Elton John Fanfic 01 - It Amazes Me

An old-fashioned story where Elton and his wife Renate make the sweetest, deepest love...

(Circa 1987, England.)

Renate paced around the living room, looking frantically for the vacuum cleaner someone misplaced around the house.

"I know it's here! I just saw it last week!" She muttered, looking through every closet in every room now. Her husband Elton would be home any minute and she wanted the house to be spick and span for him.

After she was unable to find it in the closets, she looked under some blankets, behind couches, and in just about every stupid and senseless place she could find for it. However, it was nowhere to be found.

"Ugh, well I hope he's not in a bad mood tonight. I really wanted things to look clean around here." She thought, heading for the feather duster that lied on the fireplace in the next room over. She would dust off the lamps and end tables for them to relax beside as he came home.

Elton finished a show three nights ago in Australia and was coming home for a little break before he went off to do another one, and she wanted his home to be as nice and cozy as possible for him. After all, what did the phrase 'home sweet home' come from anyways?

After dusting off many of the lamps, Renate rushed back to the fireplace and put the feather duster down, then thought of what else she could do next.

"Candles." She thought, realizing there were unlit candles all around her for decoration. Why not put their warm, intimate atmosphere to use? She was feeling a little romantic anyways.

Rushing to the kitchen, she found a lighter in one of the drawers and returned to the candles quickly. As she lit each one, she was paranoid that she might be hearing Elton's footsteps by the front door, waiting to come inside. Pressured, she stepped up her pace even further.

Once the candles were lit, Renate put the lighter back and began working on the couches. They were hairy from the dogs' fur-

"Oh shoot!" She suddenly remembered. I left the dogs outside! She ran to the back door to call his favorite Shepherds in, who were gleefully running and frolicking in the dark grass.

"Bruce!! Brian!! Get back here!" She called for the the young dogs, and they obeyed eagerly.

"Good boys!" Renate praised, petting them as they came inside and licked her cheeks.

"Your Elton's coming home soon, so I'd advise you two rambunctious pups to settle down for him. You know he doesn't like it when you jump on him!" She told the dogs, who looked up at her curiously, wondering if she had a biscuit or something instead. Laughing at their faces, she pet them once again.

The dogs calmed down to snack on some bones while Renate worked on cleaning the living room especially for Elton. She knew the feather duster wouldn't get the fur off the side of the couches, so she grabbed a roll of duct tape in the kitchen to help.

First she carefully placed the tape on every inch of the couch where there was fur, then she ripped the tape off quickly to make sure all the fur came off, similarly to waxing. The trick worked marvelously! After removing the fur, Renate threw the filthy tape pieces away and fixed the pillows on the couch so that they were lying tidily on the couches' corners. Then she went to the laundry room to fetch out a freshly washed, warm blanket over the couch to cuddle in.

An insanely soft, feathery red blanket was waiting in the dryer for her as she opened up the door. Everything smelled of clean, fresh linen and cotton, and Renate couldn't help herself but to bury her face in the comfy, silky surface of the blanket and smell its glory.

"Ahhh, he's gonna love this." Renate muttered, closing the dryer door and walking back to the couch to throw it over. Once the blanket was neatly laid upon the couch, she thought of what else she could do to make their home a little more welcome.

"He'll want some warm coffee to sip as he unwinds probably." Renate decided, hurrying over to the kitchen to prepare a cup. She grabbed his favorite mug, a Watford Football Club design created especially for him for being chairman, and got the coffee machine running with it.

While the coffee was making, Renate realized a close friend left her and Elton a bouquet of red and white roses for their anniversary day recently and it was still sitting in their bedroom. She figured she would bring it downstairs to add a more lovely touch to the the living room coffee table. She bounded up the stairs, remembering he would be home shortly.

To her surprise, when she got upstairs and into their bedroom, the bed was a mess!

"Damn! This whole house is in complete disarray!" She groaned, "I don't remember leaving it like this."

Agitated with all the mess she had to clean, Renate made the bed as fast as she could while not being noticeably sloppy, and folded each corner of the bed skillfully like wrapping a present. Once the bed was made and she adjusted the pillows, she grabbed the flowers that were on their dresser and took them down to the kitchen to change their vase.

