They have each lost so much, people they loved and counted on. Luuk is an adopted son of her late sister Ineke. He was once a young child taken from a Romanian orphanage but who has grown up to be a self-confident, even arrogant young man with distinctive good looks and an ego that has brought him into trouble over the years, and much to the dismay of her sister. She is not his guardian, but they have grown close, disconcertingly so for her and given his feckless reputation where it concerns women.
Luuk has been lodging with her. He lived in a small apartment that she had fashioned over the garage. It is set at the end of her driveway, and she can look out on it, and her large garden, from her bedroom window. The one-bedroom apartment is holiday accommodation even through the colder months of the year, the attraction for visitors being the long stretch of beach and the dunes not so far away. He comes and goes as he pleases over the days of his compassionate leave.
It is early evening when she hears the muted roar of his motorcycle’s engine. The terrace is still warmed by the sun as the shadows lengthen across her garden, her favoured soft fruit bushes and apple trees are already in shade.
Eva sees him turn and she waves. Luuk offers a quick response, engrossed as he is with putting the machine on its stand. She fights the urge to go to him. Their exchanges of earlier in the day have been a wearisome preoccupation for her while she was at work. Crazy as it would seem, to others who knew her, it affected her mood.
‘Shall we go out?’ she hears him suggest before Luuk closes the space between them. ‘You look too good…all dressed up…to stay in!’
His flattering words come easy to him. His eyes are seen to take in what she is wearing. She has tied back her greying blonde hair, that brushes her shoulders, and it is now hidden by a straw hat, her body clothed in a beautiful, berry coloured, sleeveless sun dress with a trailing floral print. She loved it on seeing the garment on sale in a beachwear boutique nearby, the pattern gradually thinning at her hips. The round neckline, and how the dress is gathered under her breasts, are a treat for him to behold.
‘No, I dressed for an evening in and with you,’ she confesses, a hand on his chest that he takes and kisses. ‘Has your day helped you?’
‘Yes, although I wondered what effect I had on you in saying what I did.’
‘It made me think of everything that has happened between us…before I brought you here and ever since.’ Eva retraced her steps and turned to see if he would follow her. ‘Supper’s already been prepared so you can tell me what you’ve done over your day…if you like?’
‘Eva, listen?’ he said in a voice that she knew would bring her news that she did not want to hear. ‘I’ve spent some of the day talking and deciding…’
‘You’re leaving me…aren’t you?’ she blurted out.
‘I spoke to my training officer….’
‘And your compassionate leave can be cut short?’
‘Yes, if that is what I decide on…’
‘Did I drive you to it…what I said only a few hours ago?’ Somehow, she’s smiling through the feelings that grip her, that she will soon face the certainty of being alone again and with no one of her ‘family’ to talk to, now that Ineke’s gone. ‘At least we’ve had time to settle things for Ineke…what you stand to inherit.’
He follows her into the house. ‘I’m not interested in any of that…not just now.’ His way of speaking out has changed. Luuk’s no longer speaking in his customary authoritative and inconsiderate ways. He sees Eva’s lips tremble and draws her to him. ‘I’ve broken into your settled life here…and I need to go…or think I should go, before it’s too late. I rode and rode over the roads but couldn’t clear it away…how you’ve taken a hold in me.’
She was stunned to hear him confess to it; to hear him acknowledge that, despite their differences, the unlikeliest of unions, a bond, had been formed that could not be fully explained. She had seen, or heard of, it in her work, the patient and the healer becoming involved with each other. How she felt now, on seeing him and behaving in the way that she did, perverted that bond. She had become the lustful healer and someone not afraid to speak her mind. She would not be cowed into silence by convention or what others thought was correct behaviour. For once, just once, her emotions would hold sway.
‘As you have done, taken a hold in me. Don’t forget that…’ she whispered, tilting her head as Luuk leant in to press his lips to her mouth. She soon clutched fistfuls of his shirt as they kissed. How her ordered world had been turned over by the young man who sought to claim her once more. ‘Supper can wait, can’t it?’
‘Yes, I turn the page soon,’ Eva felt him laugh as she meets, and returns, his kisses. Her lips part and her tongue meets his. They touch and swirl, their touches and embrace on each other arousing once more the aching gnaw of longing for each other.
‘Upstairs…take me upstairs…now, please?’ she gasps on breaking free of his hold upon her. She has felt his hard prick against her belly, through the thin fabric of her dress, his hands slowly and rhythmically clamping her buttocks to keep her in contact with him. ‘I don’t want to think about it, any of it…not yet.’
‘I know, Eva…you lovely woman, but…’
They are at the foot of the stairs. He feels her move her hands up and to clamp on his neck as Eva pulls him tight against her and raises one leg about his waist. He strokes her skin as Eva waits for him to bear her weight before she is lifted against him, his hand clamping on her thighs, then her buttocks. Luuk buries his face against her breasts, moves from one to the other to press his lips to her hard nipples that he can feel through the fabric. She clings to him fiercely.
