Smoldering Desires

Chapter 13

He tasted like Scotch and cigars.

Gil made a harsh desperate sound.

Sara tasted like the chocolate cake Nick had brought.

“Missed you.” He grunted and big hands palmed her ass.

“Perfect ass,” he said against her ear.

Sara was wearing a thin pair of cotton panties that were soaked through with her excitement. Gil was clad only in soft worn jeans. He still had them only because he was trying desperately not to make love to his wife to be.

It had started with a kiss. He had only planned on kissing her goodnight, then to bed. He was tired and heavy with joy and happiness. Sara said she wanted to stay up a bit. He offered to stay up with her. She looked into his tired eyes and said no. Normal was a tired worn out husband sleeping while his wife stayed up to watch an old movie.

Now he was on top of her grinding into her.

He pulled away and looked down at her. Perfection.

“Take your pants off.” Sara said grinning up at him as she reached for the button of his fly.

“Have I told you how good you look in these jeans?” Her voice was a low rumble. A siren call that demanded attention.

He slid the pants down his leg and pushed them to the floor. He didn’t know what she was planning but it had to be better than randy teenagers.

He watched as she slid from under him.

“Sit up on the edge of the sofa.” She commanded huskily. She wore only the panties and thin t-shirt.

“Commando Gil...I like it.”

He watched as she took him in his mouth. He nearly came as her warmth encased him. Sara’s blowjobs. Sara gave him the best blowjobs he had ever experienced. She walked the delicate tightrope between sucking to hard and not hard enough. She used her teeth just enough and swallowed. That had nearly undone him the first time she had gone down one him. It showed it inordinate amount of trust and love and devotion. More than he deserved and had nearly killed him to be so ugly to her when he left. That she would let, no, encourage him to come in that way.

His big hands were massaging her scalp urging her on. He filled her mouth as she welcomed it home.

He leaned back and wondered at his celibacy over the last few months. He stroked her scalp with one thick forefinger. Colors formed behind his eyelids a sure sign that he was near his release.

She sucked on one ball then the other enjoying the saltiness of him. The feel of him in her mouth. Such a common act of mundane eroticism. A woman giving the man she loved a blow job just because. It was good to be home.


XXX

Gil looked at Sara’s unmoving nostrils.

“Why are you holding your breath?”

“Kegels.”

“And those are?”

Sara spit toothpaste into the stainless steal sink. Gil’s constant hovering unnerved her a little and flattering her all at once. He thought everything was cute or adorable. Brushing her teeth. Combing her hair.

“They make your vaginal muscles tight. They say you are supposed to do it after a baby.”

“Oh.”

Not sure what he should say he sat on the side of the antique tub Sara had bought a week before.

Gil looked sheepish. “I am sorry. I just missed you. Sorry.”

Sara’s expression softened. Sara continued flossing, finished and went back to brushing.

“So how was the lunch?”

There next door neighbor Mara had seen Sara in their small backyard the week before and struck up a conversation.

“You must be our new neighbors. Who is this precious thing?” She said “precious" with a deep southern twang.

“This is Hope Angel.” Sara side proudly as she looked at her golden locked daughter who was fighting sleep.

“I don’t have any. The man before you and your husband moved in, I thought he might be a prospect but no.”

Sara gave her a thin grin. Gil did look different, especially from a distance. His hair was a stark steel color. Gone was the white and any of the dark that had previously covered his scalp. He had lost pounds but more than that he was lean, although he still retained his powerful build.

“I think he must have been gay or something. He was nice and all but he never gave me the time of day. Believe me I tried. He was studied bugs and such. He worked at a crime lab. One day he just up and disappeared. I didn’t realize it was on the market.”

Sara smiled at the buxom blonde. She reminded Sara of her mother. Tall and shapely with clear blue eyes.

The woman continued to talk. “My sister lives across the street. You might have seen her. Kind of looks like you. All legs and fabulous hair. I swear my real family is out there looking for me. I am the only blonde. The only one that has to buy industrial strength bras. Anywho. She just had baby too. There are about five or six of you on the block so she’s having a luncheon to exchange numbers and what not. Bond. You want me to tell her about you? I am sorry. I don’t know your name? I am Mara.”

“Sara.”

Mara smiled and showed capped teeth. “That’s funny, Dr. Grissom had a friend named Sara. Actually, before, he told me about her. Said she would be in and out of the house. I never saw her though…”

The other woman looked up. “Shit! Did I just stick my whole foot in my mouth or what? You are Sara aren’t you? Dr. Grissom’s Sara?”

Sara nodded.

“I am so sorry. Oh dear. Please forgive me.”

“S’okay. Grissom’s hot. That’s how we ended up with that little bundle of joy.”

She pulled out floss and began to work on her teeth.

“It’s was depressing and enlightening.”

“That’s so cute.”

Sara’s eyes were slits. “Would you stop that? Everything I do is not sweet. I am pulling food from my teeth for God’s sake. ”

“So why was lunch that depressing?”

“These women. Some of them were second or third time mom’s. Except for Mara’s sister and Thandie, the showgirl down the street. No one wants to have sex. Some of them even lied to their husbands and boyfriends about when they can start having sex again.”

Gil followed her out of the bathroom and grabbed a inch of butt cheek causing Sara to jump and giggle.

“Well honey, birth is traumatic.”

Sara ran a brush over dark locks as she settled her self on the edge or the bed. “No shit Sherlock. I am the one that had my internal organs spilled out and pushed back in. I am the one that waits up ever morning praying that the bleeding has stopped.”

“I am saying all the wrong things. Sorry.”

Sara put the brush down and planted a kiss on his cheek. “No. That’s another thing I got from lunch. There are some very inconsiderate fathers out there. One husband insists that she weigh herself every morning. He writes it down. On a chart! This other guy said he didn’t know why she was so tired. She wasn’t working all day. These women have children that are less than a month old. I just kind of sat there.”

“So are you scared to have sex?” he ventured.

“Yes. No. I don’t know. I don’t want to get pregnant. I am scared it’s not going to feel good for you or for me.”

“And if it doesn’t. What’s the worse that can happen?” Grissom said mildly.

“You will leave me for Mara who’s vagina hasn’t hurled forth a bowling ball.” Sara was only half joking.

He looked at her for nearly a minute. Sara shifted. She had pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail. He tucked a stray curl behind one of her ears. She wore a white cotton t-shirt and pink pajama bottoms. Her feet were bare, toes painted a hot pink. She hardly ever wore pink before. He smiled.

“Sara do you really think I am that shallow? Do you really think I went through all of this just to leave you because your body is different? Different because you gave birth to my child?”

He stood and walked towards. His forehead touched hers.

“You weren’t expecting to come home to a baby and woman with leaky breasts and a tummy that will never be flat again. You thought you were coming home to your young, perky breasted lover who’s stomach was flat and could fit into a six.”

He kissed her softly on the mouth. “Ssh. Listen to me. I did think I was coming home to a different reality. I fell in love with you. All of you. My Sara. I didn’t expect to come to a baby but I expected that we were going to kids. Hope is a bonus. Honey, I don’t know what to do here. One minute you accuse me of hovering. The next you are scared I am going to bolt. What do you need me to do honey?”

Sara blinked back tears. “Just love me.”

“That I can do.”

TBC