"Please stop fussing," I shouted, as I pulled my first-aid kit from the bathroom closet. The raised voices from my kitchen stopped and I walked back into the room. The twins stood in front of my open freezer, Connor with a packaged T-bone in his hand and Murphy with a bag of fresh, frozen niblets. I arched an eyebrow, "Are you planning to make me dinner?" I asked, as I set the kit on the counter.
"Ye need to get something on that eye, lass," Connor said, waving the frozen steak at me.
I laughed a little, "Please put my groceries back in there. On the door, there's an eyemask that I use when I get a headache." They both turned and saw the green mask complete with a headstrap. Connor snatched it and thrust his steak into Murphy's chest. Murphy took them both and returned them to the freezer as Connor came towards me with the mask. I adjusted it over one eye, then made them both sit down and face me. They had come out of the fight no worse for wear. Just a few skinned knuckles but I intended to clean them up all the same. Wouldn't my face be red if my boys couldn't take down little Yaka because they caught a staph infection?
I could still feel their bodies thrumming under my hands and I smiled to myself thinking how great it was that some things never changed. I cleaned tiny flaps of skin on their fingers with alcohol wipes and lathered on Neosporin. It wasn't even enough to bandage. "Nothing like the old days, eh, lass?" Connor asked as I was finishing up with Murphy's left hand.
I laughed in my throat. "No," I said, "good to see that you two have stopped treating with a steam iron."
"Haven't needed to," Murphy said as he winced at the sting of the alcohol.
I shook my head, taking stronger hold of his hand, "You're worse than Seth," I giggled, "hold still, I'm almost done."
"Sweatin' like a pig," Connor said, abruptly. I inhaled deeply and I could, in fact, smell the heat coming off of him, and my nethers twitched a little in response.
"Yup," I agreed, my voice a little deeper than it was, as I applied antiseptic to Murphy's hands.
"Hate t' ask, lass, but don't suppose I could grab a shower since we're here?" I felt Murphy's hand tense in my own and as I glanced up at him, I saw him glaring at Connor.
"Oh hell, yeah," I said, arching an eyebrow, "sorry, I hadn't even thought to offer. Sure, come with me," I hopped off of the stool, dropped my eyemask onto the counter, pecked Murphy on the cheek, and took Connor's hand, leading him up the stairs to the guest bathroom. His hand slid out of mine before I hit the second floor landing and I stopped to look back.
His eyes were downcast. "Ye still have quite the arse on ye, lass," he said, grinning up at me.
I felt my face flush as I turned from him and continued up the steps. "Shut up," I said, smiling.
"Are ye blushing?"
"Shut up," I repeated as I turned into the bathroom, flicking on the lights. I stepped in, snapping the curtain back making sure it was presentable, then pulling towels from the cupboard. I looked up and Connor stood, shirtless in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame and my breath caught.
"Ye've not lost it, lass. Yer walk, yer smile. Still get me hard just looking at yer mouth."
"Stop," I said, shaking my head, my voice catching, a sob in my throat, as I turned away, dropping towels on the closed toilet.
"Ye are getting red," he said, his voice quizzical, as he moved forward. "Never made ye blush before."
"Not true," I said, raising a finger. "You used to make me blush all the time."
"This is different," he said, his hand on my hip, stilling me as he turned me to face him.
"Leave it alone, Connor," I said, turning away from him.
"Lass?" he said, pressing his body against mine from behind, his arms over my shoulders, crisscrossing his forearms across my chest, holding me close, his face alongside mine. "What is it?"
I sighed, deeply, my body melting against his. Even after all this time, he could still read me like a book and leaning against him, I felt my calm return. "Nothing," I said, my hands cupping around his forearms.
"Bullshit," he said, kissing my ear. "What did I say that has ye near sobbin?"
I laughed a little. "Just been…a while." I felt him tense behind me.
"Fer what?"
I shook my head. "Since I felt…"I trailed off, that was gonna open up a whole conversation I didn't want to have. "Forget it," I said, rubbing my hand up and down his arm, his arms loosened and I took a step forward. His fingers on my shoulders stilled me, his thumbs working in small circles just inside of my shoulderblades. I sighed, my neck rolling to one side, my back arching, pressing my ass against him. His hands worked in, one hand over my throat, the other across the back of my neck, his thumbs a constant pressure as his fingers crept up into my hair and over my mouth. I felt my thighs heat up and my nethers clench. "Connor," I breathed, as I slid my hands up his arm, pressing his fingers against my lips one by one. I felt him smile against my neck as he kissed lightly down the slope of my shoulder, slowly pulling my shirt to one side, nipping at my skin gently as he made his way down.
"Take off yer shirt, lass," he whispered, his breath warm and moist against me. My hands moved all on their own to the hem of the tshirt I was wearing and pulled it up over my head. His fingers played over my bare skin, leaving fire in their wake, down my arms, over my belly, to my sides, where he took hold of me and turned me to face him, pressing me back against the counter, the finish a cold shock against my naked back.
