Completion
As Johner looked from Sarah to the bed, wonder warred with exultation in his face. He scooped her up in his arms; but before he began to move toward the bed he looked down at her lying in his arms and was arrested by the sight of her there.
"God! I don’t believe it---is this happening? Is it?" He began to kiss her face and her neck, unable to keep from touching her. As he kissed her, he walked slowly to the bed, his attention divided between his present delight in the kisses and the joys that awaited them when he reached his destination.
Sarah’s arms were around his neck and she returned his caresses, her eyes closed, her breath coming quickly. "It’s got to be true, I couldn’t stand it if it weren’t," she breathed into his ear. "Oh Johner, love me---kiss me---take me to bed---"
But when he reached the bed he set her on her feet instead of laying her down. "Before you lie down---I---could I---I want to undress you---please, let me?" He looked down at her with anxiety, and when she didn’t speak his hands moved as if without his volition to the front of her blouse, and he began to unbutton it. As he worked at it, he looked into her face. "OK?" He said softly. "Please, Connor, I want this so much. I want to make you naked---for me---I want it to be me that does it---." He stopped in mid-sentence; her opened blouse had slid from her shoulders.
Sarah stood still, watching his reaction, her eyes on his face, loving the expressions that chased each other across it.
His eyes were on her breasts; he brought his hand up slowly. It hovered, not quite touching a nipple that lifted and hardened while he watched. He whispered, "I remember your breasts; I remember how beautiful---." His fingers began to stroke her softly, caressing the rounded surface, touching the erect peak. His other hand joined the first, and he held both breasts. He was still for a moment, looking down at her breasts in his hands. "Oh Connor, I love you."
His hands moved down her sides to her waist, and he began to unbutton her jeans. As he did so he slid to his knees before her, and as he pushed her jeans down around her ankles he leaned into her, a soft sound escaping him, and pressed his face against the triangle of golden brown hair at her groin. His trembling hands slid up the backs of her legs to cup her buttocks.
With his face still hidden against her he said, "I want you so much---I love you so much. Connor, talk to me; is this OK? Tell me you want me too---please, Connor, help me."
Her hands came down to the sides of his head, and she turned his face up to her. "I love you, I want you---very much. I love the feel of your hands on me; I want to feel your mouth on me; all over me. I---oh, Johner, when you touch me I’m crazy to have you inside me!"
He looked up at her, thrilled at her words. "I needed to hear you say it, babe, ---because this is so unbelievable. God, I can’t quit touching you---you’re so beautiful---." His hands never left her body as he stood up. He pushed her gently back until she sat on the bed, then he knelt again to remove the remaining clothes from around her ankles. When he was through, he sat for a moment looking at her body, rapt, then leaning forward he buried his face in her lap. "I love you---I love you." His breath was coming fast now, he was trembling all over; his excitement level was very high.
He lifted his head and stood again, but before he did he reached down to his waist and lifted his T-shirt over his head. Then as he stood up, he stripped himself quickly out of his pants.Sarah watched him strip; the sight of his nude body took her breath away. She was trembling also, and almost helpless with desire; she whispered, "Oh, Johner, come here to me---I need to touch your body." Her arms reached up for him, and he dropped beside her on the bed, rolling to lean over her, his mouth finding hers to kiss her deeply. Both were lost in the kiss instantly, their mouths melded in heat and craving. It went on and on, while their hands explored, each half-aware through the rapturous kiss of the fiery trails left by the other’s hands.
At last Johner’s mouth lifted, and slid slowly over her chin and down to the pulse beating in her neck. Sarah’s hands came to hold his head and moved it down until his mouth touched the peak of her breast. As his lips closed around it she gasped and shuddered with passion and pleasure. His mouth was hot on her, and as his tongue slid around the tip of her breast like liquid fire she arched her back and moaned wordlessly.
Johner was stunned and unbearably excited by the depth and intensity of her response to his lovemaking. Nothing in his previous experience had prepared him for this ecstatic response, that of a woman in love. Her every moan, every quick-drawn breath, sent waves of pleasure through his body, Only half-aware of what he was doing, he began to make an instinctive effort to contain his excitement, to prolong their pleasure in each other; for this was making love, not having sex, and he wanted it more than he had ever wanted anything.
He moved away from her breast finally, his mouth moving over her torso. His breathing was ragged now, his excitement barely contained, and her hands moving over him left trails of fire wherever she touched him. He was agonized with longing to plunge himself deeply into her, to hear her cry out in ecstasy. But he hesitated, unsure, unable to decide through the haze of his frenzied need whether the time was right. He loved her so, this first lovemaking must be right for her; but he was working in the dark now, beyond any experience he had ever known.
