by E. Jamie
"Perfect,” he corrected. He lifted his head and captured a nipple in his mouth.
Sara's head tipped back. How she loved that mouth. His teeth grazed her nipple lightly. “Oh, Connor,” she said breathlessly and moaned, winding her fingers through his hair. Her body arched toward him, begging him to take more. His mouth moved to her other breast, leaving the other cool with his moisture. She felt his fingers stroke the soft skin on the inside of her thigh.
"Spread your legs, Sara."
His voice vibrated against her nipple, and Sara felt bolts of sweet electricity shoot through her. She obeyed.
His finger stroked just around the core of her. “Fuck, Sara,” he growled. “I haven't even done anything yet."
"You don't have to. You just look at me and ... Oh God!” Her words were forgotten as his fingers traveled through her moist folds. She bucked her hips, trying to draw him closer.
He inserted one finger into the tight opening. “Does that hurt?"
Gripping his shoulders, she shook her head. “More,” she begged. He eased in a second finger and then a third. She felt a slight sting and knew she couldn't take another. Her head fell back while a moan of pure pleasure escaped her.
Connor moved his fingers inside of her, giving her an idea of what was to come. She grabbed his hand and followed his movements feeling her own release approaching. He had done this before, gave her a taste of what it would be like by using his fingers. “Connor ... oh God, please,” she urged him, rolling her hips. He rubbed her tight walls with his fingers. His thumb found the sensitive numb, and he stroked it. Her breathing quickened, and she knew it wouldn't be much longer before she cried out his name. He removed his fingers, and her eyes flew open, bewildered. She let out a whimper of protest.
"Lie down,” he ordered, pushing her back against the mattress toward the pillows propped against the headboard.
Sara lifted her head to watch Connor join his body with hers. There's no way, she thought watching his cock try to ease into her. She felt a slight pull between her legs when her body began to stretch. She watched the concentration on his face. She could tell he was trying not to hurt her. She cupped his face with his hands. “I love you,” she whispered before kissing him. Not too bad, she thought when he began to push in farther.
She looked into his eyes and knew he was holding back for her sake. She would endure this for him. She would let him continue his possession of her body. Connor reached down between them and stroked the small nub of flesh at her core, and a different sensation penetrated her. Good ... oh, that felt good. She sighed and took his bottom lip into her mouth.
He rolled his hips faster. Feeling him swell thicker inside of her, Sara bit his lip.
Connor called out her name when his hot, thick liquid shot into her. She buried her face in his chest.
Against her he bucked and panted with his release, then rolled onto his back and brought her with him, and Sara felt more cherished than she ever had in her entire life.
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Chapter Two
Sara opened her eyes, and all she saw was lightly tanned, smooth skin. She smiled and inhaled Connor's scent. Then she groaned. Oh God, I'm all broken. Connor's now-soft cock was pressed against her stomach. She watched him stir beside her and felt his eyes gazing down at the top of her head.
"How do you feel?” he asked, his voice groggy from sleep.
"Like I want to shove a cucumber up your ass to give you a small idea,” she said feigning a sweet smile up at him.
He laughed at her.
"So what are we doing today?"
"I, for one, am starving. You wanna check out what Mary's got for us?” Connor asked, stroking her hip.
"Yes, sir.” She rose up on the bed, and he pulled her back down.
He closed his mouth over hers, and she let out a sigh while his tongue swept into her mouth to dance with hers.
"Good morning, Mrs. Nolan.” He smiled at her.
She squealed then buried her face in his chest. “Oh my God, that sounds so weird!” She laughed. “I'm a Mrs."
"Okay, now you can get up.” He smacked her bottom. “I'm jumping in the shower. Wear something comfortable. Let's go sightseeing today."