His mouth closed over mine, his kiss insistent, but slow, his eyes open, meeting mine. I whined into him as he worked the clasp on my bra, opening it with a little more trouble than I remembered him ever having before and I almost smiled. My bra came loose and he dragged it down my arms, the slow movement of the satiny material almost unbearable. He took both of my hands in his and pulled them out away from my body as his mouth broke away from mine. He stepped back, looking down at my body. I pulled against him, instinctively wanting to cover the extra weight, the less-than-perky breasts, but Connor wasn't having it. His grip on my wrists doubled as he went to his knees in front of me.
His chest pressed against my legs as he moved in on me. His face against my breasts, rubbing, like a cat, scenting. His lips settled in between them, kissing and licking, his facial hair prickling pleasantly. I arched towards him, pressing him backwards, but his mouth never left my skin. He moved down slowly, over my protruding stomach, his tongue making circles around my belly button. His lips moved over my knife wound, then below it, just above the waist of my pants. Over to one side, tracing over my ribs, then up to my breasts.
He released my wrists, gliding his hands to my chest, taking a breast in each hand. Massaging one, he held the other, rubbing his thumb back and forth over my nipple and it hardened under his touch so much it was almost painful. He took it between his teeth, holding it and flicking his tongue over it, and it felt so good I could have cried. My fingers tangled in his hair as I begged him 'don't stop'. He made a full mouthed negative sound, and I smiled. He moved to the other breast repeating the treatment and I was soaked and all I wanted was to get out of my pants.
He read my mind, same as he always had, and slowly slid his hands down to my waist, dragging my pants off of my hips, inching them down my legs, the sensation by itself was intoxicating and combined with the work his mouth was doing on my breasts, I may as well have been intoxicated off my ass.
My pants pooled at my feet, and he released my breast, setting his chin against my belly, looking up at me between my boobs as his hands slid over the skin of my calves, lifting one foot out of my clothes, then the other. I smiled down at him, my fingers running through his hair. "You're not gonna get showered like this, Conn."
He grinned that mischievous grin and I shivered. His hands tracked back up my legs, over my hips and settled on the counter on either side of my body as he pulled away from me. I whined in protest, until he stood up, pressing his body against the length of mine. He kissed my mouth softly as his hands moved back to my hips, then spun me away from him, turning me to fully face the mirror. I self-consciously crossed my arms in front of me again. Connor ran his hands over the bare skin of my arms, and while suckling my earlobe, he gently took my wrists in his hands and pulled my arms away again. "Aye, lass," he said around my earlobe, as his calloused hands glided back up my arms, traced over my shoulders, then up my neck, dragging an uneven fingernail along my skin, bringing goosebumps in it's wake.
His lips made soft contact where my shoulder met my neck and set a brushfire in my blood. I shivered. I felt him smile against my skin and I rolled my eyes, "Shut up," I breathed.
His hands caressed down my sides, over the swell of my hips, around to my belly, stroking, then back to my hips as his ground into mine, pressing me almost painfully into the counter. My fingers arched against the cool tile of the counter as his mouth once again found the skin at the back of my neck. He softly and slowly kissed down my spine, lowering himself to his knees. I heard myself growl as his lips passed over my tattoo.
He paused, breathing against my hot spot, "Ah, I remember this spot, lass," he said, kissing just above it. "I remember how ye'd be instantly wet if I touched it," he said, kissing an inch to the left of it. "The way ye'd push back at me if I even got close to it," he said, kissing just to the right of it, as my eyes closed and I arched my back. "How ye'd howl if I put my mouth to it," he said, licking just below it, his nose almost touching it. "I missed this spot, lass. I loved this spot."
I licked my lips and sighed, "I missed you, too, Connor." His fingers clamped hard into my hips as his open soft mouth and tongue landed on the one spot on my body that had always been my undoing and I shrieked, my toes curled, and my back arched.
He leaned his forehead hard into my spine as he continued making out with the skin at the small of my back, holding me in place against the counter. My knees were already shaking when his hand slid between my thighs and knuckled my clit through my damp panties. I mewled.
With no warning, he was back on his feet, his hands hard on my hips as he lifted me forward onto the counter. My exposed nipples hadn't even finished reacting to the frigid tile before my panties were gone. I heard his jeans hit the floor behind me as he grabbed my hips again, pulling me back to him. I could feel the pulse through his member…way too low to be of any use to either of us.
Had I mentioned this was the bathroom the husband used and that he is, as Murphy so delicately put it, 'a big bastard' and the counter was correspondingly very high? Not that this was an obstacle for Connor. I felt him pulling me down, sliding me onto his hard cock, filling me an inch at a time and I shuddered, unable to catch my breath. His hands settled lower on my hips and he started moving me up and down on him, slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed. I tried to draw a breath to call his name, but found that I couldn't. The height of the counter and his angle had my diaphragm pressed hard into the edge and I couldn't get my lungs to expand. I could feel my face going red and spots started to collect in my vision as Connor's pace became more frantic.
I groaned, silently, as I pulled myself back up onto the counter and off of him. A pained noise escaped him as I finally got into a position to take a deep breath. "Lass?"
"Couldn't breathe," I panted, looking back over my shoulder at him. "Bed. Let's get into bed."