She put the old vase in the dishwasher to clean, then grabbed out a beautiful, new heart-shaped vase she bought recently at a French furniture store when she was in Paris recently. It costed nearly a grand, but it was made up of pure crystals and silver lining throughout. She knew he would love its pretty rim glistening along in the light with the luscious roses.

Renate filled the delicate vase up with fresh, warm water and organized the roses carefully so they looked almost professionally arranged. Soon after, the coffee was done, and it was steaming hot. She removed it from the machine and turned it off, then added some sweeteners and such to make it the way Elton loved it.

Picking up the vase and mug, she slowly walked over to the coffee table as to not drop anything and placed the mug down on a coaster. Then she put the flowers on top of the fireplace, but nearby a standing lamp so it would be seen. She closed the blinds and then-

"Hey darling, I'm back!"

Bruce and Brian ran to the front door like their life depended on it, greeting their favorite person the the whole world with many licks and kisses.

"Ohoho, good boys! Did ya miss me!? I missed you! Oh yes I did! I missed your nosy noses sniffing my bum and following me all over the house!" Elton giggled to his faithful companions in a baby-talk manner, something he adopted shortly after owning pets.

Renate walked over to the doorway and leaned against it with a smile, tilting her head and putting a hand on her hip. She silently watched her man play with the dogs for awhile, not even the slightest bit noticing her in the doorway until he began to actually walk through it.

"Oh! Darling, there you are! I didn't even see you there." Elton gasped, then instinctively leaned in and kissed her sweetly on the lips to greet her, "What have you been up to?"

The instant he spoke, he couldn't help but to direct his eyes down on her body. She was wearing a pink and red cooking/cleaning apron, and behind that... was a pretty black mini skirt that fit her curvy hips perfectly. She wore a frilly black top, and a black bow in her hair. She was absolutely irresistibly, stunningly beautiful, and he just couldn't take his eyes off of her body.

"Shhhhhit..." Elton whispered, his breath being taken away, "What's with the gesture?"

Renate felt quite sexy herself, having just prepared the house for her man and fashioned herself in the prettiest clothes available. She desperately hoped that he would be in the mood for some further cooking tonight.

"I don't know, I just feel quite good." Renate grinned, gazing into his handsome eyes. His eyebrows were thick, leaning down into his gaze as he looked back into hers. And his eyelashes were long and charming, which added a touch of satisfaction to her eyes.

Elton leaned in a little closer to her chest- just enough so that her nipples were barely pressed against his body- and smirked.

"Ohhh..." He sighed lowly, lifting up her chin delicately with his hand so that their gazes would match up, "Shall we have a contest to see who can be in the better mood?"

Renate giggled innocently, then closed her eyes to take in warm, longing feeling of her man finally beside her. It felt really relieving. And so sexy.

"Heh, darling..." She opened her eyes, looking at his soft, baby-like chin, "I've been waiting so long for you to come home. I-I've missed you..." She took her long finger and traced his chin back and forth through every curve and bump there was.

Elton wrapped his warm, thick arm around her waist protectively, instinctively.

"I'm... I'm sorry, Renate honey... I won't leave you again, I promise, I'll be good to you. I feel like a horrible husband." He tightened his grip around her until their hearts felt in sync.

"Elton!" Renate softly gasped, excusing herself from his grip, "You are not a bad man. I love you! Get that out of your mind." She looked at him with an intense, yet soft-loving gaze. She was attentive to his needs like a mother is to her baby.

"Well... I sure as hell missed you too... and I'm happy to be home again." He looked around the beautiful house and began to take notice of the cleanliness of it.

"Hey..." Elton sniffed the air like a dog, "What's that fabulous smell?"

Renate jumped in an instant, remembering the living room she had prepared for them.

"Follow me; I hooked you up real good." She beamed, trotting off into a separate room.

A moment later, Renate showed Elton the exceptional living room.

"My goodness, baby, what's with all this... romance?" Elton's eyes widened at the candles, the beautiful roses and vase, and the delicious coffee waiting for him on the coffee table. He glanced over at Renate, and suddenly, he totally got the hint.

Elton chuckled embarrassingly, "Sweetie..." He bit his lip, then looked at the floor in a slight trance, waiting for his thoughts to come, "At least let me get my shoes off." With a smile, Elton walked back into the front room to take off his shoes... and to process the fact that his lady was so driven for his love!

