Chapter Eight: Climax
"Love you, too." Sawyer mumbled into her ear. "Feel like christening that shower, Mrs. Ford?"
"Thought you'd never ask, Mr. Cortez." He smirked at her as he picked her up, hoisting her around his waist, carrying her into the bathroom.
"Think you're just a smidge over dressed, sugar," he growled into her ear, sending shivers down her back. She pulled away and it took most of James' self-control not to pull her back to him as she turned her back to him and lost the rest of her clothing.
"Come on, James; you're gonna scrub my back," Ana said, hopping into the shower and turning the water on.
"Oh, Im'a do more'n that, Annie." From behind, Sawyer gave her a devious look she couldn't see.
"Well, come on, then…less talk, more action!" Ana said, almost teasingly.
And just like that, he was in the shower and less than a moment later they're under the spray of the shower, kissing her as if he'll die if he stops. When she pulls away, he groaned softly.
"'samatter?" he asked, his eyes roaming in a slow, deliberate, leisurely way up and down Ana's body, committing every curve on her body to visual memory. She kissed his neck, lightly scratching at his back, drawing him out of his reverie.
"Miss me much?" Sawyer shuddered involuntarily.
"Gah, more than you know, baby; you keep doin' that to my back and we might never get to the actual rompin'." Sawyer said, a smirk crossing his features.
"Then show me, Cowboy," Ana said, nibbling on his lip, "just how much you missed me."
Sawyer pinned her to the wall opposite the shower's spray, kissing her harder than normal to distract her from any discomfort as he slid into her, moaning at the sudden sensation of surrounding heat below the 'belt'.
"Seems you missed me as much as I missed you, Rambina." Sawyer moaned, nipping at Ana's earlobe. He gasped when he felt Ana's legs tighten around his waist.
"You have no idea," she rasped, biting his neck and rocking against him.
"'ma do this right; hope you can handle it, sugar," Sawyer groaned, nipping at Ana's shoulder before trailing a slow, sensual chain of kisses further down her torso, stopping to pay specially detailed attention to Ana's breasts.
"Ohhh, god…" a whispered moan escaped the Latina, arched against Sawyer, her face turned to the ceiling.
"Just you wait till I get a lil further south o' the border…" Sawyer's breath was hot against Ana's chest as he nipped at one of her hardened nipples, pinching it slightly with his teeth, simultaneously swirling his tongue against it.
Ana pulled him closer to her, rocking harder against him, gasping, "Harder, Sawye…more…." Between heavy pants.
Sawyer's hips bucked against hers, just hard enough to draw breathy gasps and husky moans from Ana, all the while nipping more aggressively at the nipples of both her breasts.
"Yeah…like that," Ana moaned, clenching her muscles, forcing him to thrust harder.
Sawyer's teeth moved towards the valley between her breasts, nipping at the fleshier regions of the breasts of the woman he'd fallen so madly in love with. Elsewhere, the couple's breathing was becoming heavier, more laborious, as sawyer's thrusts became more and more aggressive.
Ana's hands clenched onto his shoulders, panting heavily, pulling at his hair, desperately seeking his mouth, groaning as his hands knead into her ass.
Their mouths met in a searing, heated kiss. The harder Ana pulled on his hair, the harder Sawyer thrust into her. Not ending the embrace, Sawyer moved them from the wall and under the spray of the searing water, one hand knotting itself in her tangled hair.
Ana gasped sharply at the feeling of the water sliding down her back, across her breasts, where mere moments ago Sawyer's tongue had been teasing her into pleasure. She moaned again when she felt Sawyer begin moving again; this time harder, faster, and more vigorously. She felt lost, in another world—a world of pleasure…
He pulled away from their embrace just far enough to speak against her lips, despite her incessant continuation of their kisses through his words.
"How you doin', 'ere, Luce?"
"Like I'm on fire…don't stop, don't ev…" her words stopped abruptly as Ana shuddered and arched against Sawyer's still-engorged self. Panting, she began again. "A little more; almost there. I won't break, James…more, please, just…" She could feel it beginning, from the crown of her head right down to the tips of her toes. "Sawyer."
The delicious feeling made her muscles clench harder around him, almost painfully as she cried out the need she felt, her want. Hearing Ana calling out his name in that specific way moved something in him. Something carnal.
