Till Death Do Us Part

by E. Jamie

  When he lay back down, he gathered her into his arms, and she laid her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, which was now beginning to slow. She shouldn't even be contemplating what was going through her mind right now. She had made the right choice. She loved Aaron and wanted to stay with him. She had made a home with him, and she loved the life she had with him. Too many people would be hurt if she stayed with Connor. Sara could not be that selfish. She wasn't that same girl who had married Connor so many years ago.

  Wasn't she? Hadn't tonight shown her that nothing had changed? No, that wasn't fair. She had made her decision with a clear head, and it wasn't fair to change her mind when it was clouded by passion. His voice penetrated her thoughts, thankfully changing the subject.

  "Do me a favor. Stay here and don't come into the bathroom until I say. Got it?” he asked slipping out from underneath her.

  "What are you going to do?” Sara asked, smiling while she sat up, bringing the sheet with her.

  He gave her a devilish grin then leaned down and kissed her thoroughly before pulling away again. “Get ready for round two, baby,” he said then walked, naked as the day he was born, into the bathroom.

  Sara wrapped the blue satin sheet around her and walked to the bathroom door after she'd heard the water running for the longest time. She pounded on the door so she'd be sure he'd hear her. “Damn it, Nolan, what are you doing in there?"

  "I thought I told you to stay in bed,” he shouted back.

  "Since when do I do what you tell me?” Sara called through the door, smiling.

  "Go back to bed."

  "Come on. I'm dying out here."

  The sound of the water stopped, and the door opened so fast that it startled her. She tried to see past him but his broad shoulders blocked her view. The scent of vanilla filled her nostrils. “What are you doing in there? Baking a cake?” she asked, laughing.

  "Now you can come,” he said, stepping aside.

  "Is that a double entendre?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow. She gasped when she took in the scene before her. A bathtub full of vanilla scented bubbles with white rose petals strewn over them. “Wow. Very nice,” Sara said. She watched while Connor slipped into the tub and sat down.

  "Come on in, baby. The water's fine.” He smiled, and then his voice grew husky when he ordered her to take the sheet off. “Sara, let me look at you before you get in."

  She hesitated. They had just made love. God no, that was wrong. They'd fucked like animals, but because of their urgency, he hadn't really seen her body. She hadn't been given the time to feel nervous over the differences in her body. It wasn't the same body of the twenty-year-old virgin she had been on their wedding night. This was the body of a woman who had carried a child and given birth. She had the faint scars to prove it, and her stomach was no longer toned like it had been. Aaron had told her, her body turned him on even more now, knowing that she had given life. Would Connor feel the same?

  "Sara, take it off,” he insisted, touching the sheet.

  Sara closed her eyes, and swallowed hard. Then she decided it was better to keep them open and locked on him. She let the sheet fall away.

  He groaned, reaching out with a wet hand and traced the lines. She moaned as water trickled from his fingers onto her stomach and ran down to caress her between her legs.

  "Jesus,” he whispered, pulling her closer to him so he could her stomach. “It almost feels sacrilegious to touch you. God, I feel so fucking hard right now. Wanna know why?"

  Sara remained silent, waiting.

  "Seeing you like this. Knowing I put that kid inside of you. It's probably a chauvinistic male ego thing, but fuck it. I don't care. I made this happen, made these lines, made your thighs wider, your hips. My child. My son. Our son did that to you, the son we made together."

  Sara exhaled in relief then caught her breath in a gasp when he cupped her between her legs and stroked her with one finger.

  "Get in here, Sara,” he ordered her, his voice rough.

  She could feel herself getting wet again, and she stepped into the tub in front of him and sat down, turning so that her back was to him. Sara leaned against his chest, feeling his hardness pressed against her bottom. She sighed, feeling the hot water envelope her, and the vanilla scent relaxed her.

  "You were worried, weren't you?” he asked her after a while of relaxing silence. “That I'd be turned off."

  "Yes."

  He took her hand and brought it around to wrap around his hardness. “What does that tell you?” he asked giving a low growl when she moved her finger along his length.

  "That you're ready for round two,” she replied with a grin, turning her head to face him.