When Elton returned, he found Renate already sitting on the couch with a cozy blanket wrapped around her, and her apron on the floor. He couldn't help but get a little aroused at the sight.

Renate heard him entering, and turned around with a lustful grin he hadn't seen on her face before.

"I was hoping you weren't feeling too exhausted from the shows tonight." She said.

Elton scratched his head nervously, but tried to cool off- he was actually crazy about this assertive side in her.

"Oh, I'm quite alright, babe." His hand reached down now to scratch his neck, "I mean, I'm not just gonna reject an open invitation like this anyway." He trotted over to the loveseat in a slightly cocky manner, and plopped down beside Renate so hard the cushions nearly sunk to the floor. He then spread his legs open- the typical way men do- got himself situated under the blanket, and stretched out to get comfortable.

"My my, what do we have here?" He grinned, reaching over for his coffee. It was still very warm and smelled so sweet and creamy. He took a long sip of it.

Renate watched attentively as Elton put the mug repeatedly up and down from his soft, wet, pink lips while he drank. She craved the smell of the coffee, the way he gazed down as his lips pressed firmly against the mug for another sip. He had long, dark eyelashes and round cheeks; looking undeniably hot the way he handled the mug in his square, rough hands.

By the time Renate escaped from her vivid stare, Elton had gulped down all his coffee and wiped the residue from his face onto the back of his hand. He took a long sigh to de-stress every other thought out of his mind, then turned to face the beautiful woman beside him.

"That coffee was very good, thank you." He smiled instinctively, knowing she could not resist his politeness.

"O-oh you're welcome..." Renate licked her lips, almost as if she drank an entire cup of coffee herself- but it was just the thirst she had for his love dehydrating her instead.

Elton jumped a tad, "Why are you looking at me like that, darling?"

"Looking like what?" Renate backed up, realizing moments later that she had been drooling down her lap as her mouth gaped open. No wonder she felt so dehydrated.

"Here, let me help you..." Elton chuckled, swinging his legs over onto the couch and scooting closer to Renate. He reached out and touched her forearm so gently; it felt like a sweet, silky feather had just graced her.

"Ugh..." Renate licked the drool from her lips and looked down into her man's lap, feeling drowsy. It seemed as if the instant his arms had a hold of her, she was his victim.

Elton pulled his girl to his warm chest with one arm, then took his other arm and swung her delicate legs onto his lap, curling them behind his waist. He could feel her feet lock securely behind him, preparing for the ride. Once he had her as close as possible to his body, he leaned in and starting his lovin'...

"Mmmmm Elton don't do that!!" Renate squealed, feeling his soft, loving kisses upon the smoothness of her neck.

"Smmooooooocchhh..." You could hear him kiss her all over; fiery with irreplaceable passion like his wild Aries sign. Drained, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back from the force- feeling his head beat down into her neck. But she didn't realize the joy he was having, too- feeling her heart throb through her neck and the lumps as she swallowed- it was like he could get an in-depth view of her inner body like a doctor, but without actually going inside her.

"Mmmpphh..." Renate moaned, trying to swallow, but he was biting her neck. His wet, sharp square teeth pressed down into the flesh of her skin, leaving little trails of his love marks along the way... sucking, kissing, until red bruises from her chin to her chest had begun to appear. With the swelling, Renate could feel his warm, pleasant saliva from his mouth ooze down the curves of her fragile neck and melting into her shirt like tears. Again, she tried to moan and swallow, but he was directly over the bones in her throat. She began thinking about the fact that if this man was purely evil, he could snap her neck and leave her lifeless in a second, but instead he embraced her body to the core...

"How's that...?" Elton's breathy voice flowed closer to Renate's ear. He was beside her little cheek now.

"Is it... my turn...?" Renate beamed, finally able to swallow her extra-salivating mouth now.

"My bad..." Elton chuckled, holding her neck and cheek gently in the palms of his hands still, "I should've known ladies went first."

Elton tried to let go of her head when Renate firmly grabbed his arms for a refusal.

"No no..." She mumbled, "Your arms stay here; up." She giggled with delight, the looked down towards his belly, "And my hands go here; down."

