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All I Want Is You

By: janiexx



(I would like to say a very special thank you to longonenow2004 for his wonderful feedback and encouragement).

The art gallery was tucked away down a bumpy track and I winced as the wheels of my hire car hit yet another pot-hole, the suspension groaning in complaint. Idly wondering whether I was covered for intentional damage, I eventually pulled up next to the sleekest black Audi I had ever seen, my little Ford appearing small and scruffy in comparison.

The art gallery in the countryside of northern Mallorca had been recommended by a friend and I was on the look-out for a painting or sculpture to take home. My job as a wine journalist meant I was staying on the island for two months to write about the great wines emerging from some of the vineyards and I had rented a tiny villa in the north of the island for peace and quiet.

But staying on the island had another advantage because my 20 year marriage was at an end and it was only the thought of being somewhere so beautiful and peaceful that had kept me from dropping into the depths of despair. My house was being sold and my husband had found someone else to love. Perhaps it was time for me to do the same.

Locking the car I made my way out of the intense midday heat and into the cool of the art gallery. The walls inside were white and showed off the paintings to full effect, most of which were local scenes, full of colour and light, the rugged mountains and cliffs of the region accurately depicted in watercolour and oils.

Wandering around and admiring the artwork, I didn't see the man enter the room and stand close to me as I gazed at a view of the Tramuntana mountains. 

"Beautiful, aren't they?" he murmured as I jumped in surprise. His voice was deep and smooth with an English accent and I turned to face him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you jump. This is my favourite painting. We seem to share the same taste."

I nodded in agreement as I smelt the faint tang of his aftershave, his presence next to me making my heart beat a little faster. "I love the colours," I replied, almost kicking myself for not being able to find anything more interesting to say.

"This is a local artist, a friend of mine. She lives for her work and she's very passionate."

"I can see that. She has a lot of talent."

"Oh yes, the passion she has is clear and she normally shows in Palma, but as a gesture of friendship..." he tailed off and looked at me intently. 

He was taller than me with dark brown eyes and I felt myself melt. His short dark hair was the colour of chocolate and I suddenly had an insane desire to run my fingers through it. How long had it been since I felt like that about another man?

We stared at each other and I could feel that old familiar desire stir within me. "Er, how much is the painting?" I asked trying to dispel the feeling that surrounded us.

He laughed and took my arm. "Let's have a look at a few more shall we? I hate talking about money!"

We moved to the far side of the room where a small oil painting hung, the colours highlighted by the spotlamps shining from above. "This is a painting of Valldemossa, where George Sand and her lover the musician Chopin stayed. Do you know the story?"

I nodded, my eyes taking in the beautiful colours and the intense light. "It's great there, I love it, but it can be a hell of a place at this time of year. Tourists everywhere. But in the evening when they've all gone, the village takes on another persona and returns to how it should be."

"I'm looking for a painting for my new house," I murmured, wondering if I could tell this man what was happening in my life. "New house, new beginning."

"Well maybe I can help you find what you are looking for. My name is Mark by the way. I own this place."

I looked back at the painting and smiled. "I love everything here, you're so lucky to have this."

Mark laughed again but I could sense a bitterness behind his smile. "Funnily enough, it was started by my wife. It was her idea and we used to live in the villa next door. But sadly she found other interests and I now run it with the help of my brother. I have another business in Palma which keeps me busy. Glad I was here today though!"

I blushed at his words and moved away to examine a stone sculpture of a man and woman entwined, their mouths meeting in a kiss. I thought back to my own marriage, how happy we had been, but that happiness now replaced with spite and mistrust.

The sadness on my face must have showed as Mark came over and picked up the sculpture. "You've got good taste. Will you tell me your name?"

I smiled. "Of course! I'm Jane, but friends call me Janie."

Mark laughed and I could feel myself relax as the warmth and humour was reflected in his eyes. "Well, Jane, let's hope one day I can call you Janie. What do you think? Perhaps I can take you to lunch as a thank you for visiting me today?"

I hesitated. A week had gone by already and I had not written a single word on wine. After my visit to the art gallery I had decided to drive to the town of Binissalem to try and arrange a vineyard tour. The deadline for my article was getting closer and now I was on my own, I needed every penny I could earn.

"I see you're not sure, but don't worry. I know an excellent restaurant nearby. We can take our own cars so you won't be alone with me."

I smiled. "I'm not worried about being alone with you!. It's just that I have work to do and I should really be doing that."

"Ah Jane, everything here stops soon and only the restaurants will be open. It's siesta time and perfect for a long lunch somewhere cool, where the food is delicious."

The thought was so tempting. I felt such a strong attraction for this man and a long lunch was perfect for getting to know him better. I could feel the attraction between us immediately and felt I deserved some relaxation after months of bitter turmoil.

"Ok," I said, smiling up at him as he grinned at me. "But you must let me pay my way."

"Oh no way!. This is my treat. Here in Mallorca we treat our women correctly and I wouldn't dream of making you pay for lunch."

After Mark locked the gallery, I followed him in his Audi back along the rutted track and out onto the main road. I was glad I had dressed for the heat of the Mallorcan July by choosing a short dress that fitted my curvy figue to perfection and strappy sandals that showed off feet just beginning to turn brown.

I had noticed Mark glancing at my legs as I got into my car and again felt that familiar stirring as I imagined making love to him, his strong brown hands stroking my full breasts and exploring my damp pussy which had been neglected for longer than I could remember.

Now, following him along the road I could see him glance into his rear-view mirror and I shivered with anticipation. Where would this lead?

The restaurant Mark had chosen was small and had views over the mountains. Tables and chairs shaded by umbrellas surrounded a small fountain which gave out a soothing sound while soft music played in the background. As we settled into our seats I glanced at him again. Probably late-forties with a smattering of grey in that dark brown hair, his face was one of intelligence and warmth. Dressed casually in jeans and a tee-shirt he certainly didn't look like a gallery owner and I I wondered what had happened between him and his wife. Had he taken a lover since the break-up of his marriage? Would this carefree lunch end in more heartache for me? I already knew that I wanted more of the man sitting opposite me and most of all I wanted us to make love, wanted to feel him inside me and crying out my name as we came together.

"What are you thinking, Jane?" he asked as he took the menu from a waiter. "You have such a wistful look on your face."

I blushed and looked down at the menu. "Oh nothing," I stammered, feeling foolish. He was probably only taking me out to lunch so I would buy an expensive painting and the thought made me cringe inside. Had he done this before with other potential customers?

The waiter appeared again and placed a small bowl of stuffed olives on the table accompanied by a creamy mayonnaise dip and crusty bread. A glass of dry white wine also appeared and I smelt the fresh aroma, before taking a sip.

"You look as if you know what you're doing," Mark said raising his glass as well. "What do you do for a living?"

"I'm a wine journalist," I answered and took another sip. "I'm here to write about Mallorca's wines, how they have improved recently. I'm hoping more will be exported."

Mark raised his glass. "This is a Chardonnay, from a vineyard near here. Have you visited? I know the owner well. I don't know a lot about wines but Enrico would be glad to tell you his vines and his family."

The conversation flowed easily between us and I relaxed, enjoying his attention, his eyes looking deep into mine. It had been so long since I felt this with another man as I had married my husband at 18 and had been a virgin. Although nervous of being single again I looked forward to experiencing sex with another man and Mark looked every inch the experienced and thoughtful lover I so badly needed.

"Here, Jane, try one of these." Mark picked up a plump juicy olive and held it out to me. "Taste how delicious it is." I opened my mouth and he placed it inside in such an erotic gesture that I felt my insides twist in desire. The longing was getting worse now and I couldn't believe how strongly I felt for this man who I had just met.

"Mmmmm, that's delicious." I murmured as Mark picked up another and held it to my lips. 

"You like me feeding you, Jane?" he asked softly and I nodded, my imagination running riot as I thought about how he would taste, how his cock would feel in my mouth, and how his lips would feel as they explored my pussy.

"You have that look again. What are you thinking?"

"It's nothing, Mark. I'm just hungry, that's all."

"Jane, we're eating together. I'm feeding you! I feel as if I know you so well except we've just met. This is strange for me as well, do you believe that?"

I looked up at him and saw his vulnerability too. "What happened between you and your wife?"

"She met someone else. Someone who wasn't as busy as me. I work too many hours, Jane. It's the way I am. But what about you?"

I told Mark about my marriage, how we had grown apart, two people living parallel lives and how my husband had re-discovered an old girlfriend who had made him feel young again.

"I'm sorry, Jane. You deserve more than that."

I felt tears spring to my eyes as I remembered the way my husband used to look at me when we were first married. What had happened to the people we once were?

"Let's not think of that now, hey?" Mark laughed and held out another olive. "I love the look on your face when I do this. Why do I get the feeling you're enjoying it!"

I was stopped from replying by the arrival of a young female waitress who took our order. As it was a typical Mallorquin restaurant, we both ordered the house speciality which Mark recommended and I suddenly realised how hungry I was. 

The food was delicious and time seemed to pass so quickly as we chatted about Mark's life in Mallorca, how he still missed the UK and my career in wine. As the afternoon stretched on we were soon the only couple left in the restaurant. It was obvious there was an attraction between us and I wondered where it would lead.

"Jane, I need to see you again tonight. Can I invite you to my house? I'd like you to see my cellar and perhaps you can try some of the wines I have. What do you think?"

I nodded in agreement and Mark arranged to pick me up at my villa. I felt a shiver of desire run through me as we walked back to our cars, the afternoon sun now a burning circle of white hot light in the blue sky.

As I stood by my car, he pulled me close and kissed me on the lips. I tasted the faint tang of the coffee he had drunk and responded to his touch. The kiss turned more erotic as I opened my mouth and felt his tongue probe mine. I could feel his hard warm body pressed next to me and his unmistakable erection as we kissed, neither of us wanting to move away first.

"Oh Jane," he groaned eventually. "Tonight's going to be fun don't you think?"

I nodded and with one small kiss on my lips he had gone, the Audi roaring away in the quiet of the afternoon.

I made my way slowly back to my villa, feeling drowsy after the glass of wine and the fierce heat of the afternoon.

Stripping off my dress I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom and examined my body critically. Long dark hair framed an attractive face and I had been told several times I looked younger than my 38 years. My dark brown eyes were my best feature and I always emphasised them carefully with make-up, knowing just how expressive they could be. 

Glancing down at my full breasts contained by a pink lacy bra, I slowly unclipped it and watched as they fell out, my nipples dark and large against my creamy skin. I stroked my breasts, imagining Mark doing it to me and swiftly removed my panties. Deciding I would shave and trim my pussy, I lay down on the bed and stroked my breasts again. The lunch with Mark had made me unbearably horny and I just had to satisfy myself. 

