CHAPTER 11A
Coming Home
Johner awoke to find her in his arms, her body spooned against him. She was sleeping peacefully, completely relaxed, a soft warm weight that was so dear to him. As he lay there, he silently thanked whatever gods there might be for the gift of this woman.
But his thoughts of her were not all prayerful; not after so long without the feel of her against him. Almost at once his penis lifted and hardened and began to press against her hip. And his hand, already holding her breast, began to move, his fingers touching her nipple softly, running around the areola, rubbing back and forth over the hardening peak.
She woke slowly, luxuriating in the feeling of his hands on her again, stretching a little, covering his hand with hers to let him know how much she wanted him to touch her. She turned, moving onto her back, so she could see his face.
"’Morning, babe. I love you. And I love this. I want you so much." She smiled up at him, lying still under his hand, feeling the heat that followed its movement spread through her body, waiting for what he would do next.
He smiled down at her. "’Mornin’. I love it too, and I’ve missed it so much. I’m crazy for you, Connor."
His hand moved down and into the vee above her thighs, and began to touch her very softly, running slowly over the outer lips of her vagina, touching her with gentle pressure, making her sigh with pleasure. After a few minutes she spread her legs a little, giving him room and permission to enter, to move deeper into her body.
She smiled tenderly into his eyes. "What a lovely way to wake up. I’ve missed your touch so much." His fingers found the opening he was looking for, and slid gently inside. "Oh, Johner, I love it when you do this." He watched her face as his fingers moved in her, seeing her breathing quicken and a flush begin to spread over her face. Her hips began to move in concert with his fingers, raising to meet them, her eyelids drooped half-closed, and she sighed and moaned a little as he continued to move in her.
As he watched the signs of her arousal his body quickened also; his desire for her increased at a headlong rate. "I want you. I need to be inside you; I think this is going to be quick. Sorry about that, it’s been too long. But Connor, I think you’ll have to do it. I can’t---I don’t think I can hold myself over you."
Sarah opened her eyes and smiled up at him. "My pleasure." She sat up slowly, hazy with desire from the feel of his hand inside her. "It is going to be quick. This time."
Johner turned on his back, and she moved over him, straddling his hips, his erection standing up just in front of her. His eyes closed and his head was thrown back into the pillow as her hands closed around it. "God! Your touch is so wonderful! Oh yes---do that, do that to me. Do it more, faster, oh God, I love it---do it to me!" She kept doing what he loved, his excitement feeding hers , while she lifted herself up to her knees. Her hands still around his penis, she moved herself over it, until her hands were replaced by her body coming down over him. She felt his penis slide into her with delicious joy, and her interior muscles clenched around him, welcoming him into her body.
He gasped and moaned and whipped his head back and forth on the pillow. His hands reached down and grasped her hips, holding her down on his penis, while his hips moved convulsively up to drive himself even further into her, striving for more, more.
She began to move over him, wanting to feel him sliding inside her, wanting the lovely friction of him moving in and out of her. As she established a rhythm he let go of her hips, murmuring, "Oh yes, yes, do it, oh do it---."
They had both been celibate for too long. In only a few minutes, she felt his body stiffen, he cried out and his hips jerked up involuntarily as his climax came. Her body felt the pulses of his ejaculation with overwhelming excitement, and she came with him, swaying and moaning with pleasure in the moment of release.
As she came back to conscious thought, she lifted herself off him slowly, reluctantly; she wanted to lie down beside him. His arms came up to meet her and he folded her into them, holding her close to him while he kissed her eyes and her hair.
"You are the most wonderful woman in the world. No argument now, I don’t want to hear it."
"I suppose that opinion must be correct, coming from the most wonderful man."
"Do you think we might be just a little bit nuts about each other? Do people notice?"
She grinned at him. "I don’t know about other people, but the people at the office sure have. Don’t you get teased?"
"I have a nickname. ‘Valentino’."
She choked and broke up with laughter. When she could talk again, she said, "God, that’s great! The women aren’t nearly so original. They just want to know if they can have some."
"Some of what?"
"Don’t play innocent. Some of you, of course."
"Oh really. Maybe we could make a buck; renting me out."
"Over my dead body!"
"I’d be a bust with anyone else, anyway. You bring out the best in me, Connor."
"I don’t know if I bring it out; but Johner, it sure is the best."
"Uh-huh. The very best there is."