Elton blushed, feeling like a little kid. He obeyed his wife's orders however, making love to her cheeks and giving her a sexy ear nibble, breathing his longing, hot air down the collar of her shirt to her spine.

As he kissed her ears and neck, he could feel his shirt slowly being unbuttoned by the woman in front of him. The cooler outside air hit his chest for a brief moment, but then it was safely met by the sweat of his thick, hairy chest. He felt so hot now.

"Heh..." Elton faintly whispered. He wasn't much of a moaner, but he couldn't help himself a little. Renate picked up on his groaning, his mumbling, his sighing and breathing... he was right beside her ears, making every little valuable sound of love sound so elegantly surreal.

"I love this..." Renate smiled, soaking in the intensity of the lovely aroma as she undressed her man's chest to the nude. His bigger body generated so much damp heat like a old but trusty heater. She couldn't help but to press her fingers gently across the base of his toasty chest, and trace through the wetness of the sweat caught between his precious hair.

"And I love you..." Elton snickered playfully, immediately closing his eyes after to drown in her vigorous love. He knew she was smiling ear to ear, he didn't have to see it because he could feel it through the radiant energy between their love making.

Elton's hands had wandered down eventually to Renate's apron and shirt, where he then felt obligated to undress her from there as well. Careful not to tear her shirt, he took the apron in his rough palms and pulled it down her shoulders, then gently to her waist. But it wasn't long before he realized that the only way this apron was coming off her, was with the skirt as well.

Chuckling early to himself like a virgin schoolboy, Elton acted as though he had never seen his wife's naked body before.

"Come on, darling, lean back..." He advised, pushing the willing Renate down onto her back and into the cushions of the plushy little loveseat. In control now, Elton caressed the woman's ankles, picking them up sweetly and placing them over his shoulders. Once her legs rested on him, he looked across the couch at the tinier, tender lady he was ready to love in his deepest ways. There would be no mediocre lovin' tolerated in this house.

Elton pulled the thin apron and skirt down the curves of her hips, thighs and calves, until they slipped off her body and were tossed to the side. He then reached his big hands for the tips of her cute pink lingerie, which forced his lower body to race with tension as he discovered her dark, wet spots through the fabric.

"Damn... " He thought. She really was deprived of his loving for so long.

As he revealed her gorgeous, tempting, alluring body behind the lingerie, he moved up to her chest undress the rest of her. Just ready to pull off that frilly little top- but to his surprise, she had already met him there- topless.

"Huh...?" Elton mumbled, realizing perhaps he was too into what was between her legs than noticing the fact that she had undressed the rest for him. He really was like schoolboy all along.

"What are you waiting for!?" Renate suddenly jumped up, reaching for his slim waist with the biggest, girliest smile. He swore her cheeks turned pink like flowers, too!

"You don't suppose you're going to undress me the same way I did to you, do you?" Elton grinned, looking down to where Renate's teeny fingers grabbed the brim of his pants along his waist eagerly.

Renate gulped, but didn't really answer him. She just pushed him back over to a pillow, skimming through the whole undressing part unlike the attentive Elton.

When Renate reached his underwear, she then answered the pending question.

"I really... just... I just want to touch you all over..." She moaned, stretching the underwear down his legs and slipping them off his feet, along with his black, wool socks. She wasn't so focused on his crotch- for a woman, the goal was the overall package of his body, not a package within the package. It was something Elton- and most men- had to work on a little further.

"Ugh..." Elton grunted, feeling suddenly very vulnerable in a way he liked, sitting naked with another exposed body he loved. Renate pulled over on top of him, stretching out and pressing her lithe breasts across his hairy, manly chest. This suddenly made Elton feel very sexy and needed, and he pulled his thick, hairy arms across her back and neck to have a kiss. He began felt her vulva on his tip, where it was much too warm and wet already.

"Ughhhh..." Elton grunted a second time, suprised with his vocalizations. He bit his lip and tried to quiet down, for as a stubborn Aries he felt it was unnecessary. Renate, on the other hand, was utterly determined to hear this man cry before her- she needed him to beg, to scream, to get on his knees and plead louder than a baby crying for his mother's milk...

"Go ahead..." Renate gasped as they started to kiss each others precious lips, "Moan for me..."