When Sara looked at herself in the mirror, she saw the difference in her eyes. It was so slight she wouldn't be able to see it if she hadn't been looking for it. It was like a small flicker of light had been turned on, a knowledge that hadn't been there before. Did all women see it? The knowledge that she was now one of them gave her a feeling satisfaction. She belonged among these women. No longer a child. Her own power as a woman washed over her, and she now throbbed with the need to discover more. She wanted to learn the pleasure that sex could bring. Connor would be an eager teacher, and she would become a willing pupil.
At breakfast, Mary told them about the many things the small town of Galway had to offer tourists, the monuments, the cathedrals, and the museums. Sara sat on a brown leather-cushioned stool next to Connor around a peach marble island and listened avidly, soaking it all in, making mental notes of all the places she wanted to go.
"There is a showing of Toscanini tonight at the Opera Theater Company. A few of us are going to get dandied up and go. Would you two like to come along?” Mary asked.
"The opera?” Connor asked, stifling an unenthusiastic groan.
"Yes!” Sara said at the same time.
Mary smiled at Connor and winked.
Connor bit his lip. “Sounds like fun.” He faked a smile, and Mary pinched his cheek.
"Good boy,” she mouthed to him.
Sara helped Mary dish out the Irish breakfast that was heartier than most things she had ever had for dinner. It consisted of bacon, Irish sausages, potatoes, tomatoes, and eggs, all on the same plate. She could feel the pounds fill out her skin just by looking at the food on her plate. Well, I complained I'm too skinny, she thought with a snort.
After breakfast, Jake took Connor up on his offer to let him drive the car Connor had rented.
The two women stood in the kitchen talking over the stream of the faucet. The kitchen was open to the diners so they could see Mary while she cooked, and it would give them the sense of being in a real home. Now, though, it was just the two of them as the other guests had left to go on about their day.
Mary gave Sara a sympathetic smile, noticing her grimace of discomfort when she moved from her table back to the cushioned stool and sat. She washed the dishes while she told Sara stories of her own marriage.
"Forty years,” Sara said in awe. “That's almost unheard of now."
"That's because people don't want to work. They see things get uncomfortable, and they split. Marriage is not just sex and sweet words. It's work. Hard work. There will be times you'll hate your husband in the same breath that you love him. It's your job as his wife and his as your husband to honor your vows. ‘Till death do us part,’ not ‘till things get rough'."
"It scares me that I won't know what to do to please him. I mean how to be a real wife."
Mary gave her a look that told her she knew Sara didn't just mean in bed.
"Nobody knows, dear. Anyone who says they do is lying. Being a wife is not easy.” Mary reached up into one of the cupboards, pulling open the stained glass door that was decorated with a black figure eight with gold sea shells in each circle. She pulled down a jar of white cream and handed it to Sara. “For the soreness,” the other woman told her.
"Bless you,” Sara said.
"Soon enough you won't be able to stop smiling,” Mary promised.
Sara looked forward to that.
* * * *
Sara came out of the bathroom wearing an elegant knee-length black dress and knew by the flare of appreciation in Connor's gaze she had made the right choice. Her black hair was pulled back in a secure but loose chignon at the base of her neck, and she had left out a few loosened wisps to frame her face. “Yeah?” she asked, making a turn.
Connor took a deep shaky brea
th. “Oh yeah,” he said with a nod. He reached out and ran a hand down along her arm, making her nerves jump beneath her skin. “This opera thing might not be such a bad idea after all.
His hand stayed on her skin as they rode behind Mary and Jake to the opera house. Sara resisted the urge to lean her head on his shoulder so that she didn't mess up her hair. When they parked close to the sidewalk, Connor came out and ordered her to stay put before he came around and opened the door on her side.
"Madame,” he said, bowing and extending his hand with a dramatic flair.
Sara giggled and thanked him, and she placed her hand in his and let him help her out of the car.
She could feel the appreciative gazes of other men while she watched the opera on stage, and Sara knew Connor was aware of them and not happy about it. She made sure to try to get the message across she was very much a married woman with eyes for no one but her husband. A hand on Connor's knee, a loving whisper in his ear, and every so often, Sara would smile at him and slide her hand into the collar of his shirt to stroke the skin there.