My nipples were standing erect now as I closed my eyes and thought back to the lunch. How Mark had looked at me as we ate, how he had raised the glass of wine to my lips and made me drink. It was foreplay without a doubt and I knew that tonight we would be so good together.

I played with my breasts with one hand while with the other I reached down and stroked my wet pussy. My vagina ached so much and I needed to have something inside me so I opened the small bedside cabinet where I stored my vibrator, turning it on and gently touching my pussy lips with it. The feeling was electrifying and I moaned out loud in the silence of the villa as I teased myself with it, parting my lips with one hand and letting it pulsate against my clitoris. All the time I imagined Mark watching me and maybe stroking his cock as he did so.

By now I was drenched and I plunged the vibrator into my vagina and opened my legs wide. Turning up the intensity I thrust it in and out, one hand rubbing my clit rhythmically as I neared an orgasm that had been building since midday.

When the climax came, I cried out long and loud, glad that the villa was isolated with no close neighbours. My hair was damp and clinging to my forehead and I knew that I needed a shower and a swim followed by a nap. To be able to swim naked was one of my pleasures and I made my way out to the pool area where there was a shower room. The warm sun on my damp skin felt lovely and I relished the feeling of freedom as I stood beneath the gushing water, my view of the mountains uninterrupted, while the cool inviting pool awaited.

*

I awoke in the darkened bedroom and remembered where I was and what was about to happen. After my shower and swim I had read for a while before sleep claimed me. It was now 6pm and Mark was picking me up soon and I so wanted to look good for him. I had never slept with anyone other than my husband and I felt a nervous tingle run down my spine as I imagined what we would be doing in a couple of hours time.

I shaved my pussy carefully and took another long shower, massaging creamy soap into my skin before drying my body and rubbing in a rich moisturiser that smelt wonderful. I dried my hair and left it loose before applying the minimum of makeup, as the sun had warmed my face to a light bronze glow that highlighted the brown of my eyes and my dark lashes.

Picking my underwear carefully, I chose a white satin bra and white lacy panties before dressing in a long white dress that was gypsy in style and very pretty. I hoped Mark would appreciate it.

Pouring myself a glass of wine I sat on the terrace and wrote some notes on my laptop, feeling slightly guilty at spending such an indulgent afternoon. I loved to write and wine was one of my passions and I made myself promise to get on with the work tomorrow and make the trip to the vineyard.

The sound of a powerful engine brought me back to reality and I saved my work and closed my laptop as Mark stepped out of his car. He was freshly showered too and smelt gorgeous as we kissed a welcome.

"You look beautiful," he murmured into my hair as he pulled away and looked at me. "So pretty, Janie." I laughed at the informal use of my name and he grinned. "I thought I would try calling you that and see what you said."

I smiled and he opened the car door. Inside, the leather seats were cool to the touch and soon we were heading towards the range of mountains that formed a backdrop to the coast. The sun was sinking behind them and Mark abruptly turned off the road onto a small track that wound its way up into the hills, an occasional farmhouse blending into the background while sheep grazed the tiny fields.

"I bought this house after I divorced, " Mark told me. "It has no bad memories for me and I've decorated it in my style without any of my wife's influence." 

I could see a large stone-built house in the distance surrounded on three sides by trees, tiny lights just beginning to twinkle in the dusk. I realised as I gazed at the view that I hadn't felt this happy in ages. Mallorca was working its old magic and I knew then that I had made the right decision to come here for a while rather than face the anxiety at home.

Mark slowed the car as he swept through a set of iron gates and onto an immaculately kept driveway bordered by almond trees. A gravelled parking area lay in front of the house which was old with shuttered windows and pale cream woodwork.

"Oh Mark, it's beautiful," I sighed as he came around to open the car door for me. "Does anyone live here with you?"

"My dog Ella and that's it. I like having lots of friends and family to stay."

I followed him into the cool of the house, our steps echoing on the stone floors, the decor very masculine but elegant nonetheless.

"I'll show you the pool first and then the cellars. We can then have something to eat and drink."

Behind the house lay the pool lit by hundreds of tiny lights. A curved terrace followed the lines of the pool and in the distance I could see a long table with chairs under a vine-covered gazebo. Lawns of lush grass stretched into the distance and the mountains seemed to loom over us, their beauty visible in the falling light.

"The cellar is this way," said Mark descending a short flight of stone steps to a lower level where there were a set of curved wooden doors. Taking a key from his pocket he unlocked the doors and led the way inside, flicking a light-switch which suddenly illuminated a huge cellar, rack upon rack of wine lined up against the walls.

"What do you think?"

I stood still and breathed in deeply. The scent of wine lay heavily in the air combined with a woody smell from two huge barrels that lay near the entrance doors. In the middle of the cellar was a large wooden table with a tray of glasses and various corkscrews.

"This is heaven," I breathed looking around again. "It's so beautiful."

Mark moved away from the doors and stood behind me, wrapping both arms around my waist and drawing me closer. He kissed my hair and the back of my neck while I leaned back into him enjoying the warmth of his body and the feel of his erection through the thin cotton material of my dress. Soon, his hands left my waist and I could feel him lean down and lift the hem of my dress, his hands travelling slowly up the length of my legs getting ever closer to my waiting pussy which ached to feel his touch. By now my dress was bunched around my waist and Mark's fingers were gently stroking the cheeks of my bottom through my knickers. It felt so good, his slow rhythmic movements as he massaged my firm skin and I shuddered.


All I Want Is You



"Are you cold, Janie?" he asked and I shook my head. 

"No, that just feels so good, Mark."

Closing my eyes I moaned as Mark moved his hands around to my pussy and pulled my knickers down. I stepped out of them and he swung me around and lifted me easily onto the wooden table. What followed was pure bliss as he spread my legs apart and started to kiss my inner thighs in turn, his head so dark against the creamy softness of my skin. I lay back, the wood warm against my dress and closed my eyes as Mark gently parted my pussy lips with his fingers and bent to lick my clitoris. I could feel his breath against my skin and the feeling was so erotic I cried out. "Oh Mark," I gasped as pure pleasure swept through me. "It's been so long since this has happened. Don't stop"

"You taste beautiful, Janie," Mark murmured as he parted the soft folds of skin and probed my pussy with his tongue. "You're so turned on by this - so wet and sweet. Mmmmmmm!" 

And I was. My one pleasure was oral sex and I loved how he concentrated on every inch of my soft skin, his tongue gently licking my juices that were flowing out of me like a river, and then probing inside, rubbing my clitoris, bringing so much ecstasy. Mark seemed to enjoy it so much too, murmuring words of pleasure as he kissed me and explored my sweet pussy. I could feel faint stubble on my thighs as his head moved from side to side, licking and sucking at me until I felt I could bear it no longer. He was obviously a master at this and it was just what I needed. 

Reaching down I undid the top buttons of my dress and freed my breasts from the satin bra. My nippples were standing erect and I gently stroked them as Mark continued his intimate exploration. He had probed me gently with two fingers and was now thrusting them inside me, his lips still sucking on my clitoris. Being so close to him and with the attraction between us, my arousal was evident by the juices I was producing, all of them lapped up eagerly by my lover. I knew I was about to come at any minute, could feel the orgasm building inside me, layer upon layer of pleasure, and knew it was going to be good. I just hoped that no-one else was around to hear me.

Mark murmured my name as I took his head and held him close to me, the climax exploding as I opened my legs still further to enable his tongue to thrust ever deeper into me. I cried out his name, my mind filled with the pictures of us together and the day we had experienced together.

"Oh God, Janie, that was good! You enjoyed it?"

I sat up feeling dizzy and Mark pulled me tight, kissing me hard on the lips and letting me taste my own desire. Through the open doors I could see the mountains and knew that I would remember this moment forever. Mark helped me down and we stood and kissed deeply again, our tongues entwined. As he stood there with his arms around me I moved away slightly and reached down to unzip his trousers. His cock was straining to be freed and I took it out, stroking it gently along its length as Mark moaned in my ear. Licking my finger I circled the tip and felt his pre-cum cover the head, using it to slide my fingers up and down. Mark looked at me and smiled, taking my breasts in his hand and then bending to kiss them as I continued to massage his swollen penis, squeezing and caressing while Mark licked and sucked at my erect nipples. 

Holding his erect cock felt so good to me, and his pleasure was unmistakable. With his eyes closed he left my breasts and moved to kiss me once more, his tongue probing deeper and deeper as the passion between us grew. I could feel him tense up and then with a moan he erupted into my hand, his cum oozing through my fingers as I brought him to a shuddering climax.

We stood still for several moments, my head on his shoulder as we held each other tightly and I wanted this feeling to last forever, but with a kiss on my lips, Mark held out my panties.

"Do these belong to you madam?"

We both laughed and made our way back up the flight of steps to a terrace by the house, a table set with a bottle of wine, glasses and more olives.

I sat down opposite the view and took a deep breath. I could still feel my juices dampening my knickers and a warm glow had filled me, my pulse now returning to normal after the heights of ecstasy I had just reached.

"This is a wine from Petra, Janie. Here on Mallorca. It is called Aia which I think is a beautiful name."

Mark poured some rich red wine into a glass and I swirled it around, watching the fat legs of alcohol slide down the edges of the glass. I breathed it in deeply and was reminded of ripe red fruit, the aromas exploding in the evening air.

"It smells beautiful," I said, and then took a mouthful, letting the flavours swirl around my mouth as Mark watched me.

"You look so sexy doing that," he said, his eyes dark as they looked deeply into mine. "I always think wine and sex are closely linked? Do you think so too?"

I nodded. "So many words used to describe wine are sexy. Full-bodied, rounded, juicy, smooth..."

"Are you good at your job? Does it make you happy?"

I nodded again. "Yes. I love wine. I love how people taste differently and I love how wine can give so much pleasure."

We chatted easily again and Mark told me about his business, how it had contributed to the break-up of his marriage. As we talked he produced tiny dishes of tapas, occasionally feeding me a slice of tortilla, or a plump olive or spoonful of potato salad.

As we talked the sun disappeared from the sky and all around the tiny lights twinkled in the inky blackness. The night was warm and full of the sounds of cicadas. I felt myself relax as the wine took effect, all thoughts of home and my disastrous marriage receding. I knew by now that I would be staying the night here and I noticed that Mark had barely touched his glass while mine was being constantly re-filled. I decided to slow up or I wouldn't be awake to experience the pleasures that I hoped the night would bring.

"Would you like to see the rest of the house?" Mark asked and led the way through more wooden doors to a huge living room dominated by a large and well-used fireplace. "It's great in here in the winter. So good to light the fire and cuddle up beside it!"

