Sara ignored her and wandered to the side of the stage, to take a peek at him. His singing had improved and he held his audience captive with a song he had composed; entitled: ‘God’s Grace is Bigger’. She found herself clapping enthusiastically as he finished, among cries of ‘encore’ but he graciously declined and made way for the next act.
The concert was finished at ten and Sara wished it had continued – she had enjoyed herself immensely. Her father was long gone, claiming extreme weariness and Callie had to rush home because Ben was coming down with something. “Call me tomorrow,” she told Sara as she rushed out.
Sara stayed behind to help with the cleaning up and so did David. Before long, everyone had trickled out leaving them both. She helped him lock up and they went out to the parking lot. It was almost eleven o’clock but Sara felt energized and not in the least bit sleepy.
“Had fun?” he asked her as they walked to her car. His truck was parked next to hers.
“Tremendously,” she laughed gaily. She had brought a thin sweater which she put on over her dress; it was starting to feel a little chilly.
“I'm glad,” he said softly.
She made to open her car door and then stopped, turning to face him. “You have a wonderful talent, David,” she told him sincerely.
“Thanks,” he murmured. He was standing in front of her and Sara found herself wondering what he would do if she just leaned into him and kissed him. Without even thinking about it she got closer to him and put her arms around his neck. “Sara?” his voice was husky.
“I want to kiss you,” she told him and before he could respond she stood on her toes to reach his mouth. He smelled of his familiar elusive cologne and the cool night air and as his breath stirred her face she moaned; her tongue delving inside his mouth. For a moment, he stood rigid and then with a muffled groan he pulled her closer to him and returned the kiss with ardor. He bore back against the car, one hand reaching to touch her unfettered breasts; rubbing against the nipple while his mouth ravished hers. Sara sagged against the car; she was trembling; her heart thundering inside her chest. She had to have him and it had to be now.
It was the glare of headlights that brought them back to where they were. “Not here,” he muttered harshly, wrenching his lips from hers. He rested his forehead against hers, trying to bring his breathing under control.
“I need you,” she told him huskily.
He groaned and his hands tightened around her. “Come home with me,” he breathed.
“It’s too late,” she said helplessly, her body vibrating. “I didn’t say anything to my Dad.”
“Have dinner with me tomorrow at my place,” he sighed against her lips.
She nodded, her heart thundering. She lifted her head and gazed at him; his breath caught in his throat as he stared at her face, illuminated by the street light. Her coffee and cream complexion was flushed with excitement and her eyes were heavy lidded. She looked like sex, there was no better way to put it and he felt the heaviness in his loins. He needed her desperately.
“You have to leave now,” he told her hoarsely, his eyes holding hers. “I can’t hold out if you don’t go.” With a groan, he took her lips with his roughly; his hands crushing her and then letting go abruptly, striding away to wrench open the door of his truck and going inside.
He watched her until she had driven out of the parking lot and then he followed behind her to make sure she had reached home safely.
She could not sleep that night and she found herself twisting and turning; going over and over in her mind what they had done and how his touch had made her feel. She had wanted so much to go home with him, she wanted him so much. She finally fell asleep in the wee hours of the morning but it was a sleep that was sprinkled with confusing dreams about David.
*****
She had told her father she was going out to dinner and he had given her a quizzical look before he nodded. “See you when I see you,” he told her with a slight smile. The store had not been busy and she had left a little after five. David had told her to come over as soon as she was finished at the store. She got to his house half an hour later and just sat in the car, wondering what on earth she was doing. She had dressed carefully in a tan pantsuit, cream blouse and tan heels. She had gold hoops at her ears and a thin gold chain around her neck.
“Are you going to sit out there all evening?” his voice jolted her out of her reverie and Sara jumped guiltily. She had been so deep in thought that she had not heard him approaching. He was leaning against the gate and his expression was amused. He was in jeans and a white T-shirt and his hair was slightly tousled by the breeze.
“I was just getting out,” she told him defensively, climbing out of the car.
“And here I was thinking maybe you were getting cold feet.” He teased, opening the gate to let her in. He was so close that her breast brushed against his chest, causing her to jump slightly. She was jumpy and nervous and she was annoyed with herself.
“Why would you think that?” she brushed past him, not seeing the admiring look he gave her.
“Make yourself at home,” he told her heading for the kitchen. “I have iced tea, root beer and lemonade in the fridge, drink something.”
Sara had taken off her shoes and was in her stocking feet. She wandered over to the large double sided fridge and took a glass from the sideboard and poured herself some lemonade. She caught a glimpse of him inside the kitchen, busily stirring something on the stove. “This was your aunt’s house wasn’t it?” she asked him; she had wandered into the kitchen and perched on a stool at the counter.
“Yes,” he nodded. “She left it to me and I did some renovations; still doing some. I have some ideas – I am planning to build a gazebo and wraparound benches in the garden and a green grocery around the side.”
“That sounds like a good idea and something the neighborhood needs,” Sara said approvingly, sipping her ice cold drink.