That something took over him as he moved them back to their place on the shower wall, supporting both their weights with one arm propped against the wall; the other supporting Ana's neck, despite her head lying against his shoulder, her breaths short and panted. Their hips met again as Sawyer's thrusts became harder and harder, almost bruising.
Ana's toes curled and her hips bucked, moving relentlessly. Her walls fluttered, closing tightly around James and pulling him in deeper. Her nipples grew hard again and puckered tightly, and her eyes clenched shut. This was too much, she was going to explode. He kept slamming into her, driving her over the edge. Her eyes opened and she saw him—really saw him. What she saw made her heart soar.
She loved him.
She was his…
…he was hers.
That was all it took, just a few more thrusts.
Thrusts began following one after another, so closely it was almost as if it were one perpetual thrust. His teeth moved back to Ana's breasts, nipping and sucking at the softer inner curves of her breasts. Ana's hands pressed against his head, never once leaving his hair, pressing his head so that her heartbeat was practically inside his mind. He was nipping and sucking at one of her nipples when it happened.
"Oh…uh…Sawyer." Her voice boomed throughout the room as her body seized and spasmed. Her breath was gone, with her hands still in his hair. Her back arched and she moaned. It was wonderful…she let herself go as her orgasm consumed her completely.
He followed close behind, mere nanoseconds later, as if his getting her off in itself got him off. He sank to the floor, his back against the wall of the shower, holding Ana to him, holding onto her for seeming dear life. As their orgasms gradually subsided after what felt like an eternity, she seemed to go limp in his arms, the tension that had consumed her at the start of the day now gone.
Ana nuzzled his neck, almost catlike. She sighed and smiled against Sawyer's neck, too spent to move.
"Te amo."
"I love you, too, chica," Sawyer sighed into her hair.
They stayed there, curled against each other in the corner of the shower until the water runs icy, at which point only Sawyer is able to summon the energy to move; with a grunt of scraped-up energy, he lifted Ana-Lucia into his arms and carried her to his—their?—bed, lying there beside her for a while, just watching her, his hand softly rubbing the barely-there baby belly she had.
Ana closed her eyes, sinking down further into the pillow.
"That was nice…"
"I love you, Ana."
"I know…" she said softly. "Now, come on, go get started on my chicken!" she laughed.
"Only if ya come with me, Chachi…" he said, kissing her shoulder, "ain't gon' take us too long to season it and get it into the oven…hell who knows, maybe we could kill one of those dozen bottles of Bordeaux wine before we eat.
"Okay, cowboy…you got a shirt I can wear or somethin'? 's gotta be long enough to cover my ass, though." Ana asked, sitting up begrudgingly.
He smiled at her deviously
"What, you're not gonna give me a shirt, cowboy? Neighbors might get a show…" Sawyer only smirked at her.
"I was thinkin' more like you in this here sheet…less work to get it off later," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice as Ana looked down and shook her head in protest.
"I don't think so, I might burn the place down. And—well, I—I wouldn't be decent in front of firefighters in 'this here sheet'." Ana's cheeks turned a nervous shade of pink.
"Who says you're gonna be sittin' by the stove? The island across from the stovetop ain't nothin' but that—counter space."
"So you're gonna do all the work, then?" she asked in an amused tone. "I like that…already got you whipped.
"Aint takin' no chances on you hurtin' y'self or my baby," Sawyer said, kissing her, "I'ma teach you ta cook someday with out startin' a fire."
"I might look cute in a toga…" she said, grabbing the sheet from the bed, wrapping it around herself.
"You'd look better in absolutely nothin'," Sawyer said under his breath.
"I heard that." Ana said, cocking her head to the side.
"Good, good…you were s'posed to." Sawyer said, poking his head back into the room.
"Yeah, uh-huh." Ana snickered, shaking her head.
"Hell, I'd rather see ya in nothin' than most anything."
"Yeah?" a shit-eater grin crossed sawyer's face. "Maybe later. After you feed me and your child."
"You ever thought about this kinda thing?" Sawyer asked, rifling through drawers and cabinets. "Kids, I mean?" Ana was quiet for a moment before softly answering.
"Yeah, once…" She said, staring down at the floor. Sawyer turned from the cabinet he'd been digging in, noticing that Ana had fallen unusually quiet.
"Y'know, ya don't have to talk about this if you don't wanna…" he said, walking over to her and gently lifting her up on to the island counter.