I laughed and Mark showed me the formal dining room where he said he entertained friends and his numerous family. "They come over several times a year and eat me out of house and home!"

"Do you have any children?" I asked.

"No, sadly not. My wife wasn't the type to sacrifice her freedom for children and it is something I will always regret. But what about you?"

I told Mark about my teenage daughter and how she was staying with her father while I was out in Mallorca. "The one good thing to come out of our marriage," I sighed.

"No sadness, tonight, Janie," murmured Mark in my ear as we ascended a long sweeping staircase. "I want you to see where I sleep so you can imagine me there when the time comes for you to return home."

His room was beautiful and dominated by a huge bed, draped in burgundy and cream throws. A bank of windows looked out over the pool area and two cream sofas stood at either ends of the room, plump cushions adding to the colours of the room. Opposite the bed was a large mirror and I had a sudden vision of us entwined on the bed, our bodies sweaty and hot after a night of energetic and satisfying sex.

"You have that look again, Janie," laughed Mark, "and I think I now know what it means!"

Slowly he took me over to the window and stood behind me again. "There is no-one to see us here. I want to undress you and see you naked. Can I do that?"

I nodded as he began to undo the buttons of my dress, kissing my neck at the same time. I felt tremors of pleasure sweep through me as I felt his erection begin to grow and push into the cheeks of my bottom. As my dress fell to the floor, he unclipped my bra, catching my full breasts as they fell out of their confines. Kneading the erect nipples he groaned into my ear as he stroked and squeezed them. I turned around wanting so badly to feel his cock again but this time get him out of his clothes as well. I pulled his shirt over his head and began to undo the belt of his trousers while he put his arms around my waist and drew me closer.

"You can feel me, hey," he groaned as I unzipped his trousers and freed his cock from his pants. Pulling both garments down he stepped out of them and stood naked in front of me, his tanned body lightly covered by dark hairs.

"Touch me, Janie, " he groaned as I knelt and took his swollen cock into my mouth. Mark held my head as I slowly licked and nibbled the head of his penis, my tongue gently exploring the tiny hole at the tip. I looked up at him all the time and he looked straight at me, our eyes never leaving each other's faces, the desire and need clear. He tasted just as I imagined he would and I slowly moved my mouth down over his shaft, stopping every now and again and working my way back up before moving down again. I fondled his balls gently in one hand while with the other I drew him closer to me, my hand moving over his firm bottom. He filled my mouth and I took his cock out and ran my tongue along the length of him, paying special attention to the ridge underneath the head of his penis. He groaned again and I could feel him grow harder as I sucked and nibbled, running the tip of his cock around my lips and tongue, making him wetter and wetter and teasing him by alternately putting him in my mouth and then taking him out again and kissing the soft hair on his balls. 

I could feel him start to come and he groaned out loud as he pressed my head against his cock, his hands tangled in the silky softness of my hair. I sucked hard on him, up and down rhythmically, my hands stroking his balls in time with my mouth and then felt him explode in my mouth, his warm salty cum spilling out of my mouth and down my chin. Some even landed between my breasts and I wiped it off with my fingers, looking at him as I put them in my mouth and licking them.

"Mmmmmmm. You taste so good. Was that OK?"

In answer, Mark pulled me to my feet and hugged me tightly. Leading me to the bed we cuddled up together and he gently removed my panties, revealing my smooth shaven pussy glistening with my juices. He softly stroked my mound, gently probing inside with his fingers while our lips met and our tongues explored each other's mouths. He kissed my hair, my neck and then moved to my breasts and nipples which were standing erect and proud. Taking the left one in his mouth, he licked every inch of the dark brown skin, gently encircling the nipple itself with his tongue. I moaned with pleasure as he began to suck on my nipple, almost as if he were feeding from me. Oh, how erotic it felt to have this man gain such enjoyment from my soft, full breasts! Mark then turned his attention to my right breast and sucked hard on my nipple making me gasp in pleasure. I reached down and stroked his penis which was now rock hard again and I realised how badly I needed to feel him fill me up.

He began to make his way down my body by kissing my stomach and the tops of my thighs and I was glad I had paid so much attention to myself earlier.

I stroked his broad back which he seemed to love as he groaned softly. "I want to feel you inside me," I urged as Mark carried on stroking and teasing my pussy. "I want you to fill me up with your cock."

In answer, Mark knelt up and put his arms around my waist turning me over so he was behind me. I could feel his arousal and pushed back at him as he rubbed the head of his cock repeatedly against my pussy lips, teasing me with his erection and making me want him more and more.

The thought that any minute he would be inside me was more than I could bear and I leaned back and stroked him, ready to guide him into me.

When the phone rang with startling intensity I cried out in surprise and alarm. Muttering under his breath Mark crawled over the bed and snatched up the phone on the table. He spoke swiftly and angrily and then sat down on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands.

"What's the matter?" I asked in desperation as he looked at me in despair.

"Oh Janie, I can't believe this. Something's happened...I can't get out if it. Oh God!"

I looked at him in disbelief and felt like crying. "But it's 10pm! What's happened?"

"A bloody problem that won't go away it seems," he hesitated and looked at me, a sudden look of weary resignation on his face. "Promise me you'll stay? So we can carry on where we left off?"

I looked into his face and saw my despair reflected in his. "Ok, Mark. Of course I'll stay but this house! It's so big! And remote."

"Don't worry, Janie. I'll introduce you to Ella. She'll look after you"

Grabbing his clothes, he hurriedly dressed while I pulled on a robe that he handed me. "Come with me and see."

Following him back down the stairs I saw him enter a room off the massive hallway and heard him speaking softly. Out bounded a huge black dog who started to lick at my hands as I laughed.

"How did you know I love dogs, Mark?"

"Ella this is Janie. You look after her now! She'll keep you company until I get back. Have some more wine and relax. There are a lot of books in the living room but please don't go."

I went to him and put my arms around him. The tired look on his face returned and I kissed his lips, still tasting my juices on him, my only thought of how I could help him. "I won't go, I promise. I'll wait for you."

He kissed me one more time and then he was gone, his powerful car roaring down the drive until I could hear it no more.

Chapter 2 to follow...



All I Want Is You Ch. 02



After Mark had left I wandered around his villa trying to suppress my suspicions and the intense longing that had been so abruptly ended. Why had he gone so suddenly? And what was so important that made him leave me?

Trying to get to know him a bit more I studied the books in the living room, most of them works on art, paintings and sculpture. There were several fiction books amongst them and I could picture him in the winter reading by the huge log fire. Ella followed me about the house, an inquisitive look on her face, probably wondering what this strange woman was doing wandering around, but providing welcome comfort as she sat at my feet.

As it neared midnight I decided to go to bed and sleep. It was obvious that whatever was keeping Mark was important and as I had only just met him, his problems weren't anything to do wth me. I would just have to trust him and hope that he would return soon. Ella followed me back up the stairs and settled down by the bed, heaving a heavy sigh in sympathy with me. I gazed out of the windows for a short while after taking my robe off and thought back to a couple of hours ago when I had knelt here and given Mark such pleasure. I shivered as I remembered the look of desire on his face and hoped that when we finally made love it would be just as good if not better.

The villa was so quiet, only the sound of Ella's quiet breathing could be heard and I lay down on the bed and pulled a thin sheet over me. It was a warm night and I loved the feel of the cotton against my skin. Turning over I pressed my body against the bed and buried my face in the pillows, trying to conjure up Mark's face and trying to catch the scent of him to help me get to sleep.

I must have fallen asleep quite quickly and I remember dreaming of my husband and seeing his back turned on me as he disappeared into the distance, tears streaming down my face. Waking with a start I looked at the bedside clock and saw it was 2am. Where on earth was Mark? 

Imagining all sorts of things I left the bed and made my way downstairs in search of some water. The wine and tapas had given me a terrible thirst and I was too worried and restless to think about going back to bed again. Moonlight streamed in through the windows of the huge kitchen and I almost screamed out when I saw the figure of a man leaning over the stone balcony on the garden terrace gazing at the view.

As my eyes adjusted to the gloom I realised it was Mark and I hesitated. Did he want to be alone or should I go to him? As I thought this through he turned and saw me and made his way to the French doors that led from the kitchen onto the terrace. I unlocked them and Mark fell into my arms and held me tightly, not saying a word.

I stood with him for a few minutes and then I pulled away and looked at him. "What's happened? Can you tell me?"

Mark just looked at me and the despair on his face was frightening. "Do you remember I told you about the woman who painted the scene of Valldemossa?"

I nodded. It seemed like ages ago since we were standing in the art gallery, but the beautiful painting was still vivid in my mind.

"She tried to take her own life tonight."

I stared at Mark in shock, his words echoing around the kitchen as we both took in what he had said. "When her son called me he wouldn't tell me what had happened as he was afraid I would drive too fast to get to her and have an accident. She can sometimes be a bit dramatic which is why I was angry."

"But why? What made her do it?"

"A new lover. She is such a passionate person and lives life at a hundred miles an hour...drives like it too..." Mark briefly smiled as if remembering something but then sat down heavily onto a nearby chair, his head in his hands in a gesture of despair I was getting to know well.

"She's in hospital in Palma, conscious but very ill. Luckily her son found her when she didn't turn up for a meal at his house. Oh God! What a mess!"

I stood and stared at him, remembering how happy he had been earlier and wondering what sort of hold this woman had over him.

"Are you lovers as well?" I asked gently. 

"We were, a long time ago, before either of us were married, but she seemed happy until just lately. She met this man in Ibiza and they hit it off so well, but he was a lot younger than her."

I went to him and stroked his hair, not knowing if I could do anything to help, other than just listen. 

"I need a drink, Janie. How about you?"

I nodded and Mark made his way into the living room where he poured out two generous measures of Scotch. Drinking his in one go he poured another, looked at me and grimaced. "Not the sort of night I had planned, hey?"

"No, but when a friend needs you, what else can you do?"

"I can't believe she tried to kill herself. What a stupid thing to do."

He took another gulp and threw himself onto the sofa, his face set with worry and disbelief. "I mean what is that going to achieve? What a waste of a life."

I went over and sat next to him, sensing the tension that surrounded him. "Is she going to be OK?"

"The doctor says yes, a stay in hospital and then some therapy I think, to get her over this depression." He paused. "This is the pattern of her life you know. Always up or down, almost hysterical with happiness when she has a new lover, but in the depths of despair when he goes."

Finishing his second drink, he put it down on a nearby table and held his hand out to me. "Come here, Janie. Please. I need to feel you in my arms."

