eva’s eyes, smiling, before he offered hungering kisses upon her; slid his fingers over her belly and stopped.
‘A belly button jewel…’ he murmured, Eva’s hand stilling him in his gentle tug on it; actions that had her buck her hips as they sent shock waves coursing through her. His fingers drifted lower; his tongue and breaths on her; his tongue then claiming her.
‘Now I’m going to taste you…’
‘Just do it!’ she cried out as his strong hands gripped her ankles and coaxed her to spread her legs; trembled as they slid up over hier fleshy thighs and Luuk bent down to suck and probe; to taste her. ‘No one will ever know, Luuk…do it for me!’
They were on her bed and had all the time in the world to explore and enjoy each other.
‘Now?’ he asked on a wicked grin.
Eva tugged on his hair then clutched fistfuls of her bedsheet as his fingers and flickering tongue claimed her. Luuk started slow. He teased her mercilessly, circling his tongue round and round her pulsing haven. His movements felt precise and practiced, like the mesmerising brushes of a feather. As Eva’s body relaxed, he impulsively flicked the hood of her clitoris. The contact was brief but electrifying. A moan passed her lips, yet Luuk maintained the same slow and steady rhythm; sought the pulsing throb of pleasure and spending rise and subside in her.
Luuk felt her legs begin to quiver.
His tongue movements increased in tempo; deepened in their probing and flickering touches.
Eva moaned louder over and over again. ‘Oh…oh Luuk! I can’t hold it back! Oh Luuk…this…this is crazy!’
Eva’s climax was swift, certain, and intense. Her body became stilled for a moment only, then she was gasping for air; her mouth opening in a silent scream. Luuk met her gaze with a big smile.
‘Okay?’
‘You know what you’re doing to me!’ she cried out and pulled on his hair to kiss him; to have her hands claim him and to make Luuk relent in his ways upon her. ‘Don’t you want me to…?’
He saw her eyes widen as Eva again saw all that he would bring to her. ‘We share in everything, but I wanted you to be ready for me…’
Eva nodded dumbly, every defence breached so easily. Anna had told her some of the story; had spoken of what her adopted son had been blessed with. On anyone else his frigid member would have been thought a disfigurement. But on Luuk’s toned, and strong physique, his stature, it seemed to define him and his wayward character, his arrogance and boundless confidence.
‘Let me show you how it can be…’ he soothed and knelt before her, offering caresses but she pushed his hands away; moved so that Luuk was obliged to lie down. She knelt beside him; allowed his fingers to claim her, or a hand to cup her breasts; to offer languid caresses as she took him in her mouth.
She had seen some well-hung men in her time as a nurse; had even been claimed by two, one of them a coloured guy when on a vacation in exotic climes, but with Luuk she feared having him inside her.
‘You wonder…you’re a wonder to see…to touch…to suck and kiss and lick.’ She did all of these things and Luuk groaned; lifted his hips from the bed to meet her insistent claims upon him; writhed as she offered sliding kisses to his length and passed her tongue tip over his prick’s swollen head, squeezing rhythmically on his sac. ‘I’ve really met you…’
‘You can do anything you want…just don’t stop!’ he gasped as his hands found the tumble of her breasts and she paused, lent over him and allowed Luuk to claim them. ‘Oh, Eva…Eva! He gasped. ‘I’ve wondered how it would be with you…I’ve done that for so long!’
‘Yes, it has been a long time…also for me,’ she purred.
‘I haven’t had a woman in nearly a week.’ He slowed Eva in her attentions upon him; guided her to where he wanted her sucks and kisses to be. He felt her hair on his skin as she grazed upon him certainly and uninhibitedly.
For Eva, her longest spell of abstinence had endured for over a year; her work, and Anna’s illness and last days, denying her any such distraction or relief.
‘You…you wonder!’ was all she said on sitting back on her heels and looking down at him. Nothing Anna had said could prepare her for what Luuk brought; his length and girth; the tracery of veins along his trembling and straining flesh; the absence of any embarrassment as she looked down at it then into his eyes. She bent to kiss him. Her claims deepened.
‘Love me…love me,’ she kissed on smoothing an oversized condom over him once more.
‘You start…please your house guest,’ he teased but he saw her eyes narrow and her touches ease from him. ‘Do that for me, please? I love looking at you…’
‘At the older woman you’ve seduced…by your words and ways…by taking me out on that motorbike…and making me feel alive again.’
‘I’m sorry….’ he whispered. ‘I get lost in the moment…think only of myself.’
‘I’ll teach you to love…’
Eva knew Luuk was playing her like a virtuoso. She knew well that no one had seduced her into sharing in the acts she had performed thus far and so quickly. Anna’s boy had directed everything from the moment they had arrived at her home the day after Ana’s funeral.
She didn’t care. Luuk was different and perfectly made. His ways arousing and she didn’t care to wonder how long he would be staying with her, supposedly living in the holiday apartment.
