Chapter 10
Connor felt as though he were walking on air. It was strange how a retreat gave him a sense of perspective. He was far happier now that he was with Sarah, even if he still had a few more days of treatment. Sorry Dr Julian, I lasted a grand total of three days on my own. But this, being with Sarah, felt right. For a moment he lost himself in a fantasy.
A party, with all of their friends, both new and old. Catching up, dancing, having fun. A whispered conversation "I love you." Hearts full to bursting.
A new home being bought, and arguing over tiles in a hardware store. "I like the rectangles- they'll be more ordered, easier to put together!" "Well I like the hexagons- their so pretty and different! Who else has hexagonal tiles?!" "No one-you know why? Because they're ugly!"
An ultrasound, showing a little tiny body, listening to a fast paced heatbeat. A hand resting on her stomach. Butterfly kicks from inside. A shared glance and a kiss. Joyful.
A ring bought. Not too flashy, she wouldn't like that. A quiet dinner, or maybe a trip to the zoo with a little one in a push chair. One knee- "Will you marry me?". A white dress, a hall. Coming full circle and falling more in love every day.
Connor could almost feel his own cheeks pink as he imagined a life with Sarah. He'd never been able to do that before, imagine a whole story with a woman he loved.
He couldn't wait to start. He smiled more than he had in weeks. It wasn't until the end of the week he realised he hadn't had any more flashbacks or panic attacks since he made things right with Sarah. God, he adored her.
"So, your man is coming home tonight. Got something planned?" Steve had become a great friend in the last few days, along with Rivvon and Kara.
"We're meeting at his- I've pre-ordered takeout, wine and changed his sheets. Thank you again for swapping shifts with me." Sarah smiled shyly. Connor had instructed his doorman to gift Sarah a spare key.
"So long as you have fun, there's no need to thank me. You deserve to be happy, Sarah." He gave her a half hug and went to see to his patients.
Sarah watched the clock, time to go and get ready. She couldn't wait to see him!
He couldn't wait to see her. So much so, that he couldn't wait for the elevator and took the steps two at a time. As he walked in, he saw her. She was beautiful. Wearing some kind of a cocktail dress, her hair cascading down her shoulders. Connor picked her up and twirled her around the room as they laughed.
"I. Have. Missed. You. So. Much." Connor punctuated each word with kisses all over Sarah's face, finishing on her lips.
"I've missed you too, Connor." Sarah held her boyfriend tight, taking in the feel of him, the smell of him while her hips swayed naturally and tantalisingly against Connor.
"To bed then?" He asked, hoping it came across as passionate rather than presumptive. Sarah looked up at him and nodded. The next thing she knew she was being carried into the bedroom and placed on the red silk sheets she'd put on just that morning. Connor stepped back from the bed for a moment, taking in every inch of her. Tonight, there would be no interruptions. He wanted to memorise every detail, the way she propped herself up on one elbow, the sexy smile that drew him in by his cock, the way her legs draped over the other.
"Connor, I'm getting cold…" Connor gave her an almost wolfish smile.
"I'm coming, baby…" Slowly he started from her feet, planting soft kisses on the top of each porcelain foot, pulling off the heels that she probably hadn't been wearing long. From there he worked his way up to her ankles, stroking them with his thumb before kissing them. He could feel goosebumps rise on Sarah's soft skin, heard the arousal in her breathing as he glanced up at her, his lust reflected in her coffee coloured eyes. He moved upwards to her calves, massaging them, feeling the tension of a long day on her feet. He didn't move onto her knees until all of that tension had given way to his clever hands. Connor was near panting as he reached her thighs and began hitching up her dress. He would swear that he can smell her arousal, more addictive than crack or heroin and by God, she wasn't wearing panties… he moaned into her thigh as he released his cock from his pants, trying to relieve some of the pressure, feeling his cock skim the silk. He wondered if being inside her would feel similar. He hitched the dress up higher as Sarah began panting his name.
Her pussy was magnificent, pink and perfect, her clit poking out, her labia wet with arousal, she was gyrating her hips now. Gently he lowered his head and planted a single kiss on her pearl. Sarah moaned with wanton need.
"Don't worry baby, I'll come back to your perfect pussy, once I've finished undressing you." Sarah moved to take off her dress, but he held her wrists for a moment. "It'll be much more explosive if you can wait honey. Trust me, it won't be long…"
Connor returned to his filthy game and Sarah writhed beneath him. He spent time at her hips, moving swiftly to her waist, hiking up her dress as he went. If he went a little faster than before, then Sarah certainly wasn't complaining. He licked along her ribs, forcing little gasps from her throat. How much more of this she could take, she wasn't sure, but then he came to her breasts and Sarah caught a glimpse of his hunger and he suckled one breast, then the other, making his own moaning sounds and shaking as he did. Her legs wrapped around him, her hands tangled in his hair as she felt her body shake until she had her first orgasm of the night… all without him touching her vagina.