I went to him and knelt between his legs, my arms around his waist. I could hear his heart beating and felt the warmth of his skin through his shirt. Now, more than ever, I needed to have him with me and so badly wanted to have him inside me, his pain forgotten at least for a short time. He leant down and kissed me softly on the lips, his hands opening up my robe and reaching in to stroke my breasts. I gasped at the pleasure he gave me and I slowly began to unbutton his shirt, wanting to feel his skin and stroke him as he was caressing me.

He stood and unbuckled his belt, before stepping out of his trousers and his pants. Sitting back down he drew me in closer again and I put my head between his legs, my tongue softly licking the tip of his hard penis.

"Oh Janie, you don't know how much I need that now," he groaned, his eyes shut. "All night, I thought of you and what we could be doing. And feeling guilt because of it." He opened his eyes and looked at me as I continued to lick his penis. "You're so sweet, Jane. Promise me you'll never do what my friend has done?"

I shook my head and then stroked his cock with my hand, running it up and down as I sucked on the head. 

"I need you now properly. I want to fill you up, like you asked, hmmm?"

I nodded and Mark pulled me to my feet, before gently pushing me down onto the sofa. Spreading my legs he stroked my wet pussy and my inner thighs, bending to kiss them as I stroked his hair. 

"So wet and so sweet. Mmmmm - you taste so good."

"I want you inside me, Mark," I whispered as he bent his head once more to tease my clitoris with his tongue. "I need you so badly now."

Kneeling up he took his cock in his hand and stroked it while he looked at me. The air was electric as I gazed at his beauty and he knew that I was finding it unbearable. 

"Stroke your breasts, Janie. Stroke them for me."

I did as he asked, licking my fingers slowly and then gently rubbing my swollen nipples, my eyes never leaving his face. Mark continued to stroke his hard penis as I moaned in ecstasy, my hips moving from side to side. 

"Now your pussy, Janie. I want to see you give yourself pleasure."

While my left hand stayed on my breasts, my right moved down to my soaked pussy, my fingers stroking my swollen clitoris gently, but firmly.

"Mark! I need you now," I groaned, as I rubbed myself. The need was building within me and I had never known such a craving for one person before. I wanted him to fill me up and have him so close to me that he was almost part of me.

Mark leaned forward and gently rubbed the tip of his cock against my pussy lips. "How does that feel, Janie?" he asked as he continued to rub me, my juices glistening on his skin. "I can feel how wet you are. You're so ready for me aren't you?"

I nodded. "Mark, please. I want to feel you so much."

He slowly lowered himself onto me and parted my lips with his rock-hard cock. I groaned as he entered me and spread my legs wider, opening myself up to him compeletely. "Oh God, Janie, you feel so good," he moaned as he slowly thrust himself into me, the look on his face full of desire, his eyes dark.

I brought my legs up and wrapped them around his waist, drawing him into me deeper and deeper. I shuddered with pleasure as he thrust into me his eyes on mine. Slowly at first, he sank into me, his hands either side of me as I stroked his back, feeling his muscles beneath his warm skin. Our eyes were locked and the feeling was so intense and erotic it took my breath away. We had become as one, our bodies moulding into each other perfectly. As he thrust into me, I rose to meet him and our movements moved together in perfect rhythm, our bodies giving off heat and warmth and the delicious smell of sex.

We carried on moving together slowly, taking pleasure in the feeling of being at one, and there was no rush. Mark would thrust all the way into me and then almost all the way out, loving the reaction on my face as I felt him withdraw from me. But then I felt him stiffen even more and I reached down to rub my clitoris as I saw his face change and I knew that soon he was going to come inside me. I needed to feel his warm cum flooding into me but wanted to orgasm at the same time so I controlled my movements in time to his thrust and when he finally let out a cry of pleasure I was right there with him, my cries mixing with his as we attained the heights of pleasure that we had been aiming for all day.

Mark collapsed on top of me and we stayed like that for a while, our breathing growing slower as we relaxed. Both our bodies were sticky with sweat and our combined juices and I had a sudden urge to have a shower and then curl up in bed with Mark and go to sleep.

He must have thought so too, as he gently lifted me up and we made our way up to his bedroom where he joined me in the en-suite shower, our hands caressing each other as we soaped our bodies and enjoyed the rush of hot water on our skin.

After drying each other off, we collapsed into the huge bed and cuddled up. Sleep came swiftly and the last thing I remember is hearing his soft breathing as I drifted off, my thoughts still full of the feeling of his body on mine...

*

The gentle touch of lips on my inner thighs awoke me the next morning. Sunlight streamed in through the large windows and I could see the mountains touched with pink. The kisses on my thighs were light and erotic and I willed them to move higher so I could feel them on my vagina. I groaned slightly and arched my body towards Mark as he leant over me, his dark hair contrasting with the smooth creaminess of my skin.

I could feel my dampness already and I stroked his hair as he continued to pay attention to my thighs. I closed my eyes and thought back to last night, how good it had been and how well we had fitted together, our bodies moving so well in unison. 

Mark slowly worked upwards to my waiting pussy and I tensed as his lips found my clitoris, bringing my legs wider apart so he could gain full access to that most intimate part of me. I groaned as he rubbed it between his lips while one finger gently stroked the inside of my wet pussy, driving me mad with the sensation.

I moaned and lifted my hips off the bed, both hands playing with my breasts as Mark continued his thorough exploration. The sensations he was giving me were unbelievable. Mark seemed to take so much pleasure in tasting me and making sure I felt good, but I knew he had an erection and the thought made me shiver inside with the need for him.

"Come for me Janie," he murmured as two of his fingers found their way deeper and deeper into me. He continued to kiss and nibble but the other hand was now rubbing my slippery clit and doing expertly what I thought only I could achieve. 

"Oh that feels so good," I cried as my hips bucked and lifted off the bed. No-one except me had managed to bring about my orgasm this way and Mark's touch was doing the job expertly. I could feel the pleasure build deep within me and I opened my legs wider as he thrust his tongue in deeper, his hands rubbing rhythmically at the delicious nub that gave me so much pleasure.

Unable to stop myself any longer, I felt myself falling off the cliff and into ecstasy as he gave me the most incredible orgasm I had had for a long time. Shaking and shuddering I brought his head up to my chest and held him tightly, the waves of sensation still washing over me as we lay together.

"OK?" he asked with a smile and I nodded, too shaken to speak yet.

Mark lifted his head and smiled back at me before lying down on the bed and stroking his penis. He was so erect and I could see a tiny drop of moisture at the end. I leant down and gently licked him as he groaned, his hand immediately reaching for my hair as I kissed the tip of his cock and rubbed it around my mouth. 

"I'm going to eat you!" I joked and he laughed, my hands stroking his hard balls. "What does a girl do for breakfast around here?"

Looking at him cheekily, I sat up and moved astride him, my hands gently guiding his hardness into my wet pussy. The feel of him was so good, I sighed and leaned over, my breasts falling onto his chest and rubbing against the dark hairs on his chest.

"Oh that's so nice, Janie," he murmured as my hips rose and fell. I put my hands either side of him and gazed down at his face, his eyes closed in pleasure. 

We moved slowly again together, his hips moving in time with mine as I rode him, my breasts dangling onto his chest as he played with the nipples. He was so deep inside me I felt as if we were at one. We fitted perfectly and our rhythm was faultless. I sat up and he gazed at me, the jokey atmosphere gone now as we realised how good this felt, how well we were with each other.

I lifted and lowered myself repeatedly as I stroked my nipples, our eyes locked as we moved together, our bodies slippery with sweat and our juices. I wanted this moment to go on forever, but I could feel him tense up and I knew that he would be coming soon. I upped the pace and put my hands either side of him again as I rode him harder and harder, my own orgasm beginning to grow as well. Mark's eyes were now closed and his head thrown back as I moved up and down on him, my pussy dripping with the desire I felt. 

"Oh Mark, I can feel it coming," I moaned as the pace became faster and more intense. I could feel him so hard inside me and I knew I was just seconds away from an orgasm, my clitoris stimulated by the feel of him inside me - I didn't need any other help. 

"Tell me when," I begged him as we moved frantically together, tiny beads of sweat breaking out on my forehead as I felt him tense up inside me.

"Oh now, Janie!" he cried as I brought him to a shuddering and explosive climax, his warm cum filling me up and running out of me like a river. With one touch of my hand I brought myself to orgasm too and screamed out his name, before collapsing on top of him, our bodies shaking and trembling with the exertion and intense pleasure.

He wrapped his arms around me and we lay still for what seemed like ages, our fast and erratic breathing slowly returning to normal and feeling the same warm glow that follows such good sex.

"Hey that was something else, wasn't it?" 

I nodded and smiled as he kissed me gently on the lips. "How are you this morning?"

"Ok, I think," he frowned as the events of last night caught up with him. "I'm sorry to have involved you in all this. And with someone that you don't even know."

"I understand. I just hope that she's OK."

Mark frowned again and sat up, his dark hair ruffled and his face, although strong and capable, strangely vulnerable as thoughts of his friend ran through his mind.

"I'll need to go and see her today. Do you mind?"

"Oh Mark! Of course I don't mind! I expected that."

"But I want to see you tonight, Janie. Can I take you out for dinner?"

I nodded and laughed. "I'd love to! I need to get some work done anyway."

Later, after showering and dressing and sharing breakfast on the terrace with a hungry Ella, Mark took me in his arms and held me close.

"Janie, I just want to say something before I drop you back home. OK?"

I looked at him and felt suddenly that there was going to be a tiny cloud on my horizon. "What Mark?"

"My friend and I - well, we have a lot between us, but I don't want you to think that there is anything sexual still going on. It was all over so long ago. Do you understand?"

I nodded and looked at him as he smiled. "I know, don't worry. Besides, I've only just met you. Just go and sort her out."

We arranged to meet and then Mark drove me back to the villa, the journey seeming far too short for my liking and I kept stealing glances at his profile as he drove, trying to keep his image in my mind while we were away from each other.

After a close and loving farewell, I changed out of my dress and into something more practical to visit Binissalem. As I drove, I thought about what had happened over the last 24 hours and wondered where it would end. Would this be just a great holiday romance or had Mark and I a future together?

*

My day was successful and I tasted some great wines. The afternoon was spent writing up my notes and then swimming in the pool, my body soaking up the heat of Mallorca like a sponge. I had no idea where Mark was going to take me but dressed carefully again, this time choosing a pair of flowing trousers and a sheer top that hinted at the lacy bra underneath. My hair was growing lighter in the sun and the gold highlights suited my glowing complexion. I looked radiant and could only guess that it was happiness and sex that made me look as I did.

Mark arrived just as I was putting the finishing touches to my make-up, my dark brown eyes benefiting slightly from the lick of mascara that I applied to my long lashes.