  He smiled, and she met his lips hungrily. He inserted one finger inside of her. She jerked her hips in response.

  "Mmmm. I'd say the feeling was mutual, baby, but first, we're gonna enjoy this bath, and then I'm gonna make love to you nice and slow."

  "Promises, promises, Nolan,” Sara said, laughing and giving his cock a playful squeeze. She shivered, remembering how he could draw her to the heights of earth-shattering pleasure, drawing it out until she was certain she would go insane with the sweet torture. No matter how much she pleaded, though, when he was determined to go slow, no pleas would rush him.

  Sara lay against Connor's chest and let the hot water relax her. She closed her eyes and felt Connor's chest rise and fall behind her as he nuzzled her ear. She sighed as her stomach fluttered beneath his exploring fingers. “This is wonderful. Thank you."

  "The bubbles smell good enough to eat.” Connor scooped up a handful and lifted it to her face. “Hungry?"

  She laughed and pushed his hand upward, which caused the bubbles to smash into his own face.

  "Oh, it's like that is it?” Connor said, wiping his face and throwing a handful of bubbles at her.

  Sara squealed and tried to dart away, but he had his arm around her to hold her in place. They struggled in the water causing huge amounts to slop over the sides.

  He dumped two handfuls of bubbles over her head. “Ooooh you've got to be the sexiest Santa I've ever seen,” Connor said laughing, brushing a kiss across her lips.

  "Oh yeah, Nolan? Want your present?” Sara asked, reaching around to grab his length.

  "Damn woman.” Connor smiled. “Is that all you ever think about?” he asked, teasing her.

  "No, sometimes I think about fucking you, not just touching you,” she admitted, watching his surprise at her language. He grew thicker in her hand. She turned around to face him so she could get a better grip.

  "Say that again, baby,” he ordered, his blue eyes darkening with desire.

  "Say what, Connor?” she asked, feigning innocence. She whispered in his ear, “Do you want to hear me say how much I love how you fuck me? That I love the way you feel inside me. The way you push me harder.” She moaned, stroking him. “Faster.” She smiled, liking his reaction to her soft words. “Further.” She brushed her lips ever so gently across his lips. “Higher."

  He grabbed her face and kissed her, groaning when her hand movements quickened. His tongue plundered her mouth, rubbed against her tongue. She pushed him away when she could no longer breathe.

  He reached for her, but she held him off. “Uh, uh, my love. You're gonna watch, baby, and not touch. Just put your hand over mine."

  Sara moved to the side of the white claw-foot tub and kept her eyes on Connor while he closed his hand around the back of hers. She'd never done this before, pleasured herself in front of him. Of course, because of the bubbles their hands and legs were covered, but the bubbles were beginning to dissipate, and a few of the rose petals floated on spots of clear water. She parted her wet folds. It was because of him she was throbbing and so badly in need of release. She gave a sigh and almost closed her eyes, but his voice stopped her.

  "Baby, keep them open,” he ordered her as she stroked herself.

  She slipped her middle finger inside of her, and his hand followed her
movements, in and out while her other finger played with her most sensitive nub of flesh. She gasped at the sensation, peaked and sharpened because his eyes were on her. She sighed, pumping her finger and imagining it was him back inside of her. How many times had she done this, imagined him inside of her, seeing his eyes in her mind while she pleasured herself? Before now, she had never physically cheated on Aaron, but in her mind, she had done so countless times when she was alone.

  "What are you feeling, baby? Tell me, Sara. Describe it for me,” Connor said, his voice rough.

  She inserted a second, then a third finger.

  She moaned and had a hard time keeping her eyes open, feeling her orgasm approach. “Full. Oh God. Mmmmmm. So full.” In and out she moved her fingers, and his movements rode with her.

  "Are you wishing it was me, baby?” Connor asked, taking her earlobe between his teeth and biting with slight pressure.

  "Yessssss,” she cried out while her orgasm threatened to overtake her.

  "Do you wish I was inside you? Hard as a rock inside you?” he asked while her hand quickened between her legs.