She pushed Luuk back on the bed and straddled him; sat on his hips and grasped his straining, glistening penis and guided it to her wet folds. His bravado had left him; she sensually moved her opening over his penis tip with tantalising movements that were a caress; a teasing prelude that had him mutter out his longing as she worked him; leant forward to kiss him and feel his hands cares her breasts; clamps on them slowly.
Luuk’s deepening breaths quickened; his hands gripped her buttocks as he held her over him. ‘Take it easy, lady…I’ll hold you steady.’
Eva’s thigh muscles relaxed as his strong forearms supported her weight. Luuk literally had her in the palms of his hands; pushed and guided her; did not take advantage of her softly spoken vulnerability. Slowly and gently, he lowered her onto him; had Eva adjust her position while in his grasp; his body moving under her in his ways of offering caresses and inflaming her.
‘Fill me!’ she gasped as he entered and paused.
‘Brace yourself, I’m going to find you in places that have never been touched before. Just enjoy the ride.’
Eva pinched his chest and laughed softly, wonderingly at his arrogant words. There was assurance in his voice that ran like a deep vein in his nature. Luuk wasn’t boasting but stating a fact.
She knew that she could not take him to her, simply wrap his length in her body. He had already stretched her, and she breathed slowly; focused on rhythmically clamping and easing on him as she took him deeper.
‘Hm…hm!’ she gasped. Eva flung her head back and began to shudder. Luuk felt her thighs spasm. That’s when he knew she that she was about to have her first orgasm; her mind racing ahead of where her body had reached. He kept her moving on him in a sinuous to-and-fro of her hips and side-to-side. ‘First your tongue…now this!’
She leant forward, shivering, her fingers spread over his chest and had no time to recover before Luuk drew her down on him still further, his hold upon her hips, and Eva’s resumption of her wayward movements, finally bringing him so deep that she whimpered; gasped out her breaths as she moved on him; set her pace as his length and girth stretched her; his hands on her hips or arms often sliding to draw her to him and to share in snorted kisses, only for her to tear her mouth away.
‘You’ll break me…you wondrous boy…break me in your loving of me.’
Luuk groaned as she wrapped his shaft and tamped on him; understood from others that he would hurt them the first time; that what he brought to them would stretch and take them to a place where they could truly share in the act.
‘I’m…I’m there…aren’t I?’ he gasped as Eva began a tamping rhythm that revealed that her fears had turned to pleasure, then ecstasy. She gasped for breath; threw her head from side to side and he was mesmerized by the jigging sway and tumble of her breasts.
‘You wonder…wonder!’ she cried out oblivious to the fierce clamp of his hands to her hips, her breasts, her thighs. ‘I can’t…I can’t take any more of you!’
Nothing and no one else existed for her but him, her young lover. She bent to kiss him, did so out of choice as her movements slowed. She was indulging in him and satisfying his wild, primal, and unquenchable desire for a woman’s body. Anna had told her of this dawning realisation in her; of her boy’s continuing search for comfort, on his terms, for what had befallen him; what he had grasped as a young boy when he had been taken into care; his birth parents abandoning him. There had to be someone, somewhere, who could help him?
‘Finish it, Luuk darling…please…finish it?’ she cried out. Her body felt on fire; she felt as if he would break her.
She felt weak; believed the handsome young stud claiming her would seek to make love to her all night if she allowed it; if she could take him; if she had the energy to do so.
With an upward thrust of the hips, Luuk drove himself all the way into her body. He withdrew than pulled her down on him once more; repeated the process until a merciless rhythm was set; the bed slamming against the wall.
‘Oh…oh fuck! I can’t stop it…not that one too!’ she cried out as she felt her whole body consumed by a raging heat of lust and depravity. ‘Do what you want with me…have to do with me!’
Eva lost all sense of time and place.
All she could do was scream; to do that out of fear; cry out in her joy; in her wild exhilaration and, finally, gratitude for him ending her drought; to have done so in these mesmerising and draining ways.
Shew as pushed off him and she gasped; widened her eyes in dismay; felt him push her legs apart and up to her waist and he took her; entered her body with a feral look in his eyes and a passion that had her writhing in pleasure. He plumbed her and there was nothing she could do. Her legs brushed his bucking hips; she lifted her body and felt him tense; called out in dismay as she felt him jerk and plunge; felt the beat of his orgasm burst deep within her; his body shuddering violently as he kept slamming into her.
‘At last…at last!’ she cried out, finally, as she felt him slowly collapse upon her, his breaths on her skin; his lips claiming her nipples in sucking clamping caresses.
‘Yes, at last…at last I have you,’ he breathed hotly, shivering and twitching as all that remained of his lust was expelled into her. She pulled on his hair and met Luuk’s soft smile. ‘Yes, I hungered for you…’
Eva drew him down to her breasts and felt him nestle against her like a child. She felt touched and dismayed by his actions; brushed her fingers lazily over his skin and felt his breaths ease until she sensed that he had fallen asleep.
She knew already that to see him leave her at the end of his leave would test her to breaking point; take her to a place that her work would be no answer to.