‘Over and over…we do it over and over,’ she gasps as he carries her upstairs, their kisses deep and searching. He does not relent, Luuk’s lips clamping her breasts and he plays with them; tugs and eases away, rhythmically. All the while his fingers have pressed against her, pushed away her panties and claimed her wet folds. She gasps through their hot kisses and rises and falls on his fingers. ‘How you make me want you…to forget everything!’
‘We both want that and like this..’
Luuk pushes her down on the edge of the bed and slides his hands over Eva’s thighs, offering kisses to her skin and she lifts her hips as his strong hands offer caresses as her panties are drown over her legs and he looks down at her glistening pink lips.
‘See what your touches are doing to me?’
He touches her slowly before he bends to lick and kiss her in his questing claims. She lifts her legs and holds them at her ankles. She is open to him, brazen and compliant. She sees the lusting and admiring look in his eyes. It will be fast and furious and on his terms.
She lies there, exposed to his gaze and she knows that the emptiness that she feels will soon be ended. She reaches for him as his penis springs free of his briefs, his shirt and chinos already shrugged off. Luuk bends over her and buries his face to her as his lips and flickering, probing, tongue reclaim her.
‘You’re ready…’ he murmurs, leaning over her and feeling Eva’s hands claim his straining prick and press it to her wet folds.
‘Yes! Come to me…find me as only you can!’ she cries out, her hands pushing into the bed and Luuk follows. He pushes her legs apart once more and settles between them. She feels weak on seeing his state of arousal; shudders as he presses the tip of his penis to her opening and slowly settles. She feels him enter and she encircles his waist with her legs; brushed them over his hips as she bucks to meet his claims. She ignores the pain as he stretches her; their breaths hot as they share in these preliminaries.
She moans; her breaths catch in her throat as he penetrates deeper and opens her body to him and she feels her control over him lessen and she pants; sucks in air as Luuk fills her.
‘I want you…I want you!’ he gasps in his unrelenting efforts to claim and subdue her responses. Luuk wants to take her, she now realizes and do so on his terms..
‘I know…and…and I want it all from you!’ she cries out as his hands clamp on her breasts; the fabric of her dress feels harsh against her enervated skin. She no longer feels empty and has taken him as never before; her body’s not her own as she feels her orgasm approach.
‘Yes…go on like that!’ he gasps, tearing his mouth away from her kisses and succumbing to the excruciating pleasure of her claims. Eva’s bucking her hips and clamps on his length with all of her remaining energy, her body wracked by her climax…then another until she feels his plunging length will break her.
‘I’m yours…yours…while you’re here with me!’
Her hands clamp his sweaty back and she hears his hot breaths catch in his throat; a final gasp before he is stilled…then…then the tingling, spurting gushes of release.
‘Look what you’ve done to me!’ she cried out, her movements under him unrelenting; her wantonness beyond what he had shared with her thus far; his punishing thrusts welcomed with clamping hands to his hips and the sinuous buck of her hips and the squeeze of her muscles on his engorged prick.
‘Eva!’ he cries out as she yanks him down into her and fiercely keeps him buried in her body; her arms and legs about him like a vise. ‘I’ve found the passionate woman that you really are! You wonder…you wonder!’
‘Yes…it’s as you wanted with me, Luuk…as you wanted.’
He pushes up from the bed and looks into her lust-filled eyes. ‘And you?’
‘Yes…I wanted that too.’
She shuddered as he withdrew. It would not end, what they had found; not yet. She undressed for him; stood on the bed as she did that. She saw his continued state of arousal and knew that she would be claimed and that she would love with him until the end of the night and for as long as he was with her.
Neither of them would be able to distinguish between the lover and the loved. What they took from their liaisons would inform and determine their futures. Nothing was certain and Eva wondered but what had been shared might keep Luuk with her for some days yet. It might also persuade him to return to her and her bed. Luuk had become her engaging, rampant, lover. The boy grown man, that her sorely missed sister had adopted, was now her lover. He was a young man whose excesses she had sought to tame and, in doing so, bring about a change in her life and circumstances.
She had reached that conclusion while Luuk was away.
‘I’ve met someone else in you,’ he murmured.
Luuk softly kissed her eyes, her cheeks, her throat, then Eva’s shoulders before he moved to the tumble of her wonderfully firm and rounded breasts. He saw the marks that he had made upon them earlier, during the tumult of their first times together. His lips brushed over them gently, now, and he felt Eva guide him in his renewed claims upon her.
‘As I have met someone new, so help me with this, with all that’s happening,’ she asked, looking at him and unable to stop the trembling of her lips. She was dismayed by the suddenness of her involvement with him and gave voice more to her hopes than expectations of the future. ‘Make it last, all of it!’
Luuk pulled her down beside him. ‘I’ll never be far away from you…be it in mind or body.’
‘I want to believe in that, I really do.’
Eva accepted that her life would never be the same again. The reasons for the changes would be difficult to explain to those she knew. Social norms decreed that it would be so, but she no longer cared for them. Just as Ineke and Frank had done, she had taken in someone who needed mending and together they would be living on.
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