The Long Road Home (closed)

"I love it when you smile," Ian commented softly. He lifted her hand and kissed it. He didn't care about watching the sunset now. He would rather watch the dying light reflect off her fair skin and from her beautiful eyes. His own soft eyes searched her face, committing each and every detail to memory.
 
"I don't smile often." Sarah commented, the smile disappearing from her features. "Not like I use to at least. I fear that Cassie took that with her as well."
 
"Then I aim t'change tha'..." Ian leaned closer to lay a kiss against her cheek. "I want t'see you smile more than you ever did b'fore, Sarah." He pressed his forehead to her own and closed his eyes.
 
"How can you see me smile if you close your eyes?" Sarah challenged, giving him another small grin as he looked at her.
 
Ian laughed softly, meeting her eyes again and grinning right back at her challenge. "Y'got me there, love." With that, he sought a playful kiss and pulled her in closer to hold her, welcoming her into his embrace and his love once more. Still, since her initial rejection, he hadn't gone much further because he wanted her to be comfortable and take the steps forward. He simply let it be known that he would follow right beside her.
 
Sarah gasped and then moaned gently as his lips closed the distance to hers, kissing her in the senseless way that she'd come to enjoy so much. She wrapped her arms around his throat, her body pressing against his side as they simply explored one another with a long, slow, leisurely kiss. When the kiss broke, she looked into his eyes, nibbling on her bottom lip with a strange show of nerves.

"I paid a man to take my virginity. I've slept with multiple men to try and fill that ache in my soul. Arland Wick lay with me. I did unspeakable things to Brogan Ghis. How can you still want me knowing all of that?" She asked him softly, needing to hear his words of reassurance.
 
"Sarah," Ian whispered her name in such a reverent, loving way. "Those men don't matter, they never did. I'm not here just for myself, I'm here because I love you and I want you t' be happy, and I want t' be happy with you. You're beautiful, an' I've never wanted anyone but you. No matter what's happened t' either of us, I've never stopped thinking about you."

He laid a sweet kiss against her temple, giving her a loving smile. "I want you because I think you're the only one for me, and I think I can make you happy like you deserve to be."
 
Sarah listened to his words, let them wash over her. She wanted so much to believe him. She wanted to trust in him. It wasn't that easy though.

She leaned in and pressed her lips against his throat, nuzzling the soft, warm skin there. She wanted to know what his reaction would be to her advances. Would he take advantage or would he let her lead?
 
Ian sighed softly and cradled his love closer, welcoming her advance while his lips found the edge of her ear. His hand fell to her waist to encourage her, but he left her the lead as long as she desired it, until she handed it over to him. He wouldn't rush her forward, mostly for the fact that he loved and cared for her too much, but also because he was enjoying himself.
 
"Chase me." She murmured suddenly, pushing herself from his side and leaving her book behind as she took off running down the valley with a laugh of freedom.
 
Without a second thought, Ian burst after her, nearly tripping as he suddenly had to find his balance. He was close behind her, just out of distance to grab her, until they reached the flat floor of the valley and he finally caught her around the waist and they tumbled into the grass almost gracefully, and Sarah ended up beneath the strong farmer who sought nothing but to please her. He proved that once more with a deep, soulful kiss as his instincts told him to give her a taste of how dominant he could be if she ever decided to give him the reins. It was one of those kisses that reminded her that Ian was one hell of a kisser and he knew it.
 
Sarah gasped brightly as Ian caught her in in the bottom of the valley, his strong body tumbling hers until she was trapped beneath his form and being kissed senseless. She whimpered hotly, her fingers gripping his tunic tightly as he stole her senses away.

"More." She gasped out during a break, moaning softly as he went right back into another kiss that melted her core.
 
Ian's own senses and need took over for his mind, and Sarah found him pressing tightly into the cradle of her hips, his hand caressing her thigh as he kissed her with everything he had. Their tongues met in the fervor, fighting for dominance, and with her kiss alone, she could feel his cock harden against her. He had a bit of blush of embarrassment, but he wouldn't hide how he felt from her.
 
Sarah groaned as she felt his cock hardening against her. She pressed her hips upward, panting as she noted the blush on his cheeks. Surely...

"Have you ever been with a woman, Ian?" She asked him softly.
 