"Yeah, maybe later," Ana said, smiling sadly. Sawyer lifted her chin so she was looking at him, and he kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Whenever you wanna. Ain't no rush, chica," he said before kissing her again. She pulled him into an unexpected hug.
"Thank you." She whispered before kissing him back. He held her there for a few moments, before the sound of Ana's rumbling stomach caused them to part, laughing.
"Any partic'lar seasonin' that tickles yer taste buds, muchacha?"
"Just some salt, paprika, onion, chili, garlic, mustard, thyme, oregano, and annatto."
"Thank god! A woman who knows her seasonin's!" Sawyer crowed, pulling a small smile across Ana's lips.
"Mom's a really good cook…tried to teach me when I was younger, but she was always working so she only managed get me to be able to do instant shit, boil water and make coffee." Ana said, laughing.
At this point, Sawyer had the dish in the oven, set to bake for 3 hours at three hundred-fifty degrees.
"What you wanna do now, chica?" Sawyer drawled, leaning against the island, one hand on either side of Ana's hips.
"Relax…I've been thinkin'," Ana said, running her lips lightly over his. "Living arrangements…"
"Mmm," Sawyer moaned into the kiss Ana had initiated, "Do I wanna know, or 're you gonna try an' get a restrainin' order against me 'r somethin', muchacha?"
"Why would I do that? I meant that if we're going to, you know, get married, what are we going to do, as far as staying in one place?" Ana laughed as she spoke.
"Where you stayin, Chiquita?" Sawyer asked softly, laughing.
"Couple blocks from here; nice neighborhood. Two story house, 4 bedroom, 3 baths; a big backyard, pool…my mom helped pick it out."
"Which one you like more, yours 'r here?" Ana shrugged.
"We have enough time to decide…you could see it tomorrow if you wanted." Ana said, shrugging.
"Only if yer plannin' on stayin' over night," Sawyer said, kissing her softly and nipping her lip.
"Wasn't plannin' on leavin', James…"
"You wanna go try out tha bed of mine, Lucy Lulu?" Sawyer murmured in her ear.
"Thought we were s'posed to be cookin'……?"
"Food's in the oven, gorgeous…"
"Let's go, then," Ana said, moving to walk past him. As she passed, he grabbed the edge of the sheet just hard enough to spin her out of the sheet and she wound up in his arms."
"Oh, shit…" she was cut off by Sawyer's tongue teasing her own as he picked her up and carried her to the bed, pulling the sheets over them.
"That tickles! Sawyer!" the sound of Ana's laughter roused the animal that had been exposed earlier in the shower. James kissed her to silence her.
Ana rolled them until she was on top of him, tracing his nipple with her fingernail, making Sawyer grunt.
"You like that?" she asked, her voice raw as she bit its twin.
"God, you're a vengeful Rambina, ain'tcha?" Sawyer groaned, knotting his hands in Ana's hair. She smiled against his skin, licking and kissing her way down to his belly button before he pulled her back up to him. Sawyer kissed her soundly before moving on to her neck and sucking on it.
"Hope you don't mind a hickey or two, Annie."
"My mom might…" it came out as a moan, one which revealed just how aroused she truly was.
"Then we'll just have to make sure it's somewhere she cant see when you're fully clothed, eh, mi amore?" Sawyer said as Ana's hands moved back into his hair.
"Whatever you say…" Ana sighed. Sawyer's fingers left her shoulder, trailing down over her chest before settling on a spot just to the left of her navel.
"How 'bout right…here?" he asked, nipping lightly at the fatty flesh.
"Doc might ask about that, though," Ana groaned, though she nodded just the same.
"Ya don't go back for another month, right?" She nodded, "should be gone by then…"
"Go for it, then," Ana said, laying on her back as Sawyer nipped and sucked at his selected spot, teasing Ana mercilessly. She closes her eyes, fisting her hands in the sheets.
"You like that, chica?" Sawyer asked, even though he already knew the answer.
"You know I do…" Ana moaned, gasping as he continued nipping at her stomach.
He moves to her breasts, a spot he's learned can drive her mad; nipping and kissing, sucking lightly. Ana whimpered. They were a little sore, but she's enjoying herself too much.
"What d'ya want? For the baby, I mean?" he asked, pulling her to him so that they were spooning against each other.
"You mean gender?"
"Yeah."