  "Connor. Ooooooh. Dear Goooood.” Her thoughts drifted back to a short while ago when he had been hard as a rock inside of her, and she gathered the sensory memory of his cock driving, thrusting, pounding inside her desperate, clutching pussy. Sara came hard against her hand and his. She arched back, sending fresh puddles of water over the sides of the wide tub.

  "Don't stop, baby. Make yourself keep coming,” Connor said, urging her hand to keep pumping. “Imagine it's me, Sara, fucking you, fucking you so good and so hard, my cock deep inside you, pumping hard. Do you feel it?"

  She kept the vivid pictures in her mind, and when she opened her eyes, she saw them also in his gaze as well.

  "Put in another finger, baby. Do it, Sara, and imagine it's me stretching you wide."

  Sara pushed in a fourth finger, and he urged her on, pumping her hand even when he closed his own hand over his shaft and began stroking. “Oh God. Oh God, Connor, it's too much. Oh dear God. It feels too good,” Her body shook with pleasure, the aftershocks pulsing together, getting ready to gather into another breathtaking orgasm.

  "Let it feel good, baby. Come for me again, baby. Let me see you come again so I can come too. Fuck.” He groaned, and Sara could tell by the tone of his voice he would come soon.

  Sara tilted her head back as she rammed her four fingers faster, harder while imagining it was Connor. “Oh please. Ohhhhh God,” she whimpered while her brain turned to mush.

  "Sara, oh fuck, baby. I'm gonna come. Sara, come again for me. Come, baby,” he pleaded as her body, meeting his raised leg behind her, arched again and nearly lifted half out of the tub.

  Sara cried out his name, and Connor called out hers when he came. Both of them fell back against the edges of the tub, sated, satisfied, and grinning like idiots. Connor reached over and kissed her deep and hard.

  "The water's getting cold. Wanna go sit by the fire?” he asked referring to the fireplace in the living room of the suite.

  "Mmmmm.” Sara nodded. “That'd be nice.” She watched him climb out.

  * * * *

  The clock ticked away in the semidarkness, reminding Connor and Sara of the preciousness of the remaining hours while they sat quietly in front of the roaring fire. Both of them avoided looking at the clock, not wanting to know what time it was. It was still dark. That was all they needed. They still had time. Sara sipped her wine and leaned back against Connor's bare chest, the blue satin sheet wrapped securely around her. She closed her eyes and reveled in the warmth from the fire and the soft white rug beneath her as well as Connor's half-naked body behind her. His arms were wrapped tight around her.

  She felt it again, that feeling she'd had that night she had slept in his bedroom. Peace, a quiet calm that before that night she had only felt with Aaron. She was sated, satisfied, and now her body was lulled into calmness. She wanted to share this with Connor, but she didn't dare. One of the reasons she had chosen Aaron was that he gave her a peace that Connor never had. Now it was different, and they both gave her that sense of rightness, that either one of them could be the one she could grow old with. Her mind was spinning in twelve different directions. Could she make a different choice? No, she told herself. Don't base your decision on one night of passion. Think of Nathan. Don't destroy his home because of one night of good sex. Sara shivered, and Connor's arms tightened around her.

  "You okay?” he asked, his breath warm against her ear.

  She reached back and stroked his face. “I love you,” she said, stroking his arm with her other hand.

  "I love you, too.” He kissed her cheek.

  "Can you imagine what would've happened if I never proposed to you?” she asked smiling.

  "That's impossible. You and I were inevitable. As long as we were both alive, it was going to happen between us."

  "You think so, too?” she asked, laughing.

  "Yep. Are you kidding me? The second I saw you, I knew you'd be it for me,” he confessed.

  His words thrilled her and saddened her at the same time. “Connor—"

  "Don't say it, Sara. Don't tell me to find someone else. There will never be anyone else."

  "Are you telling me when I married Aaron you didn't sleep with anyone?” she asked, the very idea eating at her insides. “Connor, I know you. You're not exactly immune to the lure of sex."

  "I'm not saying I lived like a monk. To be perfectly honest with you, after you married Aaron, I fucked any woman I could. I hated you so much, and it was my way of getting back at you."

  "I didn't need to know that.” Sara grimaced at the idea that something that was so beautiful to her could be used in such a hateful way.

