Lane laughed softly as he and Sarah burst through the door of his bedroom, his laugh only getting louder as she pushed him down onto the bed, her lips covering his, her hands finding his and intertwining in between his fingers.
"Now wait a minute, where are you taking this Sarah?' Lane raised a brow, soon after she decided to break away, desperate for air.
"Depends?" She was already flustered, her hands snatching away from his to lightly finger the buttons on his shirt, trying her hardest to undo them.
"Im taking this where I want it." And she was going to. People looked at them and assumed Lane wore the pants.
He did.
She just picked out which pants he was going to wear.
"I can live with that." Lane nodded in approval, a light chuckled drifting from his mouth as his button down shirt was wretched open, buttons fly everywhere.
She was waiting no time.
"Woah! Woah Sarah!" The man felt the need to whine at her about the shirt, she had bought him that shirt. He loved that shirt.
"Ill buy you a new one, just shut up!"
And Lane did, watching with a light smirk as Sarah began fiddling with his belt buckle.
He hadnt even managed to get her to remove her shoes before barging in here to the bed.
Yes he needed to do something to contribute, besides, he liked touching her.
"Alright, alright." He gently grasped her hands, pulling them away from his belt.
"How about you let me get this rolling?"
If he let her do it, it would be a brutal quickie as fast as she was going.
Nah, he wanted it to last longer. He wanted to feel her, he wanted the slow passionate kisses.
And he was going to have them.
He watched her face transform into a light pout, but he was sure to give her a quick peck before moving himself, standing and picking her up, tossing her carefully onto the bed.
He knew how much she adored being man handled.
Lane gathered his thoughts, his eyes sweeping the room until they landed on the large boom box he kept in the corner.
He just happened to remember the CD he had left in there the night before, when she had whined at him to turn that crap he had been playing off.
He was going to 'teach' her to appreciate this band.
He stepped over to the boombox, turning it on and watching as the CD rolled.
He put it on the track number five, pressing repeat, and letting it play.
He felt the hairs on his neck standing straight as the song began.
Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on
Livin' like a lover with a radar phone
Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp
Demolition woman, can I be your man?
(Your man, hey, hey!)
"Your kidding me." He heard Sarah's voice from behind him, exasperated. "Your really making me hear this? Your ruining the mood!" He turned just as a pillow collided with his face. It only brought a smile to his lips.
"Oh yeah, and if you want it, you will deal with my music!" The man left no room for argument as he moved, diving into the bed with Sarah, rolling until he had taken his rightful place, hovering over her.
"Now, where were we?" Lane first began by removing her shoes, quickly though so the mood stayed pleasant with her even with his favorite band blasting through the speakers of the boombox.
It was no time before he was back, his hands traveling slowly up Sarah's baby blue blouse. The rough callused fingers caressed her belly, and her sides, avoiding her chest. This proved to be a nice tease, he noticed when he glanced up to her pouting puppy dog eyes.
"Lane! No teasing!" The women shook her head at him. "C'mon!" Though he wanted to keep teasing, he decided if he continued for now, he could tease later.
When it really mattered.
Yes, with that evil thought playing in his mind, his finally let his thumb brush over one of her warm, pert, nipples.
Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light
Television lover, baby, go all night
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah
Come on! Take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up Sarah made a small noise of praise as Lane continued letting his thumb brush over her left nipple, slowly letting the other hand join him, only though this one focused on her right breast. His index finger and thumb lightly pinched the pink nub, rolling it around between the two pads of his fingers. His hands were cold, rough, greatly contrasting her warm, pink nubs. As he did this, Lane lowered his head, locking eyes with his love while his lips slowly descended onto her skin, placing light butterfly kisses down the middle of her chest, over her ever flat stomach, when finally reaching her naval, he let his tongue snake out, and dip into her belly button.
He was pleased with the arch in her back, and the light whine he was greeted with.
"So, listening to ZZ top is worth this, right baby? We can always stop." Oh how he loved to tease her.
He received one of the dirtiest looks he had ever gotten from her.
"Lane." It was a tone he knew, a warning.
But Lane had always been defiant.
"Yes sweetheart? Want me to stop."
"Ill kill you."
He simply smiled to her.
"Love you too Babe."
Regardless he quieted down, intent on the task at hand, his lips lightly trailing around Sarah's body, his tongue, wet and warm, leaving light traces of saliva over her skin, saliva that cooled in the air of the room and left her tingling from the sensation.
Lane always knew just how to touch her, he was amazing like that.
Pour some sugar on me, ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me, c'mon fire me up
Pour your sugar on me, I can't get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet from my head to my feet, yeahLane took his time, but he did finally find himself pulling away her sweat pants, with full intention of taking Sarah's bright pink panties off also.
He loved those panties though, infact, he took a moment to simply appreciate the way she looked in them. The little bow on the front of the under garment made his member throb slightly.
Decided though, he preferred to see what was behind those panties.
He let his fingers slip between Her skin and the waist-band of the panties, drawling them down with a intense anticipation at seeing his women bare.