"I don't know if I should be pissed or grateful now,” he remarked, which made her give a soft laugh.
"Definitely grateful,” Sara whispered, kissing his cheek. “And you can show me how much later."
"If you don't stop that I'll show you right here,” Connor promised, his voice thick with desire.
"Oooh, kinky,” Sara joked. She turned her attention back to the stage and was soon enraptured by the spectacle. She didn't understand much, but her boarding school education had included some lessons in the history of opera so she had a basic grasp of the story. Even if she hadn't, though, the passion and emotion affected her on a deep level that defied understanding, and she found herself with tears rolling down her face by the end of it.
Connor took one look at her when the lights came back up and shook his head.
She shrugged and gave him a grin of embarrassment but accepted his offered handkerchief.
"Don't even try to understand it, my boy,” Jake said as they drove back to the inn. “Just reap the rewards."
Mary punched him lightly but didn't comment.
Sara knew what Jake meant. The spectacle played over in her mind, and Sara found herself still affected by the passion of the show. When they were back in their room, she wrapped her arms around Connor's neck and brushed her lips across his. “Make love to me,” she urged, caressing his jawline with her thumbs. Her body hummed with need, and she rubbed herself against Connor's tall body.
"I love opera,” he said, closing his mouth over hers.
She gripped his shoulders, digging her fingers into the soft material of his suit jacket. Her body warmed and opened. She felt a beat of uneasiness and wondered if it would hurt like the first time, but she didn't expect it to. It was supposed to get better, and with the lust burning through her blood right now, Sara didn't doubt it.
Connor closed a hand over the dark material of her dress that covered her left breast, making Sara sigh in his mouth. She eased the jacket down off his shoulders until he took over for her and shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor.
She moved to the buttons of his shirt and smiled when he cupped her bottom and pressed her against his clothed erection.
Sara nibbled on his lower lip before pulling away. “Looks like I wasn't the only one affected tonight."
"Yeah right, but it had nothing to do with the opera,” he murmured, sliding his lips along the side of her neck, flicking her earlobe with his tongue. “It was because my wife had her hands all over me."
"Ah, I see,” Sara said with a shiver. “I guess it's time for you to repay the favor, huh?"
"My pleasure,” Connor said, gathering her up in his arms and moving them toward the bed.
He laid her down, and Sara sighed when his hand slid up her bare leg, pushing her dress up.
She may not be looking forward to when he pushed into her, but knew she would love the foreplay. She stretched her arms above her head and moaned when his hand cupped the heat of her sex through her panties before peeling them down her legs.
Sara kicked them off and slid out of her gold heels.
"Christ but you looked so beautiful tonight,” he murmured, sliding his fingers with gentle pressure along her moist lips. “All of those men looking at you ... wanting you, but I knew you were mine. All mine.” He flicked the nub of her clitoris, making her gasp.
"Oh yes,” she said, moving her hips against his fingers. “All yours."
He rubbed her clitoris with his thumb, and she closed her eyes and gave herself over to the delicious feeling.
"I knew it was only my touch you wanted."
Sara bit her lip and nodded.
"My mouth kissing you,” he said, lowering his mouth to hers in a kiss that had the power to drug her senses.
She felt the sweet tightening deep in her belly and knew she would come soon. She took deep breaths, letting the sensations climb higher.
"My cock inside of you,” he whispered, his breath hot in her ear, thrusting a finger into her while his thumb continued its wonderful assault on her nerves.
"Oh God,” she cried, arching her hips at the same time as her orgasm swept through her. She fell against the bed, and Connor gave her a minute before pulling her up in a sitting position to help her remove her dress. She pulled the clip out of her hair and shook it free.
He kissed her slowly, cupping her face. Sara pulled his shirt off his broad shoulders and slid her fingers down along the fair dusting of hair on his chest.