His only response was to flip me onto my back on the counter, pull me off the edge, and slide me down onto him again, the feeling all the more exquisite this time as my clit snugged up against his pubic bone. I moaned, calling his name. I braced my elbows against the counter as my legs slid around his hips. He thrusted hard into me, three, four, five times, each time a little less deep than the last. I pulled him to me with my legs, encouraging him to deepen his thrusts, he did a small shuffle step, then continued again. Five, six, seven times, until he started to slide out again. "Connor?" I asked my voice, quiet, as I watched frustration cross his features. "What-"
"Why have ye not got floor mats, lass? I can't keep my feet under me."
I laughed out loud until he stepped forward again, entering me fully, and the laughter died in my throat. "Connor," I whined. "Let's just get into bed."
He sighed, dropping his head, as he withdrew, pushing me back onto the counter. "I can't."
I felt my brow furrow and my hands crossed over my body again, self-consciously. "Can't?" I asked.
"No, lass," he said, taking my wrists again and baring me to his eyes. "Ye are beautiful. And I want ye. Badly. Worse than I can ever remember, but…" he trailed off.
"But?" I asked him, touching his chest, my fingers tangling in his chest hair.
"I can't…take ye…in yer bed. Where... Ye sleep with yer husband in that bed, lass."
I smiled, shaking my head at him. "Connor?" I began, running my hands up his chest, cupping his face and tilting his chin so he could meet my eyes. "The house? Has four bedrooms."
His face lit up, like a kid's on Christmas morning. "Truly?"
I laughed and nodded, "Aye."
He leaned forward and slung me onto his shoulder, smacked my bare ass with an open hand, "Which way, then?"
I giggled, "Out the door, turn right, second door on the right."
He followed my directions and practically kicked in the door. Once he set me on the ground, it was on. My hands were in his hair as I crushed his lips to mine. One of his hands found my nipple, tweaking, and the other found my clit again, plucking the hyperactive little bundle of nerves like a guitar string. I was moaning against his mouth as we stumbled back until my knees hit the edge of the bed and I dropped onto my ass on the bedspread. His hands went under my arms and practically flung me back into the center of the mattress. Then he was on top of me.
My breath left as the heat of his body pressed in on mine. His mouth fell to my breasts biting, suckling. His hand trailed down my belly to my damp slit, sliding his middle and index finger into me as his thumb went to work on my clit. My body started to shiver as I felt the orgasm building. My hands found his back and did my very best to rip him to shreds as I cried out his name over and over again. His mouth left my breast and found my neck. He licked up and down my throat, exhaling warm heat over the dampness. "Oh, Jesus,Connor, yeah, that's it, right there."
His fingers split from each other just then, scissoring back and forth inside of me and I came undone, a scream ripping from my throat as my back arched, by entire body tensed and quivering. I was still shaking, when he withdrew his fingers, bringing them to my neck, inhaling deeply. "I'd forgotten the smell of ye, lass."
I tried to smile, but his mouth closed over mine as he slid an arm under my hips, lifting me from the bed slightly. I still hadn't stopped shaking, when he lined up and slammed into me, my breath coming in pants and my legs spasming around his hips. He laid down on top of me, pressing me hard into the mattress as he thrust in and out of me, holding my hips tight to his own, his stomach muscles clenching and unclenching against my belly. "Aw, lass," he sighed against my neck.
My hands instinctively clenched in the sheets at my side as I bucked my hips to meet his thrusts. "Oh, God, Connor," I cried against his shoulder.
"Touch me, lass. Put yer hands on me," he grunted as he continued his assault. I slid my fingers over his arms, feeling the strength there, then around the back of his neck, teasing the short hair at the nape. I left one hand, tangled in his hair, as my other reached under his arm then ran up and down his back.
He readjusted his arm underneath me just then, changing his angle inside of me, and my legs went around his hips, sharpening the contact, squeezing him to me, opening myself up more as he penetrated deeper and deeper. My cries were rising in pitch and volume, thrust after glorious thrust, until I could feel the rise of another orgasm. His pace was becoming uncontrolled and I knew he was just as close as I was. I slid my fingers into his hair and forced him to meet my eyes, his face had changed, but the eyes were exactly the same. And I owed the man behind those eyes. I bit my lips to stifle my cries as his body went tense with impending release. "I've never stopped loving you, Connor."
His eyes went wide and he thrust one final time, hard enough to press my body further into the pillow-top. The knot of pleasure that had been swelling in my belly exploded and I screamed and he came above me with a cry of his own, before his body went limp and collapsed on top of me. Our breathing was rapid and shallow and I didn't even have the energy to unwrap my legs from his waist. He removed his arm from under my hips and I felt him slide out of me. He placed his elbows on either side of my head and kissed me gently. Tenderly. Beautifully. He rolled off of me, sliding one arm under my head as he gathered me to his chest, taking my hand in his and kissing my fingertips one by one. "I love ye, as well, lass. Never stopped. Never will."
He was decent enough not to mention the steady stream of salt water pouring out of my eyes and onto his chest although he had to have noticed it.