Sarah solved his dilemma; her hands on his head lifted his face to hers, and with soft words in his ear, panting and breathless with the urgency of her need, she made his decision unnecessary. "Johner---please, please! Come inside of me, oh please---I want you so."
He lifted his body over hers, and her legs opened, welcoming him into her. He lowered himself slowly into the heat of her, unbelievably excited by the fact of this ultimate intimacy. As he felt himself entirely sheathed in her warm flesh, he waited a moment to see that she was all right; then with a groan he relaxed over her, feeling her warmth surrounding him, reveling in the sense of where he was, what was happening between them.
Her arms came up around him, and then her legs. He felt them fasten around him, holding him to her, and joy flooded through him like a tidal wave. He began to move slowly then, feeling the wonderful slick heat of her body as her interior muscles clasped him, holding him in her, reluctant to let him leave her. She moaned and moved with him, alive and responsive under him. As he felt her response, he realized that he wasn’t going to last very long in spite of his desire to prolong this experience; the incredible feeling of her enclosing him, the movement of her body under him, and the soft sounds she made were going to be his undoing.
But again Sarah rescued him from his dilemma. "Oh God, Johner, please---I can’t wait, it’s too much---take us over the edge---." Her voice trailed away into a wordless sound, as he deepened and quickened his strokes in response to her appeal. With a fierce joy, he let go of his unaccustomed restraint and let sensation take him.
When her body convulsed in climax, and he felt the turbulent contractions clutching at him, he was stunned anew; nothing in his experience had prepared him for the fervor of this manifestation of her pleasure. As he went over the edge into ecstatic orgasm, the contractions of her body and her involuntary outcry added the last possible touch to his pleasure, making bliss explode through his body, drawing all that there was out of him so that he emptied himself to utter exhaustion.
When he returned to consciousness, swimming up from the depths of exhausted satiation, he found her still under him. He quickly shifted to lift himself off her and rolled to the side, murmuring an apology. When he left her body she made a little cry of protest; then she followed him when he moved, molding herself against him, one leg lifted and laid over his hips, her full length pressed tightly against his side.
His arms were around her, holding her close to him, and he stroked her hair. After a few minutes, when his breathing had returned to normal and he had recovered his composure, he spoke in a velvety half whisper, leaning down close to her ear. "Oh Connor, it was so wonderful. I didn’t know it could be like that. So much more than---I don’t know how to say it. I guess I just never knew anything about it at all, until now." Then his voice changed; apprehension sounded in it. "Connor, are you OK? Was it OK?"
"OK? Oh Johner, I didn’t know it could be like that either!" She turned to look up at him, and her hand came up to stroke the side of his face. "It was---perfect! I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my life." She smiled a little smile, shaking her head, speaking half to herself. "I truly didn’t know it could be so good."
He smiled also, relieved. "You know, I never made love before, Connor; I’ve only fucked. I was scared; it was like---like the first time I ever did it." He bent and kissed her forehead. "It happened so all of a sudden; I didn’t have time to think about it. I wanted it to be perfect for you, but I just had to wing it, and I was scared."
"I hope you’ll be scared the next time; the results are spectacular!" She laughed up at him. "Babe, it was wonderful. It’s not something you need to think about, your instincts are exactly right. No one has ever made me one half so happy." She snuggled closer and ran her hand over his chest. "Your body is so beautiful. It turns me on, Johner; I just have to look at you and I’ve got sex on my mind."
"Now that’s what I like to hear! You have my permission to look at me! A lot!" He grinned and stretched luxuriously. "I’m the most contented man in the world. And six hours ago I was the unhappiest man. Figure that!"
Then his brows drew together and his face became serious, as he thought hard about what was inside himself; it was an exercise not common in his past life, although the last few months had made it more familiar. "Connor, what I’m holding here in my arms is all of my happiness. You’re all there is in the world to me. I live for you."
Her eyes filled with tears. "Oh, Johner, I love you so much! When you talk to me like that I’d do anything in the world for you." Then she shook her head and smiled up at him, tears forgotten. "You’re way more than I deserve; big and sexy on the outside, and so warm and soft and loving on the inside. What a combination! Let’s face it, you’re perfect!"
"Good! I’ve got you fooled!" He grinned down at her. "May you never wake up and face the truth!" His face sobered. "But nothing could be more than you deserve! Look again, Connor; I’m the bottom of the barrel, you know that. My luck in having you is unbelievable! I’m lying here beside a beautiful, loving woman who wants me. Me! I’m not sure this whole thing is not a dream."
"It’s not a dream, Johner. Want me to prove it?" Her hand moved down his body and curled around his penis. She began to stroke it softly.
"Oh!" He lay very still, trying to grasp that she would do this for him; and then his eyes drifted closed in rapture and he gasped, "Oh—yes, Connor, yes. Oh, Connor---." His hand came up to her breast. "Oh babe, how I want you---always, always."