“Thanks,” he told her. “Ready to eat?”
“What’s for dinner?” she asked him, sniffing the air.
“My famous chicken pot pie and apple tart. Do you mind if we eat in here?”
“I would love that,” she told him.
He put the place mats on the counter and asked her to get some plates from the cupboard. The meal was delicious and Sara found herself asking for more. “When did you learn to cook so well?” she asked him curiously, she was on her second helping of apple tart.
“Mom taught me the basics and I love to experiment,” he reached over and used a finger to wipe sauce from her chin, bringing the finger to his mouth to lick it.
Don’t make it sexual, she told herself firmly as she stared at him.
“Finished?” he asked her, getting up to put the dishes inside the sink.
She nodded not trusting herself to speak.
“Want any coffee?” he asked as she slid off the stool.
“No,” she murmured. He had come up beside her and his hands trapped her against the counter. “David?” she leaned back against the counter.
“Hmm,” he was busy. Looking at her slightly parted lips which still had the rose gloss she had put on shortly before she came over. Her eyes which were slightly lowered and heavy lidded. He was busy, fighting the feeling that threatened to overcome him. His mouth lowered slowly and Sara waited, not moving as he reached within a hairs breadth of her lips, his breath touching her. He took her lips with his and she succumbed; she had been waiting so long for this. She had anticipated how she would feel and what she would do but all of that fled through the window as his lips touched hers. His mouth was hard against hers and even though he was not touching anywhere else on her body; her entire being was flooded with warmth and she felt the tingling traveling from her toes upwards. It was she who did the touching, the reaching out as she twined her arms around his neck, pressing her body closer to him; willing him to hold her but he didn’t, he continued to torture her with his mouth; his kisses taking her breath away; almost ha
d her begging for more.
He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers, his breathing harsh. They stayed that way for a time, neither of them saying anything – he was not holding her and she had her arms still around his neck. She was wondering what he was thinking and torturing herself on how she could make him see how sorry she was. “You always have a way of making me forget where I am and what I am about,” he told her huskily; lifting his head. “Here we are in my kitchen and I can’t wait to get you in my bed and tear off your clothes; what have you done to me Sara? What is this power you have over me that no matter how much you hurt me I can’t hate you? I run straight back into your arms?”
“Let me go,” Sara pushed against him but he would not budge. And as Sara looked up at him, she saw it; the confusion, the sadness and the passion, emotions he had no control over, emotions he was wrestling with. She felt the tenderness washed over her; tenderness for this man who had been broken when she had left and she wanted to ease his pain and tell him she was here and never leaving again; but he would not believe her; words would not do it now, maybe action would.
“I hate myself for hurting you so much,” she told him softly, reaching a hand to touch his rigid jaw, roughened by an overnight growth. He was always saying that no matter how often he shaved, he just could not keep up with the growth of hair on his face. “I wish I could take it back but I cannot and I don’t know what to do,”
He stood there looking down at her, his expression not changing. Then with a tortured groan he closed his arms with stunning force. His lips came down and his mouth moved over hers with bruising force; opening up a maelstrom that swept them along with a force that swept them away on its tide.
Sara held on to him; her body moving restlessly against his; her arms tight around his neck. With a swift movement, he swept her off her feet and into his arms, never once breaking the kiss; his mouth moving hers desperately as if he broke the contact she would leave.
Chapter 5
Sara barely caught a glimpse of a large minimalist bedroom before he placed her on his king sized gently. “I want to undress you slowly and see every inch of your body,” he murmured. “I want to take my time but I don’t know if I can.”
Her blouse buttoned at the front and he slowly pulled the first one open. It was pure torture for her as she lie still; letting him do what he wanted. He finally pulled the shirt from the waistband of her pants. Then he just looked at her; one hand trailing over the generous curve of her breast over the lace of her white bra.
“You’re so beautiful,” he pushed away the scrap of material; exposing her full round flesh with nipples as hard as pebbles. “I used to dream about you; about doing this to you and wondered if I would ever get the chance again,” He bent his head and Sara arched her body in anticipation of his mouth on her. He sucked her nipple inside his mouth; pulling on it and blowing, causing the tension to build up inside her. She sank her fingers in his hair; a cry building up inside her throat. He shifted to her other breast to give it the same attention.
He sat up and kneeled over her, pulling down her pants to reveal tiny matching panties. His fingers trailed over her upper thigh, dangerously close to her pubic area. His head was bent as he looked at her. Sara came up on her elbows so that she could get a better look at him. There was no light in the bedroom; only the sliver of light in the passage way. His hair had fallen down on his forehead and Sara wanted to brush it back. He took off her panties and then took off his clothes. Sara stared at him; her heart jumping inside her chest. He had filled out. He was not the same lanky boy from her childhood days, the muscles rippled on his chest and arms and there was a sprinkling of dark hair drifting down to his pubic area. His erection stood out proudly and she remembered how she had always teased him that maybe he was part black because how else would he be so generously endowed.