He was dressed casually in linen trousers and a blue shirt, smelling of some wonderful aftershave and his hair freshly washed.

"We make a great couple!" he laughed as he held the car door open for me. "You look so beautiful tonight."

I smiled and thanked him as he negotiated the narrow lane that led from the villa to the main road. "Where are we going?"

"To a special place that I know you will love," he answered, smiling at me as he pulled out onto the main road that was busy with cars and lorries. "I guarantee it!"

It was only a short drive to the nearby Roman town with twisty narrow streets and tall shutttered houses that seemed to me to hold ancient secrets. I wondered how many people had lived behind their walls and how many stories they could tell.

We parked on the edge of the town and strolled into the centre past groups of children playing and old women chatting on their doorsteps. The heat of the day was waning and the smells of the town wafted on the still air and made me hungry.

"A drink first, in the square, and then dinner?" Mark asked as we settled ourselves into a seat outside a tiny bar, the waiters hurrying about with trays full of drinks and snacks.

I nodded in happy agreement as he ordered champagne cocktails and sighed happily. "I love this," I exclaimed as I watched the tourists mingle with the locals. "I wouldn't normally come here on my own so this is a bonus."

The conversation flowed easily as we swapped personal stories and histories, the events of the day somehow being avoided as we laughed and joked with each other. There was definitely chemistry between us and a relaxed sense of familiarity as well.




All I Want Is You Ch. 02



"How was today?" I probed gently as another round of drinks appeared. "How is your friend?"

"Anna, was..." Mark paused and looked down at the table, his hands playing with the redundant ashtray that lay between us. "She was OK. But I think she will need a lot of help in the coming weeks."

"Oh yes," I agreed, feeling a slight touch of anxiety come over me. "Does she have family here?"

"No, her family are back in Britain," Mark answered and his frown deepened. "They don't really have a lot to do with her now. Not even to see their grandchildren."

"Oh God, Janie! This is such a hell of a mess!" I looked at him in shock as he ran his fingers through his dark hair. "To meet you and now this! I never seem to have a chance, do I?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, things should be carefree between us, shouldn't they? Not tinged with worry and doubt."

I put out my hand and stroked his face. "Please don't worry about me. I have enough things to keep me occupied at the moment."

He looked at me and smiled. "You're so good, Janie." He stroked my hair and brought my hand to his lips before kissing it. "I want to feel you again tonight. Taste you and hear you scream my name."

I felt a twist of desire shoot through me again as we gazed at each other and wanted the moment to last forever. "Well, you can," I said softly and he smiled. I could see the bulge in his trousers and he looked down and laughed. 

"I have a beast here!" 

I burst out laughing too and the serious tone disappeared as we made our way out of the square and into the maze of back streets behind a huge church. The insistent tolling of the bell started and I felt shivers run down my spine. Every feeling seemed heightened when I was close to Mark and the colours of the stone walls and houses were stronger and more pronounced. Was I falling in love?

Dinner was delicious and Mark was right - I loved the restaurant and the food. We took our time over the meal and I knew that this was part of our foreplay again. We fed each other and shared our food in the way that only lovers can and by the time the coffee had arrived I could feel the dampness of my pussy through the material of my pants. Our eyes met and held all the time, and even when we weren't talking we still locked glances.

Paying the bill hurriedly, Mark took me by the arm and led me through the dark silent streets back to the car. Before he fitted the key into the igniton we kissed passionately and Mark rubbed my nipples through the sheer material of my blouse. 

"God, I want you so much," he murmured into my hair, firing up the engine and turning the steering wheel with one hand while the other reached down and began to stoke my damp vagina through my trousers.

I moaned and closed my eyes as he continued to rub and stroke, this time slipping his hands underneath my trousers, his eyes never leaving the road, but his hands causing me waves of pleasure.

Soft lights from Mark's villa greeted us as we drove towards it and I knew that I was close to orgasm. I had leaned back in the car seat as Mark continued to work on me, my legs spread out as far as I could within the confines of the car. Bringing the Audi to a halt, he leaned over and kissed me deeply as I moaned and squirmed in the seat. The feel of his tongue against mine tipped me over the edge and I cried out as the orgasm took me, my body shuddering as waves of pleasure hit me.

"Good?" he asked as I opened my eyes and licked my lips, his smile making me beam back at him, the feeling still strong as I came back down from my high. "Fancy a swim?"

I nodded and shakily got out of the car as Mark held the door open for me. "It's a perfect night. I'll just get a couple of towels and then I'll join you."

The pool was lit by under-water lights and I undressed slowly, the cool night air feeling delicious against my warm skin. Above, the sky was littered with thousands of stars and I breathed deeply, trying to etch this feeling onto my memory for later when I was back in cold and grey Britain and longing for the feel of his arms around me.

The sound of his footsteps made me turn and I gazed at his nakedness as he appeared with an armful of towels and a bottle of Spanish Cava. He set the towels and wine down by the side of the pool and took me in his arms. "Not too cold?"

I shook my head and cuddled up to him, his penis semi-erect and pressing into my leg as we stood there. "Come on, then. Let's see what the water's like!"

He took my hand and led me to the shallow steps leading into the pool, the water lapping at our feet and legs as we went deeper and deeper. The water had been heated by the intense heat during the day and the warmth was still retained now as we waded in up to our shoulders. I pulled away and swam to the far end of the pool feeling such pleasure at the silky water against my skin. I felt so free, my legs open and the liquid rushing past my pussy which was still in a state of arousal after my orgasm. Mark dived underneath the surface and I felt him grab my legs from below as he made his way up my body.

Laughing I splashed him and he chased me back to the steps, my screams echoing through the night air. As I reached the steps I slowed and leaned down, resting my hands on the top step. Mark came up behind me and I could feel his erection grow as he pushed his cock into my bottom, the tip teasing my wet pussy lips as I pushed back and groaned.

"I want to do this here," Mark moaned as he stroked my vagina with his fingers. "Can you feel how hard I am?"

I nodded as he probed gently before inserting two fingers into my softness, his cock still hard against my bottom cheeks.

"I want to hear you scream out here, Janie," he murmured as he pushed his fingers in deeper. His other hand took one of my breasts and squeezed the nipples, my gasps of pleasure bringing him closer to me. His fingers gently opened me up for his hard cock with only the head being inserted first as I wriggled and squirmed before him. 

"You like this, hmmmm?" he asked as he pushed in a bit further and I moaned. "Want me to go deeper?"

I nodded and Mark pushed in a little more, his hands still playing with my full breasts that responded so well to his touch. I pushed back again and this time Mark went into me completely, filling me up with his hardness as I cried out. 

"Oh Mark! I need you so much," I moaned as he started to slowly thrust inside me, his hands now on my hips and gripping me tightly. He moved all the way in and then out again as I thrust back at him, our movements timed to perfection. I leant down and slowly rubbed my swollen clit as he continued to pound away at me, my eyes closed but his face etched into my memory. 

The desire that had been building between us all night and the eroticism of our surroundings made for an unforgettable orgasm as we came together once more. I could feel him tensing and his thrusts became quicker and quicker, his grunts and cries making me more and more aroused. As I felt him tense up yet again, I rubbed my clit hard and we climaxed together, the feeling so incredible I felt as if we were one person - where did he end and I begin?

He pulled out of me and we collapsed onto the hard steps, him lying between my legs as we held each other tightly. My heart felt as if it were going to explode and I stroked his hair, my lips on his shoulder as our breathing finally slowed.

"Janie, you are one hell of a woman," he grinned as he made his way over to the side of the pool and fetched me a towel. I stood and wrapped it around me and then we made our way over to a small table where Mark set the wine and glasses.

"Phew! That was something wasn't it?"

I laughed and took a sip of the fizzy wine, feeling the bubbles exploding into my mouth.

"Made for each other, I think!"

"Mmmmmm! You may be right, Janie Jane!"

He took my hand and held it. "Serious now, though, hey?"

I looked at him over the rim of my glass and a small twist of fear hit me in the stomach.

"I need to see Anna tomorrow. She's being transferred to another hospital and I said I would go with her."

I looked at him and saw only concern in his eyes. "Of course, you must do what you can, Mark," I answered, my heart starting to beat faster.

"I may need to stay with her overnight. How do you feel about that?"

I hesitated. While part of me hated the thought of him being with another woman, I knew I couldn't stop him. Anna was part of his life and had been for so long. We had only just met and I knew my hold on him was far weaker.

"Do what you have to, Mark," I said and touched his face again. "Just remember tonight for me, will you?"

"Always," Mark answered and I smiled back at him. But inside my heart was breaking.

*

Chapter 3 to follow... 



All I Want Is You Ch. 03



(Many special thanks to longonenow2004 for his contributions, feedback and wonderful encouragement. Without him, this story would never have been written...)

Mark and I sat by the pool long into the night as we talked and learnt more about each other. The bottle of Cava was replaced by another and it was very late when we finally made our way up to the bedroom and cuddled up together in Mark's huge bed. We were both so tired, emotionally and physically, and sleep came quickly.

In the morning we woke and made love with an intensity that I wouldn't have thought possible. The tenderness between us was so clear and we took each other to new heights of ecstasy as we stroked, kissed and explored each other's bodies. 

Mark dropped me back off at my villa after breakfast and I sat for a long while on the terrace trying to write but just staring into space and reliving the last couple of days. I knew now that what I felt for Mark was beyond physical lust and I dreaded having my heart broken all over again. Part of me was angry that I had fallen so quickly and deeply, but I wouldn't have missed out on the experience for anything.

Mark was going to be tied up at the hospital for the next couple of days and I was determined to catch up with some work. My future career depended on the work I was doing in Mallorca and I wasn't about to jeopardise that for Mark, no matter how strongly I felt about him.

I drove over to a vineyard near the large town of Inca and tasted more wines, stocking up the small Ford with bottles to have shipped home. The heat was intense in the afternoon and I adopted the Spanish habit of a siesta, snoozing underneath a shady tree in the garden for a couple of hours before resuming my writing in the cool of the evening.

On the second day, I could bear the heat no longer and retreated into the relative coolness of the villa for a lie down. I undressed and lay on the bed, the fan above my head the only sound as I drifted off to sleep, my thoughts full of Mark and the way he had taken me to such heights of pleasure. 