"I 'ave... but nothin' ever serious b'fore..." he admitted quietly. It wasn't nerves of not knowing what he was doing, it was nerves about being able to please her as well as embarrassment that she could make him lose control so quickly. He knew exactly what he was doing, but he was afraid he'd lose his touch when faced with pleasing the love of his life.
 
"Good. That makes two of us." She said quietly, looking up into his honest gaze. "Would you like to undress me?"
 
"You ask tha' like I'd refuse th'offer," Ian teased gently before engaging her in another sensual kiss. His hands were deft and sure, finding and releasing the laces of her dress with the skill of a man who had worked with his hands all his life. He pressed a little closer against her, letting her feel how she'd effected him.

As he slipped the cloth away, and soon her underclothes to follow, he lost his breath when her body was revealed to his eyes. He was stricken with awe at her beauty and his own lust.
 
Sarah had never been shy when it came to her body, but the way that Ian looked upon her made a blush tint her cheeks. She fought the urge to cover herself as he took in every inch of her naked self. Her breasts were full and capped with pink nipples that had hardened to pebbles under his gaze. Her belly was flat, marred by the still healing wounds from that dreadful night in the keep. Her jewel, the one that should have been hidden behind a thatch of hair the same color as what was on her head, was shaved bare, leaving nothing to the imagination. Surprisingly, she was covered in a fine dusting of freckles, something no other man had ever taken the time to truly notice.
 
A smile slowly came over Ian's face, and he leaned down over her to touch her cheek and kiss her warmly, whispering, "You're so much more beautiful than I could've imagined..." Not only was it the truth, he also hoped to sooth her nerves. But now it was his turn to be laid bare, and he found himself rather nervous too. First to go was his dark shirt. Revealed to Sarah was a muscled and toned chest that was well tanned thanks to days in the sun. She'd seen him shirtless when they were younger while he worked the fields, but now that he was fully grown and stronger than ever, it was an impressive sight. But she found a long, cruel scar that extended from his collarbone down to his side at his waist. He must've gotten it in their long time apart after their friendship fell apart in the face of her heartbreak.

Soon he'd shed his trousers too, and apart from his solid and strong legs and hips, he was rather impressive when it came to his hardened cock that she'd so easily aroused.
 
Sarah pushed herself up on her elbows, watching as he undressed himself. Her eyes slowly took in his lean, muscled form, stopping when she met with his impressive, thick cock. She gasped softly, licking her lips at the sight of it. No one she'd ever been with had been that well endowed.

"Jesus, Ian. You've got a monster there." She murmured, her eyes looking into his as she smiled slowly. "I dare say you'll ruin me before the night is through."
 
"I won' ruin you," Ian half-smirked, "I'll jus' make ya never e'en think about another man again," he growled softly in her ear as he leaned down. She'd gotten his blood pumping. That raw masculinity was coming out along with his love and long term need to please her.
 
Sarah gasped softly at the pure male passion that was in Ian's voice as he moved over the top of her. Men has lusted after her, taking her on rough rides, stolen from her and never given back...but she had never wanted a man more then she wanted Ian right then. She was actually a little nervous as she felt his body starting to press down over the top of hers.

"Please don't take my heart, Ian." She murmured softly, letting him see that weakness and doubt, that lost look that she had worked so hard to keep from other people.
 
That gave Ian pause, and he forgot his building lust for her for the moment. He took her in his arms, and rolled slowly onto his back to let her rest against him as he cradled her close. It brought a pain to his chest to hear her plead with him not to take her heart, but he muttered softly in her ear, "I'd never take a thing from you unless y'gave it, love..." He looked up at her then, gauging her expression and the nerves she clearly felt. "We don' 'ave t'do this, Sarah, if you're no' ready."
 
"I'm ready. I'm more than ready." She murmured, resting against his chest for a moment. "I don't know what's wrong with me, Ian. I should be enjoying this moment. I should be mounting you right now and taking you for a wild ride, but..."

She didn't know how to put her feelings into words and that caused her concern.
 
Pressing a reassuring kiss to her cheek, Ian let his broad hand stroke up and down her back soothingly. "It's okay, love. I... I don' know what t'say t'help, but I'm 'ere to listen an' be whatever you need me to be." Letting his head lay against her own, he took a deep, quiet breath and relaxed beneath her.
 
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