Sarah hasn’t left my side in…fuck. I have no idea how long it’s been. The numbers on the calendar have most definitely changed, but if it’s been a week or a day, I couldn’t even venture a guess. All I know is that Sarah was there. Every minute of the day, and especially in the minutes when I needed her the most, which coincidentally were also the minutes when I’ve never wanted her less.
She begins to stir, so I know I must have woken her. She pushes her panty-covered ass back against my erection and we both moan. Desperate to feel her, I roll her to her stomach and drag her panties down her legs. She pulls her shirt over her head as I rise to my knees behind her, looping an arm under her stomach to tilt her ass into the air.
"Still just as beautiful as the first night you did this for me." I push a finger inside her tight pussy only to find her not nearly wet enough to slam inside her the way I’d like to. I guess I haven’t exactly been the sexiest company the last few days. "You know what else I wanted to do that night?" I slide a hand up her back, giving her ponytail a slight tug.
"What?" she gasps.
"Back up." I step off the bed and lead her down until her feet are on the edge. I drop to my knees and roughly seal my mouth over her pussy.
"Ahhh, fuck, Leo," she cusses, pushing harder against my mouth.
I dart my tongue inside her while gripping both her ass cheeks in my palms. I begin the circles I’ve learned Sarah loves so much over her clit, and within seconds, an orgasm quakes through her body. I press a finger inside to find her more than primed for me now. She’s barely coming down as I drag my tongue up and over the puckered flesh of her ass.
"Oh God!" she cries out as I smile to myself. Chills spread over her body as she pulses around my finger, which is still moving inside her.
I position myself behind her and trail kisses up her spine. "We’ll talk about that ‘oh God’ later."
I suddenly stand all the way up and bury myself inside her with one quick thrust. She lets out a blessed curse, but nothing escapes my throat. It’s not surprising. I’m not sure anything could pass the huge lump of emotions I’m desperately trying to keep under wraps. I’ve barely even begun pumping inside her when I reach a hand down between her legs. The moment I touch her clit, she comes hard on my cock. I begin a chaotic rhythm, wanting nothing more than to join her, but with every thrust, something else escapes me.
"You didn’t leave." I slam inside her.
"Never," she moans.
"I just wanted to be alone." I fold over her, finding her breast and rolling a nipple between my fingers.
"I just wanted to be with you." She presses her hips against me.
"Promise me you’ll always stay. No matter what," I plead as I speed up my pace inside her.
"There’s nowhere else I’d rather be."
With her words lingering on my heart and conscience, an orgasm builds to an all-time high before tearing through my body.
"Fuck, that was a lot faster than I planned," I pant while trying to catch my breath. "But thankfully, you were faster."
"It’s been a week, and I’m not allowed to get myself off, remember?" She reaches back and scratches the back of my head.
I silently pull out and collapse onto the bed. She follows suit and crashes on top of me, snuggling in tight.
"Mmm. Morning sex is quickly becoming my favorite," she mumbles.
"So I think we should talk about that ‘oh God’ now."
She laughs before nuzzling her face against my beard. "You need to trim that. It’s getting soft. I miss the stubble."
When I chuckle, she stills in my arms. She peeks up with a small smile.
"Welcome back."
They are two simple words, but they hit me harder than thirty-three years of vowels and consonants combined. I have absolutely no way to stop the words before they tumble from my mouth.
I gently cup her face in my hands and bring my lips to hers. "I love you."
Her eyes go wide, but she doesn’t immediately respond. "Stop," she whispers as the tears pool in her eyes. "You don’t owe me that."
"No, I do owe you something, but that’s not it. I’m telling you because it physically aches to try to keep it in any longer. I love you, Sarah."
"Leo, please don’t. You don’t know all of me, and I want to be able to say it back, but I need to tell you some things first." She nervously sits up and pats around the bed until she finds her T-shirt.
"See, this is the other part that physically hurts to contain." I run a hand though my hair and let out a loud sigh. "I know about your past."
"What?" she questions, clearly confused.
"I know about the wreck, your head injury, Brett, your suicide attempts, and the reason for your stay at Building Foundations," I rush out as she throws a hand up to cover her mouth. "I know about it all, but I don’t care. I love you anyway," I finish, and she stumbles.
I snag a pair of shorts off the floor and pull them on. She backs away as I round the bed, but I don’t stop advancing. Cornering her against the closet door, I gently brush the hair off her neck and whisper in her ear.
"I don’t care, ángel. You aren’t that woman anymore. So please believe me when I say I am absolutely and unquestionably in love with you."
When her shoulders relax, hope springs to my chest.