I must have gone straight into a dream and my brain tricked me into thinking Mark was with me. He was beneath me again and I was astride him, rising up and down slowly, our eyes meeting as we enjoyed the feeling of our bodies slotted together like a well-made jigsaw. The dream was so vivid and I awoke in a state of arousal, my fingers finding their way to my damp pussy and stroking my lips. Mark's face was etched into my memory as I imagined him doing that to me. I cried out and opened my legs wider as I slowly rubbed my clit, a small moan escaping from my parted lips as the feeling of pleasure intensified. I turned over onto my front and pressed myself against the bed, the feeling of need inside me so bad that tears sprang to my eyes. Oh, how I wished Mark was with me now and how badly I wanted to feel his body next to mine. I continued to rub my swollen clitoris until I could feel the inevitable orgasm build and grow within me. 

Turning back over I gasped in shock as I saw Mark standing in the doorway, a look of lust and desire making his brown eyes appear almost black.

"Don't stop, Janie," he urged as he stared at me. "You look so beautiful like that."

The surprise of seeing him standing there made me come straight away and I cried out as he came to me and took me in his arms. We held each other tightly and I just hoped that I was awake and not still in my dream.

"How long have you been here?" I eventually asked, as he pulled away to look at me.

"Since you were grinding yourself into the bed!" he laughed and kissed me on the tip of my nose.

"Can I do something for you?" I asked and smiled up at him. "I really missed you, you know."

"And I missed you so much, too. But I need to talk to you and I really need a clear head right now."

I felt that feeling of fear in my stomach again and got up, hastily pulling on my robe as Mark made his way through to the living room of the villa. He took a bottle of whisky from the cabinet and poured us two large measures, handing me mine with a serious look on his face.

"What's up?" I almost whispered, dreading his words and the impact they would inevitably have on me.

"Janie, things have...um..." Mark faltered and I waited, anxiously twisting the glass around and around in my hand.

He looked at me and I was surprised at his uncharacteristic reluctance to tell me what the matter was.

"Mark, please tell me," I pleaded. "It can't be that bad, surely?"

"Anna is getting better now, she's out of intensive care and can go home at the end of this week. However..." he paused again and I took a sip of whisky, feeling the fiery liquid burning its way down to my stomach which was churning with nerves.

I waited and he went on. "The doctors have asked that she is looked after all the time and at the moment her son is quite happy to be with her."

I suddenly sensed what was coming and knew without a doubt that my blossoming relationship with Mark was about to come to an abrupt end. "We had a serious talk last night Janie. She wants us to start again."

I looked at him in shock as he turned away from me and gazed at the view of the mountains. I suddenly thought back to when I met him and how easily I had fallen for him. How easily I had succumbed to his charm and his personality.

"What are you going to do?" I whispered and sat down on the sofa, tears springing to my eyes.

Mark ran his fingers through his hair and continued to stare out of the window as if the answers to his problems lay on the slopes of the distant mountains.

"What can I do? Oh Janie, don't you think I've thought about this all night? Argued with myself, tried to think of so many ways I can extricate myself from Anna, but she's an old friend, I've known her for so long. I'm Godfather to her son for heaven's sake..."

"But do you want to resume your relationship with her? Do you love her?"

I had asked the question I'd been dreading and Mark hesitated. "I love her in the sense that she's a friend, but do I love her in a sexual way? No. I don't."

I breathed out and hope flickered. "What about me?"

Mark looked at me and our eyes met. The last few days had been so important to me and I knew that my feelings for Mark would deepen to real love if we were to continue seeing each other. 

"I think that it would be very easy to fall in love with you, Janie," he answered. "But this has complicated matters so much. How can I turn my back on her now?"

"What about her parents? Can't they help? And even if you started again, your feelings would eventually show and she would be in the same position all over again, but worse!"

"Janie, Janie, oh God, I know! I've thought about this, but what the hell can I do? Leave her now and really make her feel abandoned?"

I got up and went slowly into the kitchen. I needed a glass of water and some time to think. The whisky was making my head spin and my thoughts were churning. I had a sudden desire to escape and get in my car and drive, but the whisky I had drank made that option impossible. 

Taking my glass of water I went to sit on the terrace and stared at the sunlight glinting on the surface of the pool. Was I destined in life to make bad choices when it came to relationships? Did I go for men who I knew would eventually hurt me?

Mark came out and sat next to me. The expression on his face was terrible to see, all the light had gone from his eyes and he looked tired and drawn. He reached out to take my hand but I pulled away and turned my head so he couldn't see the tears that were forming in my eyes.

"I thought what we had was special, Mark," I said. "I know we have only just met but I imagined us keeping up some sort of relationship after I returned to the UK."

"I did, too. In fact I was planning on it. You are special to me, Janie, you know that. But this is something I hadn't expected. The timing is so bloody awful."

We sat in silence and I suddenly realised how late it was. My appetite had disappeared but I thought some food would help alleviate the queasiness I felt. "Can you stay for something to eat?" I asked and rose from my seat.

"Let me take you out. There's a good restaurant I know in the Port and it overlooks the sea. We can talk more and see if there's a way around this problem, hey?"

I shook my head. "I don't want to go out, Mark. I'll make us some dinner and then we can sit and talk here. Do you mind?"

Mark shook his head and I made my way into the small kitchen to make a salad and put a chicken into the oven. It felt so cosy to be making him a meal, the first I had ever cooked for him, but in such sad circumstances.

We hardly spoke over the meal, each of us lost in our own thoughts. My head was still in a whirl and afterwards as we sat with a bottle of red wine on the terrace watching the sun sink over the horizon, I asked Mark about his relationship with Anna.

"We were so young," he said, staring into his glass. "Both of us straight out of university and with bright futures. Anna was a brilliant artist, she had so much talent, well, you know that she still does, but I knew she could be difficult even then. She loved me but was seeing someone else at the same time. The father of her son as it happens."

I listened not daring to say a word. I was suddenly filled with hatred for this woman who had Mark's love but made light of it and cheated on him with another man.

"That hurt a lot," he said. "I thought we were soul-mates, but obviously not." He laughed bitterly and drank his wine before refilling his glass. "In the end she left me for him, said we were too much like brother and sister and she needed a man who was more of a lover than a friend."

"Of course, in the end, he wasn't enough for her either and she left him too after they had been married and had Joshua, their son. By then I was married as well but sadly that didn't work out and we saw each other occasionally but the sexual spark had long since gone."

I felt a small sense of relief at that and knew that the sexual spark between us was fairly sizzling. I had never been one to rely solely on my feminine charms but I suddenly felt a sense of power over Mark and it felt good.

"Well, if you resume your relationship, what about sex? Won't she want you to be a lover again?"

Mark groaned and ran his fingers through his hair. "Don't you think I've thought about that? I don't find her sexually attractive any more. And after you..." he looked at me and I felt my insides twist with desire. I needed to have him with me for one last time before he left and I knew that tonight would be the last time. "If I rejected her now she would try again for sure and the next time it won't be a cry for help, Janie, it'll be the real thing."

We stared at each other and he rose from his chair and kneeled in front of me. "Janie, I feel so much for you already, please believe that. But what can I do? If I could get out of it I would. Do you understand?"

I nodded as tears filled my eyes and I reached out to touch him. The smell of him was so good and I suddenly needed to be in his arms and with him, his skin touching mine as we made our feelings for each other real.

Taking my hand he pulled me up and we made our way into the bedroom where I had set some candles burning. The growing dusk made shadows and I could see ourselves reflected on the white walls as we held each other and kissed deeply.

"It's our last night for a little while, hey? I can't even think that I won't do this with you again, Janie," he murmured. "I want to treat you tonight, will you let me?"

I nodded as he kissed my hair and then my ears and my mouth. "Do you have a scarf with you?"

I looked at him in surprise as he smiled at me. "I want you to really feel me tonight, Janie. And really trust me. Can you do that?"

I nodded again as I went off to my suitcase where I kept a couple of scarves to tie my hair back with when it got really hot. Handing one to Mark, he gently wound it around my eyes and then took me in his arms and kissed me again. I tasted red wine on his lips and he helped me undress before I lay down on the bed, feeling a little vulnerable but trusting him completely. I could hear Mark taking off his clothes and then kneeling over me. I lifted my hips automatically and knew that my vagina was already soaking wet. I felt Mark kneel either side of me and then he was kissing me again, his smell filling my nostrils as he kissed my cheeks and mouth, his lips wet from the red wine that he had been drinking.

"Would you like some more, Janie?" he asked as he kissed me again.

"More what?" I whispered, as I felt him lift himself away from me. 

"Mmmmm, wine, it tastes so good."

I nodded and Mark leant over, filling my mouth with red wine from his mouth. I swallowed and groaned as the delicious liquid sank towards my stomach. "This is what I call blind tasting!" he said and laughed

I laughed out loud too and felt him leave me again. "What about this, then?" he asked as I lifted my head from the pillow. "Here, taste this."

I felt his face against mine and then a warm salty object was placed next to my lips. "Remember what this is?"

I opened my mouth and took it in immediately recognising an olive that had been left over from before dinner. "Mmmmm! That's good," I murmured as I chewed it slowly before swallowing. "What else have you got in store for me?"

"This," Mark answered as he kissed me again, this time trailing his lips down my face and neck before encircling my left nipple with his tongue, sucking and kissing my breast as I moaned in ecstasy. Mark made sure he covered every inch of my skin with kisses and licks, taking each breast in turn and savouring them fully, before planting tiny kisses on my stomach and navel.

I wanted him so much to carry on to my wet pussy but he bypassed that area and went straight to my feet, sucking on each toe in turn and making me cry out in pleasure. Then, parting my legs further he kissed his way up the inside of my right leg, making me squirm with the way it felt so good. 

"I'm really tasting you tonight, Janie, and you taste so good. I've never known a woman taste like you."

I sighed with pleasure as he made his way up my left leg this time. all thoughts of our earlier conversation forgotten as the feelings of pure bliss enveloped me. My inner thighs received special attention and each time Mark grew near my waiting pussy he would veer away again, making me want to cry out with the need for him.

"Mark, please," I groaned as his kisses trailed down to the back of my knee. "I want you to kiss me there so badly."

"Oh I know, Janie!" Mark laughed as he kissed the skin around my vagina. "I can smell your juices."

I squirmed again as Mark licked slowly the length of my slit, his tongue gently probing inside. I gasped again and he ran his tongue up and down until I felt as if I was going to orgasm straight away. With his fingers I felt him opening me up and his tongue descend into my inner lips, his breath warm on my skin. His tongue moved deeper and deeper and he stroked the skin around my pussy lips, drawing tiny patterns as I writhed around in ecstasy, my orgasm beginning to build deep within me. Taking my swollen clit in his lips he sucked and sucked, his tongue flicking across my sensitive bud until I could bear it no longer. As I cried out he kept up the pressure on me but reached up and squeezed my nipples intensifying my orgasm making me scream his name out loud.