She pulled away and lowered her head to his chest, kissing her way down while working on the button and zipper of his pants, feeling his erection pressing against her fingers. He kissed the crown of her head, and she smiled, feeling his love wash over her.
All her life, she wanted to be loved like this, completely and for who she was. Connor never tried to change her, unlike her parents who wanted to mold her into some mindless socialite. Now she had Connor, and they would have babies, and she would shower them with all the love and warmth that had been denied her growing up. They would be the family she had always hoped for.
She moved farther up toward the headboard and waited for him. He got up to remove the rest of his clothing. When he came back to the bed, she took his cock in her hand and stroked him with a slow, loving touch. “Lie down,” she said with a smile.
He did as she asked, and when he was lying back, Sara lowered her head to take him in her mouth. Wanting to bring him so much pleasure, to give him so much love, she remembered to be gentle as she played with his sac and moved her mouth along his shaft. The sounds he made got her wet, and she could feel his fingers in her hair, trying not to pull too hard, but she knew, judging by the tightening of his fingers, the pleasure was getting too intense for him.
"Sara ... Sara,” Connor said, his hand on her shoulder. His fingers flexed on her skin, and she felt him shudder before he started to push her away. “Let me ... Oh God ... I have to get inside of you now, baby."
She shivered with a strange mix of anticipation and unease. Would it hurt like it had the first time? When they'd first had sex, she had gotten a taste of the potential pleasure in the background. Would the pleasure overwhelm the pain now? She pulled her mouth away and swallowed hard, laying herself down next to him.
He cupped her breast and kissed her. “I think it'll be better for you tonight."
She gave him a nervous smile. “I think so, too. Well, I hope so anyway."
Sara closed her eyes and shivered when he covered her, and she loved the feeling of his warm, muscled body over hers.
Connor's hand went to her thigh while he settled himself between her legs. “If it hurts, let me know, and I promise this time I'll stop."
"Oh I'll let you know,” she said with a nervous giggle. She kissed him, grateful for his promise.
"But if you could let me know before I get all the way in?” he asked with a weak smile.
Sara laughed and nodded.
He watched her while he thrust back and forth in short strokes. “Better?"
Sara took a deep breath and nodded. “Good.” She lifted her hips a little and felt more of him fill her.
Connor kissed her forehead and angled his hips so that Sara felt the friction closer to her clitoris, and she blinked at the frisson of pleasure. “Oh,” she remarked, a little breathless.
"Better than good?” he asked with a smile.
"Mmm."
He propped most of his weight on one elbow and stroked her between her legs with his free hand. He moved inside of her with gradually deeper strokes.
Sara sucked in her breath when she felt the quiver of pleasure in her belly. “Oh, Connor,” she said with a gasp. Looking up at him and clutching her core around his length, she felt him push more inside of her. She felt stretched, but the sting was now minimal. “More,” she urged.
"Yeah?” he asked, covering her again.
She nodded and rocked her hips beneath him. The pleasure began to warm her blood and spread out farther and farther under her skin with each movement of his cock.
He was now all of the way inside of her, and she could see the restraint on his face so she quickened the movements of her hips to let him know it was okay for him to go faster.
He groaned and closed his eyes. “Sara,” he warned and sucked in his breath. “I don't want to hurt ... fuck ... you."
"I don't think it'll hurt anymore,” she assured him.
He thrust faster, and Sara was stunned at the surge of pleasure building inside of her. “Oh God ... Oh God ... Connor."
He gripped her hips and growled as he deepened his thrusts.
Sara could feel his cock swelling with impending release, and she squeezed her pussy around the hard shaft, wanting to join him but fearing she'd be left behind.
She needn't have worried. His fingers went back to her clitoris, and she could feel her orgasm begin when he stroked her faster and faster. With a stunned cry, she arched beneath him, and she joined him in his release. He fell against her with a groan, and Sara giggled and kissed the side of his face as contentment filled her. “Okay. We are so doing that again,” she told him, breathless.