The Long Road Home (closed)

Sarah gasped as Ian lifted her into his arms, carrying her to her bed. He had no right to be so incredibly handsome, she thought to herself as he grinned and lay her down in her soft covers, kissing her neck and lips. She couldn't stop herself from kissing him back, her arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer to her.
 
Ian gladly relaxed into her embrace and her kiss. He enjoyed her company entirely too much and that definitely showed in how he kissed her and how tenderly his hands came to rest on her waist. It didn't take much to make him miss her, even if it was only a day.
 
Sarah sighed softly, relaxing into his embrace as he kissed her back, his hands coming to rest on her waist. She loved this man and it frightened her completely. She wanted to be married to him, but she was afraid that she would mess the whole thing up.
 
Ian broke their kiss to nibble lightly at her ear and whisper, "Let me make t'night special for ya, love... As an apology fer bein' so thick-'eaded." His hands slowly began to massage her hips, but he awaited her word to go any further.
 
When he nibbled on her earlobe, Sarah absolutely melted. He had a way about him that captivated her in a good way. She let out a sigh and nodded as he asked to make it a special night. She trusted him completely and followed his lead on the times that he asked for it.
 
Ian's fingers slipped beneath the hem of her nightgown and he slipped it up and over her head before laying it aside. His lips found her collarbone as he pressed closer. He distracted her with the sweet, warm kisses against her skin until her undergarments were gone too. He tossed aside his shirt and his lips left a trail of warmth down her belly. Just as his tongue parted her silken folds to find her little bud, he wrapped one arm beneath her leg and the opposite hand began to stroke her folds.
 
Sarah let out a gasp as Ian was suddenly upon her body, feasting on her nectar as he found her bud. She flexed her hips against his lips, whimpering loudly as his hand began to to stoke her folds. He had a way about him that made her forget her troubles. She loved this man dearly. Her fingers found their way to his thick hair, tangling in his locks as he made love to her in a way that no other man had before.
 
Ian had always settled so easily into loving her that it always seemed like he'd been doing it his entire life. This time was no exception. Two fingers found their way into her warm entrance to stroke and tease lovingly as well as lustfully while his tongue massaged unbearable circles around and over her pearl. His dark eyes looked up to take in the image of pleasure on her face and he found himself incredibly aroused all of a sudden.
 
"Ian..." She whimpered as he slipped two fingers deeply into her wet entrance, stroking her as his tongue continued to tease her poor throbbing nub. "Oh...love..." Sarah murmured, his dark eyes meeting her own as he watched her lose herself into the pleasure.
 
Ian slowly pulled away, leaving her not quite satisfied yet, but he was soon trailing fiery kisses across her chest and neck, his hands once more taking hold of her hips. He wanted her badly and she could feel it in his touch, but he was taking it slowly and gently, more concerned with romance.
 
"I need you." Sarah whispered against his ear, never willing to say those words aloud. "I need you forever, love."
 
Ian smiled adoringly down at her, locking her in a passionate kiss before he slowly sank into her body with a deep groan. He wasn't relying on strength here yet, only gentle caresses and burning need. He knew how to love Sarah, and he was the only man who ever had done it right.
 
Sarah let out a deep groan as he stole her breath with a kiss and sank into her body. She clenched around his shaft, welcoming him as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him tight.
 
Ian was fairly quiet as he made love to the woman he adored more than anything in the world. He wanted to hear her and except for the occasional involuntary gasp or groan of his own, he listened with practically bated breath for her voice. His kisses wandered across her neck and shoulders, her breasts, and back to her lips and his hands caressed her curves with the utmost adoration and care. Ian had always treated her like a precious treasure, but tonight he spared no effort whatsoever.
 
Sarah whimpered and moaned for him, her brow clenching tightly as Ian made sweet love to her. She had never had a man treat her so well. She had never had a man that took so much time and care with her. She let her eyes drift close and all of the feelings wash over her.

It wasn't much longer before her body bucked against his own and she let out a cry, cumming for him in a beautiful rush and way.
 
Ian's arms cradled her tightly against his strong frame, silently reveling in her release. He felt his own coming on, and pulled from her body with a soft groan. When their eyes met again, he was still panting heavily and he looked like he was completely under a spell. Her spell.
 
Sarah gasped as Ian pulled from her still clenching body and stared at her with an unreadable expression. She was quick to her hands and knees, her lips sealing around his throbbing cock as she waited for his seed. Her eyes watched his own every step of the way and she whimpered at the taste of their combined flavors on his skin.
 
To say he was taken off-guard was an understatement, but Ian enjoyed her attention thoroughly as he let out a soft and low groan and his seed let loose between her lips. She could see his entire body slowly begin to relax as he drew her back up to his side and embraced her tightly as if he'd never let go again.
 
Sarah embraced her lover tightly, her cheek pressed tightly against his shoulder as they both processed through what they had just shared. It was a magical moment, one that told her that he truly loved her, no matter what her thoughts were on the matter. She would marry Ian and she would be happy. By God, she would be happy no matter what.
 
The night passed in perfect peace and Sarah would wake in the morning to Ian's kiss pressed to her neck and his arms wrapped around her waist before he rose slowly to pull on his trousers. He sat back down on the edge of the edge of the bed with a long, content sigh.
 
Sarah's eyes opened as she felt Ian press a kiss to her neck, his arms holding her tight before he rose to dress. When he sat back down on the edge of the bed, she turned towards him and took in the happy look on his face.

"What has you so cheerful this morning?" She asked him softly.
 
"What man wouldn' be 'appy wakin' up with a beauty like you beside 'im?" Ian gave her a soft grin. "I'm always glad t'be with you. You know tha'."

He laid back beside her and lifted a hand to her cheek. His calloused fingers and palm were so gentle on her soft skin, but he didn't treat her like glass so much anymore. He knew she wasn't that fragile. She was much stronger.
 
"We'll see if you still make that comment in a few years when I'm old and ugly." Sarah murmured in her usual dry manner.
 
"Always, because it's not all physical," Ian assured her. "Y'don't give yerself enough credit." He drew her down for a kiss and smiled adoringly up and her.
 
When their kiss broke, Sarah stared into his familiar gaze for a long moment, wondering just what he saw in her. She had to trust that he wouldn't break her heart and she would do her best to not break his.

"I'll just have to have you around to remind me all the time." She said softly, pressing another kiss to his lips before she pushed off the bed to dress.
 
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