Because I was blindfolded my other senses were heightened and the vulnerability I felt added to the intense pleasure. I shook and spasmed as I came down from the high and Mark wrapped his arms around me, kissing my breasts as I breathed heavily, my heart hammering away in my ribcage.

"Oh Mark, I feel so..." I sighed as he removed the scarf from my eyes. His erection was strong and hard and I wanted to make him feel as I did.

"Good?"

"Oh yes," I answered. "That was the best I have ever had, Mark. Maybe even a fantasy come true..."

Mark lay down and I leant over him, kissing his face and lips which still tasted of me. I found that so sexy and I loved that he had given me such pleasure. "Janie, you know why I did that, don't you?" he asked as I kissed his neck and shoulders.

"Mmmmmm. I think so," I answered.

"I want you to trust me so much. Trust me that I won't hurt you or let you down. Let me help Anna out over the next couple of weeks and then I'll find a way of making sure she's OK."

I looked at him, suddenly serious and knew that he was telling me the truth. The dilemma he faced was not of his own making and I knew he was doing what he could to help out an old friend. I returned to his body and ran my fingers lightly over the hairs that were scattered over his chest. I kissed his nipples and ran my tongue down the strip of hair that led to his erect penis, making him groan with pleasure.

Taking the tip of his cock in my mouth I ran my tongue over the ridge underneath where the head connected to the shaft and licked up and down and around and around. He tasted so good, so hard and firm and I took as much of him into my mouth as I could, my teeth lightly grazing his skin and making him moan in ecstasy.

"You are so good at that," he groaned opening his eyes and watching me as I sucked up and down. Taking his shaft firmly in my right hand I encircled him and moved up and down while I concentrated my mouth and tongue on the head of his cock, his pre-cum tasting salty in my mouth as I licked at the tiny hole. With my left hand I stroked his hard balls, my fingers running over the ridges and my long nails lightly scratching him. 

I could feel him tense up and knew he was close so I gripped him more firmly, my tongue and lips sucking harder and harder as his hands moved to my hair. 

"Oh Janie, don't stop," he groaned and I didn't dare, my tongue massaging his sensitive ridge as my lips swept over the head of his cock. His breathing grew faster and faster and I could feel his hands pressing on my head as I moved up and down, my hands matching the movement of my tongue. 

"Oh Janie, now, I'm coming," he moaned as with a jerk he emptied his load into my mouth. I took it all and licked up any drops that escaped, loving the taste of him. I cuddled up and lay my head on his chest, hearing his heart beats grow slower as we nestled together, our breathing synchronised. I felt sleepy after the wine but Mark turned to me and kissed me again, our tongues entwined as we put our arms around each other and felt the heat of each other's bodies.

"You feel so good, so soft and warm," he murmured as I kissed his shoulder. "I want to stay like this for ever."

I held him tightly and felt his erection grow again. I lifted my left leg over his leg and he entered me easily, his hard penis penetrating me like a knife through butter. I groaned as I felt him fill me up and start to move inside me, his arms still wrapped around me as we kissed each other and held each other tightly.

We moved together slowly and sensually, and I turned over onto my back, Mark's cock still inside me. I opened my legs wide and rested them on Mark's shoulders as he penetrated me deeply, his eyes never leaving my face as he moved in and out. His thrusts were hard and slow making me groan in pleasure and hitting me so far inside that I was convinced he was a part of me. We carried on for what seemed ages, our moans and sighs echoing throught the silent villa and I wished that we could carry on forever and forget the problems that had appeared.

Mark's thrusts grew quicker and more intense and I reached down to massage my clitoris as I pushed back at him. He closed his eyes and with a final cry he came and I felt his warm cum explode into me as I reached orgasm at the same time, a light touch on my clitoris the only stimulation I needed to take me over the edge.




All I Want Is You Ch. 03



This time he cried out my name and I clung to him as we both came down from the heights of ecstasy, our bodies drenched in sweat and juices. He pulled out of me and hugged me, his breathing ragged in my ear. "Janie, I don't ever want to lose you," he murmured as we hugged and cuddled. "Never forget this, OK?"

I nodded and felt him relax into me as we both drifted off to sleep, the darkness enveloping us like a warm blanket.

*

The next morning I awoke and stretched out to touch Mark, but he wasn't there. Sitting up with a start I could hear him moving about in the kitchen and I breathed a sigh of relief. Before I could get up and put my robe on he appeared in the doorway with a tray.

"Breakfast for you," he smiled and I pulled the covers back over me as he sat down on the bed, the tray balanced on his lap. "I've made you scrambled eggs on toast. Hope you like them?"

I laughed and nodded. "Of course I do! Oh, this is such a treat!"

Mark leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, a serious expression on his face. "Look Janie, I've got to go now. I'm sorry for leaving you like this, but I need to go and sort this mess out. I might not be around for a couple of weeks."

I gazed at him in shock. I knew he would be going again but I didn't think it would be so soon or for so long.

"I might even have to go to the UK for a few days. I hope it won't come to that."

"I'm here for another month," I said. "But if I'm finished before then I'll be returning home to sort out the new house. I have so much to do there."

Mark nodded. "I know. Look, I'll call you in the next few days. Can I have your UK address as well?"

He fetched some paper and I noted down my new address. A part of me was relieved he wanted to see me again after our brief time together but I still found it difficult to accept that I wasn't going to be seeing him for such a long time.

He kissed me and we held each other tightly. I took in his smell, the feel of his hair against my cheek and tried hard not to cry.

"It's been so good, Janie," he murmured. "Just trust in me, OK?"

I nodded and watched as he made his way to the door. He turned briefly, smiled at me and then was gone. A minute later I heard the distant growl of the Audi as he made his way out onto the main road and then silence...

*

Over the next week I worked hard visiting as many vineyards as I could and writing notes on all of them. I tasted a lot of wines, some good, a few outstanding and many mediocre ones. The heat intensified and my tan deepened. Afternoons were spent by the pool or in the cool of the villa and Mark was often in my thoughts. Once I went back to the bar in the square and sat there with a drink but I couldn't recapture that evening we had been together and I just felt sad. There were dozens of couples holidaying with their children and I remembered back to the days when I went away with my husband and daughter and felt a sudden longing to be back at home. I had phoned my daughter several times but at 17 she was on the verge of leading her own life but I still enjoyed listening to her chattering away as she told me about her latest boyfriend.

Mark phoned several times saying he was back in the UK. Anna was improving and was responding to a psychiatrist who was looking into her background to treat her, rather than pump her full of drugs. Her son was doing a great job looking after her while Mark was away and although that little twist of fear was still there, I managed to sound happy and carefree on the phone to him.

After almost two weeks of being alone, an invitation arrived from a local vineyard owner, anxious to showcase his wines to a larger audience than the locals in Mallorca. Would I care to have dinner with him and his wife at a local, and very excellent, restaurant?

I accepted immediately. Eating on my own in the villa with only the occasional meal at a nearby restaurant was beginning to be a lonely experience and I dressed carefully, enjoying the feeling of going out and enjoying myself.

Senor and Senora Roca arrived in a beautiful Mercedes and we glided towards the nearby port in air-conditioned luxury. The restaurant was on the edge of the busy resort and had panoramic views over the bay. It was already busy with well-dressed couples, a good mixture of tourists and locals and we were greeted with affection by the staff and shown to a table overlooking the sea.

Luckily I spoke a little Spanish but the Rocas were very well-educated and spoke to me in beautifully accented English. Several of their wines were included on the restaurant's list and I had already decided that there would be a good market for them in the UK. The resort was popular with British holidaymakers and I hoped they wanted a taste of Mallorca when they got home.

The evening was a good one and we chatted easily about how the island had changed. As dusk fell, I gazed out at the view and realised that I loved the area. Was my secret dream of living here with Mark about to be shattered? Thinking of him I thought at first that my eyes were playing tricks on me when I glanced over at a couple on the far side of the restaurant. The man was sitting with his back to me but I would have known him anywhere. The woman opposite him was strikingly attractive with a mass of red hair and gorgeous green eyes. She was slim and pale and dressed expensively. She was gazing at him, a slight smile on her face and I could see him gesticulating about something as she suddenly laughed, the sound carrying above the hubbub of the restaurant.


"Senora? Is there something wrong?"

I looked at Senora Roca and shook my head. "No, I'm fine, thank you. I just thought I saw someone I knew."

The conversation carried on but I kept glancing over at the table, dreading the thought of him reaching out to kiss her or hold her hand. Our desserts arrived and I saw them both rise, the waiters waving goodbye as they made their way out of the restaurant. To get to the exit door they had to pass right by our table and I held my breath to see if Mark had seen me. His hand was around her waist and she gazed up at him, an expression of rapture on her face as they approached. He looked down at her and smiled as they picked their way amongst the packed tables and I felt my stomach contract in misery as he drew her closer to him in an act of protection. 

As he passed within a few feet of our table he suddenly spotted me and a look of shock came over his face as he realised what I had seen. I looked away and they had gone, only the top of his head visible as they left the restaurant and disappeared into the growing darkness.

I still don't know how I carried on with the rest of the meal and my conversation with the Rocas. My dessert tasted like dust in my mouth and I just wanted to be back at the villa and on my own to experience my misery in peace. The laughing couples around us seemed to taunt me and I had to do my best to stop the tears rolling down my cheeks. I felt angry with myself for being affected like that and wished that I had never set eyes on Mark. Our time together now seemed like a complete charade and I felt humilated and stupid for falling so quickly and easily.

The Rocas must have noticed my change of mood for they didn't press me when I refused coffee and brandy after the meal. Senora Roca looked concerned and I had a feeling she knew what was wrong after watching my expression when Mark passed by.

As we sat together in the back of the car, she reached for my hand and squeezed it. "Jane, you look so sad. It is a man, huh?"

I nodded but told her about my divorce and why it was happening. She accepted that but I felt that she knew the truth. Did Mark have a reputation locally for seducing lonely and vulnerable females?

As they dropped me off at my silent villa, Senora Roca hugged me. "Be happy," she said holding me at arms length. "Life is for living."

I thanked them for their hospitality and they were gone, leaving me to the quiet of the villa and my own tortured thoughts. I stood on the terrace and felt the tears slide slowly down my face, my misery complete as I remembered how Mark and I had made love, laughed and enjoyed one another. The feeling of need was like a physical pain and I gasped out in agony as cruel memories of us together filled my mind. I opened the door of the villa and sank onto the sofa, my only comfort knowing that he had once sat there and now it was the closest thing I could think of to bring him back.

I must have sat for over an hour wallowing in my misery before I pulled myself together and went in search of a drink. Outside it was pitch black and the sky was covered in thousands of stars. A dog barked in the distance and I sat on the edge of the pool with my feet dangling in the cool water, cradling a large tumbler of whisky. I wondered how Mark would break the news to me. A letter? Or a phonecall? 

