Back Again
He woke to the feeling of her hands stroking him, just lightly touching his back, moving slowly up and down. She saw his eyes open, and smiled. "I know I should say I’m sorry I woke you, but I’m not. I wanted you to wake, to look at me and talk to me and smile at me. I missed that so much, Johner; you never smiled at me. Oh, I’m so glad to have you back, so glad to feel you again; your skin, your mouth, your arms around me."
He rolled until he was mostly over her, looking down at her. "I thought that it was over forever, that I’d never feel your body against me again. Tell me you won’t leave me, Connor, tell me you belong to me!"
"I won’t leave you. Never. I love you, and I will for the rest of my life. I’ll never belong to anyone else."
Suddenly his love for her shook him visibly as he leaned over her. He began to murmur love words: "---I love you---my sweetest babe---I adore you---" His mouth was as soft as silk as it came down on hers, touching her with the gentlest pressure. He spoke against her mouth, his breath becoming her breath. "I want you again---I want you always, I love the feel of you, your breasts,---and here. I love to touch you here---" He put his hand on the curls of her pubic mound.
Her breath caught as she felt his touch. "Johner, I never get used to feeling your hands on me. Touch me, babe, put your hands on me, I love it when you---Oh, Johner, do that, do that again, oh babe!"
"Do what? Tell me, love, tell me. What do you want me to do to you? I want to hear the words."
"Put your mouth on me, all over me, Johner. Put your mouth on my breast, here. Yes, like that, please---more, please, oh babe, I love this." His mouth was hot and soft on her breast. He drew the nipple into his mouth and sucked gently, his tongue moving over the end, making her writhe and moan. Her movement and the helpless sounds she made were so exciting to him that he had to feel her hands on him. He drew her hand down his body to touch his throbbing penis.
"Hold me, Connor, take me in your hands. Oh, yes! Yes, oh God, I want this. Touch the end, right there, oh right there, that’s the place. Again! Again! Ah, God, Connor, you make me crazy!" Her hand moved on his penis, making him shiver and thrust his pelvis against her involuntarily. As she fondled him she moved closer to him, kissing his body, rubbing against him.
He reached up to put his hands around her head, pulling it down. "I want to feel your mouth there. Please Connor, put your mouth on me? ---Oh!---oh yes, like that, oh my God, that’s wonderful, ahh, do it to me, do it, babe." He moaned, incoherent with pleasure, his hands still holding her head; but soon he lifted it away from him again. "Oh babe, I can’t take any more---you’re driving me crazy!
"Now, Connor, now it’s your turn." He turned to her and rolled over her body, covering her entirely. He began to kiss her; her face, her hair, her ears, moving down her neck to her shoulders; and on down her body, while she lay with eyes closed, absorbing what was being done to her. When he reached her pubic mound, he stopped and looked up. "Tell me, babe. Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it."
She smiled down at him shakily, trembling with anticipation. "I want to feel your mouth on me. I want to feel your tongue touch me in my most private place. Be in my most private place, Johner, please!" He smiled up at her and did what she asked.
"God, Johner, you’re so good at this! There---right there! Oh, babe, do that to me some more---more, Johner!" Her head went back into the pillow as her body arched toward his seeking mouth. "Don’t stop, please don’t stop, right there, again---again! " But he did stop. He moved up her body quickly, and his penis slid into her almost before she knew his mouth was gone.
He shivered with pleasure as her body enclosed him and he felt the tightening that told him of her desire for him. "Ah, that’s so good!" His mouth sought hers as his body began a slow movement to bring them to the completion of their pleasure.
"Now---now, do it to me, ohh, Johner, oh, babe----again,---again!" Her body came up to meet his with every stroke.
As the level of sensation raised, words disappeared into low moans and murmurs. The contact, hot and wet, became more slick with the fluids of her excitement; sliding flesh was stimulated to agonizing levels. With every stroke, Sarah felt his penis harder, longer. Her legs curled over his hips, pressing him into her with frantic strength, and his hand came down under her buttocks, lifting her into his stroke, making the delicious contact complete.
Without conscious control the rhythm increased, Johner began to groan with every stroke, wordless sound forced from his straining body. "Uh!---uh!--uh!" His sounds of ecstatic pleasure electrified Sarah to bring her to new heights of excitement. She came first to her climax, her body convulsing with pleasure; as he felt the strong contractions of her muscles, he cried out, and emptied himself into her with delirious bliss.
Their straining bodies relaxed slowly, the waves of pleasure ebbing to a lower level of rapt satisfaction. Johner turned with her, turning them until she was nearly on top of him, still enclosing him in her body. They drifted for a few minutes, easing off, letting their bodies loosen and their breathing slow.
Sarah sighed deeply with satisfaction and contentment. "Johner, I’m so glad to have you back, so glad! Don’t ever shut yourself away from me again. I need you, babe. I’d die without you."
"Christ, don’t say that! It’ll start a whole new argument!" Johner’s face crinkled with laughter. "For God’s sake, change that statement to ‘I’d be very uncomfortable without you.’ That’ll give me the idea, and we won’t have to go through the whole ‘suicide or no suicide’ thing again! I don’t know how many more wrenching emotional scenes I can live through!"
"Well, you smug son of a bitch! You’ll go through as many as necessary until I finally get you in line! If you weren’t such a numbskull, life would be a lot simpler for both of us. I just want a quiet life, but no! you have to get shot, and get crazy. If you’d just settle for getting laid, we’d have it made. That I can handle!"
"I’ll say you can! Would you care to handle it some more? I think it will cooperate, it hasn’t been used for about ten minutes; anyway, why don’t you try it and see?"