"Connor!"
His game collapsed from there as he hungrily moved up to kiss her mouth, bite and suck at her neck. He took a brief moment to strip his own clothes off before he came back to her, feeling his cock begin to rub against her wet pussy, sliding, but not yet entering. Sarah shook, feeling her pussy expand and close. She needed him now, now, now.
With an almost primeval growl he tore himself away, and for a moment Sarah was afraid he'd leave her. She should not have doubted him so as he threw her legs over his shoulders and began to urgently touch, lick and kiss her centre. Sarah's cries rang through the room as Connor practically devoured her whole until all she could say was his name, which she screamed as she came again on Connor's tongue.
As her orgasm settled and Sarah squirmed beneath him, Connor grabbed a condom from the nightstand, ripping the packet and swiftly covering himself.
"Sarah, I need you. Can I make love to you?"
"Yes Connor, yes." Before she had finished her sentence, he was buried to the hilt inside her and they both gasped the others name and staring deep into their very souls. Connor wrapped one hand in Sarah's hair and kissed her gently, letting her get used to his size. The other hand went to her hip, his thumb making calming circular motions. Sarah took the opportunity to run her hands up and down his naked chest. He was so fucking beautiful. Her hips began to move, a signal for Connor to slide out of her and slide back in at a slow, teasing speed, savouring the feel of being part of her. It amazed him how brave women were, to let a man literally inside of her, at her most vulnerable. And though he was biased, he thought Sarah might be the bravest. Slowly, he sped up, both of them moaning together, Sarah's eyes rolling backwards in pure pleasure as she felt Connor brush against that sweet spot inside. She could feel him take note and adjust his angle so he was continuously pleasuring her g-spot.
"Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, you're so fucking gorgeous. You feel so good. I might never stop fucking you darling…" His words brought her closer and closer, until she felt his fingers tease her clit.
"Yes Sarah, come with me Sarah, I'm going to come buried in you darling, come, come, come." Sarah could do nothing more than submit to that dark, commanding voice as they both leaped off the cliff together, Connor roaring her name and Sarah moaning his.
Shortly after, Connor was wrapped around her, spooning her from behind. Sarah had never felt so safe, so cared for. And there was another emotion, she'd never felt it before. Like her heart was lit up from the inside and warming her straight through. Like there were stars in her eyes and the whole world didn't exist. She wondered what the feeling was, but let the rational thoughts go and Connor kissed her neck and whispered sweet nothings in her ear, nibbling at her lobe.
A little later, the lovers pulled themselves apart to eat some of the take out that had arrived shortly before Connor. Connor insisted on Sarah wearing his shirt, the same one she had worn during that thunderstorm, with his family name on her breast.
"Feeling possessive, Connor?" She teased.
"A little bit- what can I say, I don't trust anyone not to try and steal my girl." He twirled a lock of her hair in his finger.
"No one can steal me without my permission, Connor." She rolled her eyes at him. He laughed.
"I know that, babe, which is why I'm not carting you off to Vegas tonight, getting my ring on your finger and a baby in your uterus." Sarah's eyes widened in surprise. Connor leaned close and took her hand in his. "Does that idea excite you, Sarah? Belonging to each other in totality? Does it surprise you that I'm already thinking about a future?" He smiled that slow, sexy smile designed to make women drop their panties. Of course, Sarah's were already down. Before she could comprehend what was happening, Sarah was bent over the kitchen island, Connor having produced a condom from somewhere as he buried himself inside her again. This was unlike last time, it was hard and fast, somehow reaching deeper in this position. Oh dear God, I wish he wasn't wearing protection. I get it now when women say they want his babies.
"Oh right there Connor!!!" her body imploded around him as he gasped her name and flooded the condom. He rubbed her back inside his shirt as he gently pulled out and disposed of the condom, returning to pull her back up into his arms and kissing her. Connor moved the hair from her face, cupping her cheeks in his hands. He smiled at her in wonder.
"I love you, Sarah." Sarah blinked as that warmth filled her again, not the lust but the other, where her heat was like a light bulb. Love, stupid. Tell him.
"I love you too, Connor." She blurted out, and then promptly blushed. She'd never told anyone that before, couldn't even remember saying it to her mother. In truth, she'd never even felt it before. Connor pulled her closer, just holding each other tight, enjoying this special moment and committing it to memory.