As I was mentally preparing myself for the hurt and sadness this would cause, I saw lights approaching along the track that led to the villa. Two houses lay beyond mine, but as it was now almost 1am, a small glimmer of hope was ignited when I recognised the deep throaty growl of Mark's car.

The engine and lights were switched off and I saw the figure of Mark approach through the gates. Because I was sitting in darkness he made straight for the open door of the villa and it was a couple of minutes before I saw him almost run outside in the direction of the pool.

"Janie?" he shouted as he made his way towards me. "Are you OK?"

I ignored him and took a deep gulp of the whisky which made me cough and splutter and ruin any attempt at distance I was trying to create. "Leave me alone!" I managed to say as the coughs intensified and Mark took my elbow and helped me to my feet, his expression one of concern. He put his arms around me and pulled me close but I resisted him, my mood of sadness gone, to be replaced with one of anger and hurt.

"I saw you!" I yelled at him. "I saw you with her and the way you put your arm around her! You've been lying to me!"

"Janie! Let me explain, for Heaven's sake! You only saw one thing! How can you jump to conclusions like that?"

"I saw the expression on your face and she was looking at you like you were some sort of God!" I spat out, taking another large gulp of whisky. "You certainly weren't telling her about us, were you?"

"How do you know that?" Mark answered softly and tried to take my hand. "I've missed you so much."

I turned my back on him as the tears flowed again. I felt such a fool and now here he was, trying to deceive me again. Was I just a joke to him?

"Janie, you've got to believe me. There's nothing between us. I just needed to break some news to her tonight and I thought that she would react better in public than at home."

"I don't believe you! Why don't you just go away and leave me alone, Mark?" I turned away from him, gazing at the distance lights of the port.

"I don't want to. I want to stay here and be with you." He came over to me and put his arms around me, drawing me closer into him. The temptation was incredible. The thought of being with him again made me melt inside and I started to question myself and what I had seen. What if he was telling me the truth? Was I somehow blaming him for all the men who had ever let me down?

Mark could sense me weakening and started to nuzzle into my neck. I arched back towards him, feeling the need for his lips on mine and his hands stroking my body. If I gave in now what would happen? And was I just being used for sex?

But the image of him and Anna re-surfaced in my mind and I cringed. A future of him wavering towards either Anna or myself was certainly possible. Could I live like that?

"Mark, I want you to go," I stated firmly, turning around to face him, our eyes locking. "I can't do this now, not after you've been with her tonight. Do you understand?"

I saw the shock on his face and he tried once more to pull me towards him. "Let's just talk, then?" he pleaded, but I stood firm, my mind full of the images of the two of them together. "Please Janie..."

I shook my head as the tears rolled down my face. "I just need to be on my own, Mark. Please."

He stood there for what seemed like ages before turning and making his way back to the car. This time he drove off at speed, the engine screaming as he made for the main road. I stood there and listened as the sound faded, my tears falling unchecked and my heart as heavy as a lump of lead.

*

The next day, I booked a flight back to the UK. I had completed most of my work and any remaining notes could be written up at home. The longing to put a distance between myself and Mark was growing stronger by the hour and after disconnecting my laptop, I packed and tidied the villa. I phoned the owners who lived close by and then I was on my way. My flight was leaving in the early evening and I decided to take a tour of the island before reaching the airport. I had a sudden feeling that this would be my last time in Mallorca and I wanted to see some of the island before heading home.

All day I thought of him and resolved that from this time on I would find it hard to trust anyone again. We seemed so close, so well-matched but in the end I had just been a diversion for him. Nothing more than a plaything. I felt angry and humiliated but knew that I had fallen too easily and too soon.

At the airport I entertained a fantasy of Mark coming to find me - guessing what I had done after going to the villa and finding me gone. But he didn't and I made my way through to the Departures Lounge with a terrible sense of disappointment as my mobile stayed silent. As the plane heaved itself into the sky above Palma I gazed down at the city and the island spread out below me and allowed a few tears to fall. I had arrived full of hope and optimism but I was returning sadder and wiser.

I would throw myself into work on my return and concentrate on my new life. What else could I do?

*

Back in the UK I moved into the new house and took a few days off work to sort out the mess I had somehow created by moving in. The sadness still remained, made worse by the changes I was going through but I shook any depression away and tried to find homes for my belongings in the new house. The knock at the door made me swear as I teetered on top of a stepladder, hoping it wouldn't be someone trying to sell me something. Standing at the door was a delivery man and he held a large package in his arms. "Parcel for you?" he enquired as he thrust it at me.

"I'm not expecting anything," I replied as I racked my brains trying to remember if I had ordered anything on the web.

"Ms Hamilton?"

"Yes, that's me, but I haven't ordered anything."

"Well sign here please. Definitely for you."

I signed and took the parcel from him, surprised at its weight. Closing the door I went in search of scissors and soon I had managed to cut through the heavy padding. Inside was the picture of the Tramuntana mountains I had admired the day when I met Mark. Sinking to my knees in the living room I gave into the emotion that the picture evoked, the tears fallling again as I gazed at the beautiful painting and the wonderful colours, the scene, I now realised, the one visible from Mark's bedroom window.

I realised that the emotions I was hiding were just below the surface but was this Mark's way of apology? If so, it was a form of torture as well for every time I looked at the painting I would be reminded of him.

The second knock at the door took me by surprise and I rose to my feet, running my fingers through my hair and wiping away the tears as I went to answer it. Mark stood on the doorstep, a huge bunch of flowers in his arms and a strange expression of hope mixed with fear on his face.

I stood and gazed him for ages. I took in every inch of his face, his eyes and lips, his hair and the broad sweep of his shoulders. We looked at each other like two wary cats and I smiled at last, my eyes lighting up as I realised what this meant.

"Can I come in?" he asked and I nodded. 

He brushed past me and went into the living room, putting the flowers down and picking up the picture. "I painted this," he said, gazing at me. "To me, this is you, Janie. Your love for me and my love for you."

I felt the tears start again and I looked away from his intense gaze. 

"I realised I loved you the night we ate in the old town. Do you remember?"

I nodded and he went on. "That night we sat and talked was the best night of my life. You eclipsed any other woman I have ever known."

He came towards me and took me in his arms. I nuzzled into his neck and kissed him gently. "Do you know how it felt to see you with Anna?" I asked. "How the hurt ripped through me and tore me apart?"

"I had just told her about her family, Jane. She has been improving with this new psychiatrist and her family want her to go back and live with them until she sorts herself out for good. It was why I went to the UK, to see them and explain why she needed them so badly."

I looked at him and smiled. "You did that for her?"

He nodded. "Yes and healed a rift as well which I wasn't expecting. They haven't talked for 10 years. And then I told her about us..."

"What did she say?"

"She found it difficult to accept at first. I knew she would but when I explained about the need her family have for her and how we would just get back into that rut that we were in years ago she began to see sense. I think she knew that deep down I could never give her what she wanted."  

I gazed at him as he stood there, such a vulnerable look on his handsome features and my heart melted. I had thought he had set out to hurt me but he was trying to smooth our path and make it easy for us to be together. How could I have sent him away in Mallorca? I realised I loved him and needed him, but more importantly trusted him. I now knew he wouldn't let me down and I would never doubt his word again. The feelings between us were so strong and I realised that we had both felt like this almost from our first meeting together but it was a fear of getting hurt that had prevented me from fully accepting what we had.

I felt Mark's arms tighten around me. I could also feel his erection pushing against my leg and I felt that familiar twist of desire again. I needed him so badly now that it hurt.

"Let's go upstairs, Mark," I murmurmed and he didn't hesitate. We made our way to the bedroom and I ignored the mess as we fell onto the bed, our need for each other the only thing we could think of. Mark undid the buttons on my shirt and tugged at my skirt as we lay on the bed. Almost ripping off his shirt, I stroked his chest, loving the feel of his warm skin. He leaned over me and kissed me deeply as we moved together, his cock pressing against my pussy lips through the thin material of my panties. I groaned at his touch and his tongue travelled from my face down to my neck and onto my breasts, my nipples aching for his lips. 

"I want you so much," I moaned as he moved further down my body. "I've never missed anyone like I've missed you. You make me feel so good in every way."

Mark kissed my stomach and the tops of my thighs, tugging my panties off before trailing his fingers over my sensitive mound. I shivered with pleasure as his fingers slowly encircled my vagina and stroked my damp lips. He gently parted them and pushed a finger inside as I groaned. He silenced my groans with a deep kiss and I reached down to take his hard cock in my hand, feeling a drop of pre-cum trembling at the tip.

"Mark, I need you inside me now," I groaned as he looked at me, his eyes dark with the need for me.

He lifted himself off me and with one movement was inside me, filling me up completely and taking away the terrible ache I had felt since he had gone. He thrust into me slowly at first as we gazed at each other, our eyes locked as we moved together, the intense need and the time we had spent apart making the experience somehow better than all the times before. 




All I Want Is You Ch. 03



"Oh Janie, you feel so good," he groaned and I opened my legs wide to bring him in even closer, wrapping them around his waist as he leant down and kissed me, his tongue entwining with mine as we tasted each other.

Soon his movements began to quicken and I felt him harden even more as we approached our climax. This need had been building for so long and he moaned as he thrust in hard and fast, his eyes never leaving my face.

"Oh Janie, I can feel it coming," he groaned and I reached down to rub my clitoris as he drove into me harder. My heart rate was racing and I closed my eyes and moaned as the wonderful feeling started to build within me. With one gasp of pleasure he climaxed and filled me up as I cried out as well, my eyes full of tears at the emotion I was feeling. We kissed deeply again and I buried my head into his shoulder as we finally relaxed and our breathing returned to normal.

"I love you," he said as we hugged. "Janie, all I want is you. Do you believe me now? When I went to the villa and you had gone it hit me how much I needed and loved you. How much you mean to me. I know you need time, but I want you to think about coming to live with me in Mallorca." He looked at me expectantly and with so much hope in his eyes that I shuddered with delight.

I coud feel the emotion between us but hesitated. I had so many commitments and a new life planned. "What about my daughter? She's just starting out on a life of her own but I need to know she'll be happy."

"I need you, Janie. Your daughter is welcome to come as well, you know that, and we can sort something out, but I'm not going to let you go again."

I sighed and relaxed into him as I thought of our life together. Any problems could be worked out but I was sure of my feelings for him. "I love you too, Mark. I want to make you happy."

"You do," he said and held me tight. 

I closed my eyes and drifted away, my thoughts filled with images of the mountains and a special painting. It had brought us together twice. There would be no need for a third time.

The End