He watched her watching him and he watched as she reached out and touch him there, causing a jolt to enter his body. He ran his hand over her pubic area, fingers drifting down to her opening which was already wet. She opened her legs to him and he dipped his fingers inside her; watching her face as he worked his fingers inside. Sara clamped her legs tight around his fingers, her back arching. “David,” she cried out, her hands gripping the sheets.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” he said hoarsely, his fingers pressing inside her. “Tell me what to do to you.”
“I want you inside me please,” She gasped. “Please David, I want you inside me.”
He took out his fingers, moist with her wetness and rose over her, guiding his erection inside her; she opened up for him and he eased inside her tightness, his teeth clenched. He started moving and she went with him; lifting her hips to draw him in closer. “Sara!” he cried out hoarsely, taking her lips with his as he plunged inside her, his hands tight on her hips as he lifted her to meet his thrusts. She closed over him like a vice and met his thrusts with her frenzied ones. She had missed this and she did not realized it; she had missed him and the way he made her feel and she had been contented to live with second best. He filled her up and she fitted him so well that it was like they were molded together as one.
She lifted her legs and clasped them around his waist, giving him more, wanting more of him. He came before her, he wanted to wait for her but he could not hold back any longer and releasing her mouth he cried out hoarsely as he spilled his seed inside her; his body shaking. His spasms were over before she started feeling the sensation rushing through her. “David,” she cried out, digging her fingers into his shoulders as the wave crashed over her. He held her to him as they both rode out the wave together.
He rested his forehead against hers and she held him to her; loathe letting him go. There was so much she wanted to say to him; how sorry she was and how she would never make the mistake of leaving again if he only gave her a second chance.
But before she could say anything; he rolled off and got off the bed leaving her cold and lonely without his body on hers. “It’s late, and your dad may be wondering where you are,” he told her abruptly, pulling on his pants.
Sara stiffened and with a resolute look on her face she slid off the bed; looking for pieces of her clothing. To hell with him, she thought as she hurriedly got dressed. His back was to her and he had sat on a flimsy piece of ottoman that looked out of place in the room.
“I’m ready,” she told him stiffly; already going towards the door.
He caught her just as she reached the hallway and pulled her arm to turn her around. “I want to beg you to stay with me and forget the hurt and pain I felt when you left; I want to bury myself inside you over and over again but I can’t, not now.” He told her roughly and with a groan he took her lips in a bruising kiss that had her leaning against him weakly; then he released her; his breathing irregular.
“Go Sara,” he told he wearily. “Please, before I change my mind.” She left without a word and when she got into her car she saw him at the window looking out at her. She gunned the engine and drove off; combing a hand through her tousled hair; her mind in turmoil and her body craving him.
*****
He didn’t call her. Not even to find out if she had reached home safely. Sara told herself she did not care; but she did and that night she found herself going over the night and her body tingled as she remembered what it had been like. She loved him and she knew that now; but the problem was how was she going to convince him she was here to stay and she was not going anywhere?
The next day at work she hardly had time to think about him; the store was so busy. It was summer break and the children and young people had decided to spend some time at the bookstore; probably to get out of the stifling heat or to take advantage of the free Wi-Fi services offered. Some of them even bought books and CDs. Her father had stepped out for a bit and she was manning the store by herself. It was approaching three o’clock and the store had emptied somewhat when she came in. Sally Graham was a female replica of her son; she only lacked his towering height
and Sara remembered the many times she had been at her house when she and David were together. Sara felt herself standing to her full height unconsciously as she turned to face the petite woman; she'd seen her at church the times she had been there but had always managed to avoid her.
“My dear,” she greeted Sara warmly. “I have not officially seen you since your return.”
Sara forced a smile and greeted the older woman, taking her small hand in hers. “Hi Sally, you haven’t aged a bit.”
“And you have done something wonderful with your hair,” Sally walked over and sat on one of the chairs available, forcing Sara to do the same. “You are such a beautiful girl; I can see why my David is finding it hard to get over you.”
“Sally, I am sorry but my relationship with David is not up for discussion,” Sara said firmly even though she was quaking inside. The woman hated her and she could not blame her.
“So there is a relationship?” she looked at the girl curiously. She was so beautiful and David did not stand a chance.
“That’s between us,” Sara said politely, wishing a ton of customers would invade the store to save her from this awkward conversation.
“When you left David several years ago, I had to pry him out of bed.” She began as if she did not hear her. “He would not eat and he spent his nights just staring at the phone hoping it would ring and hoping it would be you. I ached for him and I found myself wishing I could give him something to ease his pain; but it’s not like a physical pain is it? You can’t just give a person a pill and say take two times a day for a week, can you? So I sat there watching him suffer and could not do anything about it and now you’re back, looking more beautiful than ever and my David is back to suffering again; only this time it is even worse because he gets to see you and remember and want and wonder if he allows you back in; if you’ll leave again.”
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