  "You asked, but that's not the point. I'm not saying I'll never have sex with another woman after we leave here, but I can promise you I'll never make love to her, not like with you.” His voice trembled, and Sara was afraid to turn around and see the pain she heard in his voice. “Never like with you."

  Sara lifted his hand to her mouth and kissed his palm, running her lips and the tip of her tongue along the smooth skin. She felt him shiver behind her. He buried his face in her damp hair. “Connor, make love to me,” she said and moved her lips down to his wrist and ran her tongue along the pulse.

  He slipped out from behind her and laid her down on the carpet, his mouth covering hers in a soft, lazy kiss.

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  Chapter Fourteen

  He ran his fingers along her face, a feather light touch along her eyelids, nose, cheeks, and lips. “God, I love you. Promise you'll always remember that. Never forget us, Sara. Never forget this night.” Connor trembled as he spoke. He traced her lower lip with his thumb, and she caught it with her teeth, making him smile.

  "Never,” she promised. Dear God, as if she could. “Connor, you're the deepest part of my soul. I couldn't forget if I tried. Trust me.” She gave a sad laugh. “I've tried.” She ran the tip of her tongue along the pad of his thumb.

  He leaned down and kissed her, an achingly sweet, slow kiss that shook her to her very core. He had never been this gentle with her, not even the first time when he was trying to be. She knew what he was doing and loved him for it. He was trying to make it last, knowing it would be the last time. His mouth moved across her lips to her jaw and cheeks. Sara ran her fingers through his hair while his lips moved across her eyes. She let her lids flutter closed and sighed, letting his touch weave its magic spell over her, giving herself up to the beauty of their lovemaking.

  "Beautiful, so very beautiful,” he whispered. He lifted her hair off the back of her neck and spread it out on the carpet in a fan around her face. He let his hands slip inside first and gave a low sigh, which was echoed by Sara when he caressed her breasts, holding their fullness in his hands. “God Sara, to touch you, heaven,” he said, running his fingers over her nipples, which made a warmth shoot through her.

  It was like her body
knew. Don't feel too much too soon. It'll be over too fast that way. Instead, she relaxed beneath his fingers and let him caress her into an enveloping cloak of sensation that made her feel cherished and adored.

  His hands traveled down her breasts to her stomach, tracing the faint lines. “My baby, my baby was here inside of you. Thank you, Sara. Thank you for letting me be a part of his life.” He ran his tongue along the lines, and she tilted her head back and stroked his hair.

  "I love you, Connor. So, so much,” Sara thought, not knowing if she'd said it out loud.

  "I love you, too,” he replied, showing her that she had. His fingers danced over her hips, full and round. He buried his face against her waist, and he teased her skin with his tongue just above her pelvic bone. He ran his tongue along the seam of skin on one side and then the other, which made her quiver in anticipation of him moving lower still. Her body tightened between her legs at his teasing, and she moaned when his fingers parted her folds first, no doubt already finding them wet.

  She whimpered while he stroked her. She didn't want to beg him for more. She wanted this to last for as long as possible. Her hands clutched the carpet.

  "Sara, look at me."

  She opened her eyes.

  "I'm gonna take my time with you,” he promised.

  His touch was gentle, as if he'd never touched her before. Her hips rolled in time with his strokes, and she whimpered, giving her control up to him. Let him do what he pleased with her, go fast, slow, whatever he liked. Next, his mouth was between her legs, worshipping her with his tongue. Sara arched and called out his name while he took her higher, higher. Her fingers tangled in his hair, and she pulled, unable to resist the action. She could see the small welts along his back where her nails had scratched in passion before, and the image reminded her of the shattering urgency that had taken her breath away. The memory aroused her and saddened her at the same time. When she reached her orgasm beneath his tongue, her eyes filled with tears.

  Connor reached up to kiss her tears away and pulled her on top of him. The fire warmed her naked back while she leaned over him and explored his body the way he had done to her. She caressed smooth, warm skin, the stubble of his jaw, his Adam's apple, his shoulders. She took his fingers and began sucking on them to show him what she intended to do to him.