The Long Road Home (closed)

"I won' take anythin' I haven't earned, you know tha'. I ain' done anything special t'deserve that." Ian came alongside her to help. He didn't believe that titles or connections should bring prosperity, only merit.
 
"You , out of any one else in this kingdom, deserves every title that can be bestowed." Sarah said softly, turning her gaze towards Ian. "And you won't stop me from spending money on you. New clothes, food, everything, Ian. It's the least that I can do."
 
"Nah.... the least y'could do is jus' kiss me, darlin'. I don' need anyone or anythin' but you." He reached out to touch her cheek tenderly with a smile. "Beautiful thing..." he muttered.
 
Sarah smiled easier than before and leaned forward to kiss him gently. Her lips settled against his and she sighed dreamily, letting herself open up and feel with him.
 
Ian sighed contently, letting his arms drape around her waist comfortably as if it was the most natural thing in the world. As their lips parted, he let his forehead rest against her own and he let out a deep breath. "Beautiful woman..." he muttered.
 
The feel of his hands on her waist would have normally made her cringe, but knowing that Ian did so with all the love in the world, Sarah felt incredibly comfortable. She sighed and nuzzled against her lover, allowing him to see a woman that no one else had ever seen before. She kissed him with a passion, her hands pulling at his shirt. She wanted him again. She wanted to make love to him to make sure that everything wasn't simply a mistake.
 
Ian gladly shed his tunic and let it fall away. Again his handsome chest was revealed in the soft light, and so was that cruel, mysterious scar from his collarbone to his hip. He seemed to be trying to turn that side away from her, as if trying to hide it as he attempted to distract her with his kiss. He was incredibly self-conscious about it, and Ian was not a man for such a thing.
 
"You'll tell me about it soon enough." Sarah murmured as their kiss broke and she began kissing his throat.

She let out a sigh at the feel of his skin beneath her lips as she traced her way down his chest, pausing to lick and nip at his belly. Soon, she was kneeling in front of him, her hands working at the closure of his pants.
 
Ian was surprised, to say the least, after her initial struggle with giving herself over to his love and pleasure, but he relaxed into her attention with a smile and a bit of giddy energy he'd not felt since he was a teenager. When she unbuttoned his trousers, his hardened cock was waiting for her, standing proudly between his thighs.
 
Sarah felt powerful as his hard cock sprang free. She might have been new with love, but she knew how to control a man using his lust. She pulled his trousers down , licking her lips as her hands found their way to the cheeks of his ass. She slowly draw her nails down the sensitive flesh as she leaned forward and took the head of his cock between her lips. She moaned softly at the taste, suckling him with sure motions.
 
Ian let out a deep, breathless groan as he was suddenly taught just how skillful she actually was. His knees would've gone weak if he hadn't locked them to stay standing. He let a hand support him against a chair, and the other instinctively came to tangle in her beautiful black locks. "Goddamn, Sarah..." he muttered in awe of her.
 
Sarah let his encouragement soak into her. She took more of his cock between her lips as he tangled his fingers in her thick hair. She was going to show him in the only way that she knew just how much he meant to her. Slowly, she brought a hand from his flank and reached between his thighs to gently cradle his balls. She massaged the globes as her head bobbed along his length.
 
Ian couldn't take much of such expert treatment, and he tried to tell her. All that came out was a deep, long groan unlike any she'd ever heard, and he let himself be lost in her pleasuring, drawing her gently closer and letting her take as much as she could handle of his thick shaft. "Fuckin' 'ell..." he whispered to himself.
 
Sarah had never known a passion like this before. She took as much of his thick cock as she could, wrapping her free hand around the little bit of the shaft that remained. She loved the noises that he made, the deep guttural growls and mutters that he issued.
 
Finally Ian lost control, and with the longest, deepest, most adoring moan she'd ever heard, he let loose his seed. It was like sweet fire, scalding her throat. He took a deep breath, his chest heaving from the rush. "Dear Gods," he whispered, and drew her to her feet. He kissed her like he'd never kissed anyone in his life, or like she'd ever been kissed in hers. He could drown a woman with a kiss like that.
 
Sarah barely had time to drink down Ian's sweet seed before she was being pulled to her feet and kissed within an inch of her life. She went limp in his arms, whimpering as he made love to her in a way that she'd never experienced before. It wasn't anything physical. She could feel it in her very being just how he kissed her.
 
When their lips finally parted, Ian looked at her like he was entranced by her beauty and her simple being. "Sarah..." he whispered, unable to say or think of anything else as his hands laid on her hips, welcoming her close as she could get.
 
Sarah pressed against her lover as he encouraged her on. She sighed softly, kissing him again before they could have a moment to think. She wanted nothing in return from him. She was happy that she had given him something so special, something that he would remember for the rest of his life.
 
Ian gave no thought to retiring to the bedroom with her or even finding the sofa. Sarah soon found herself laid back across the wooden floor with her lover peppering her skin with fiery kisses and touches. He wanted to return the favor and make her feel just as good as she'd made him feel.
 
Sarah let out a sigh as she found herself pressed against the floor, Ian loving her in a way that brought tears to her eyes. She whimpered, gasping as his lips left a fiery trail across her skin.

"Oh, love..." She murmured, squirming beneath him.
 
He tried to dwell at her shoulders and neck, but her breasts were far too tempting as he slipped her dress from her shoulders after unlacing the back. His lips trapped one peaked nipple, suckling needfully as his free hand pressed under her dress and undergarment to her moist folds.
 
Sarah bucked off the floor as soon as Ian's fingers found their way to her wet folds, teasing her mercilessly. She let out a cry as his lips wrapped around her nipple, suckling until she saw stars behind her closed eyes. No one had ever sparked that little zing of lightening that ran across her spine.
 
His thick, calloused fingers pressed deep into her moist blossom, touching her like she'd never been touched and loving her in a way she'd never known nor dared to hope for since Brogan's first admission of his love for her so long ago. He switched to her opposite nipple, then kissed over her chest hotly with deep need and his breath wisping over her skin.
 
Sarah let out a whine of pleasure, gasping as his fingers pressed inward until they stroked a spot within her that no man had ever found. Her fingers moved to clench at his forearm, trying to push him away from such intense pleasure, but it seemed that he had other plans. As his lips captured her other nipple, she saw stars bursting before her eyes, the entire earth moving around her.

"Ian....you'll surely kill me." She managed to gasp out, letting him know the intense pleasure and intense fear she held in the moment.
 
Ian lifted his head and engaged her in a soft but passionate kiss before he whispered, "No... I jus' want to give you what y'gave me..." He drew his hand from her entrance and pulled away the remainder of her dress and underclothes, pulling her in tight against him so she could feel how incredibly aroused he was once more. He wanted her terribly.
 
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