He loved it, and as he finished getting the panties down, and off of her, he rested his cheek against the tiny black hairs atop her private area. Taking a sensual moment for himself, he breathed deeply, and let himself appreciate the smell of arousal.
Yes, if it wasnt before, his member was throbbing hard now.
He glanced up, his gaze meeting Sarah's. She was watching him, a sweet smile on her face. One of her hands casually, lovingly, combed through his hair while they looked at each other.
He held her gaze as he pressed his lips against her clitoris, kissing it softly, waiting a moment before his tongue once more made its way from the warm cavern of his mouth, to lightly prod at Sarah's pink bundle of nerves, lavishly licking up and down, from the top of her clitoris, all the way down to the end of her entrance. His tongue was slow, taking long light strokes. Lane reveled in the taste of his lover.
Sarah let out an impatient whine.
"Laneee." She made sure to drag his name out.
Her whines only intensified as he poked into her tight passage with his talented tongue.
Listen, red light, yellow light, green light, go
Crazy little woman in a one man show
Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of love
Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up
(Loosen up)
I loosen upLane didnt want it to get old, so instead of doing it as long as she cried out for him, he decided to change tactics.
He kissed her clitoris one more time before leaning back, propping his head on the palm of his hand, watching Sarah as she watched him.
"My turn?"
It was said with an insanely cheeky grin, one that mainly only Sarah ever witness on Lane's face.
"I suppose." The women grinned at him, she could never say no to Lane. She moved to sit up, offering him to lay down, or stand, whatever he would like, while she threw her blouse off. This left her wearing nothing at all, being she had slipped her bra off earlier in the day being it had been bothering her.
Lane took his time, deciding if he wanted it standing or sitting, but in the end, he found it kinkier, and much more enjoyable when he was standing.
Something about watching Sarah on her knees drove him up the wall. He got off on it, which everything about Sarah attracted Lane.
She waited for him to stand before moving from the bed and dropping to her knees in front of him, placing her hands on his belt. She took it off with care, a tiny giggle escaping her as the growing bulge in his jeans twitched.
She pecked it through his pants, the belt sliding from around his waist with ease, and falling onto the floor without much care or notice.
Her hands worked without her having to really pay attention, unbuttoning his jeans and tugging the down, surprised when his member jumped out at her, lightly bouncing from her nose.
"No underwear today, huh?" She glanced up at him with a light roll of her eyes. Half the time he didnt have clean underwear. She refused to wash it until he finally started folding it. And he very rarely cared to wash it.
"You know." Lane gave a half hearted shrug, his eyes staring intently at Sarah's mouth.
He was, admittedly, a little excited.
You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little, tease a little more
Easy operator come a-knockin' on my door
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah yeah
Give a little more Sarah watched her lover for a moment, deciding that she deserved some pay back for the way he liked to tease her.
Oh yeah, he had this a long time coming.
She let her tongue flick the tip of his erection, moving up and down the base 'oblivious' to how bad he seemed to want her to touch the bright pink head of his erection instead. She ignored it, even as he began to leak, as if even his member was crying out to be touched.
Too bad for him.
He should had thought about that before teasing her like he does. She didnt hold grudges, not at all.
It was laughable.
She glanced up at Lane, watching the look of pure and utter frustration on his face, even though he had yet to say anything to her. He was well aware of what she was doing to him, and Lane being Lane didnt want to give in and whine at her not to tease, much like she did to him.
Nope, he had to stand tall.
But push came to shove, and after she was lightly tapping the tip of his erection with a gentle finger, he finally fell apart.
"C'mon Sarah! Dont be so heartless!"
"Look whos talkin'" The women shot back, he had expected it, he had it coming he knew.
"I didnt tease you for this long!"
"It didnt take me this long to admit I wanted you to touch me. You on the other hand are very hard headed."
It was said with an amused edge to her voice.
"Sarah..." Lane knew what she wanted, and as much as he didnt want to whine...
"Pleaseeee."
His arms crossed over his chest. But that was all it had taken, soon Lane's member was engulfed in the warm cavern that was Sarah's mouth. She could hardly take him all in, well really she couldnt, but she tried, and it was good enough.
It sure did have Lane groaning and moaning with appreciation for her.
She would be great at bobbing for apples.
Take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up
Pour some sugar on me, ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me, c'mon fire me up
Pour your sugar on me, oh, I can't get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet from my head to my feet, yeahLane soon stopped her, his face beat red.
If she continued, she surly would finish, and he would hate to do that without them even getting to the main course.
"Alright, Alright baby, thats good." He had spoken, his hand moving down to rest on her shoulder. He grasped her arm and yanked her up into a feverishly passionate kiss.
It left them both gasping for air. Sarah fell back onto the bed, and soon Lane was once more on top of her, hovering over her as he pressed there lips together once more, his tongue forcing its way into here mouth, caressing the inside of her cheeks, and lightly brushing against her tongue. All the while he had positioned himself at her entrance, not pushing in but sitting there, making sure she knew he was there. He liked it like this, it was needy and loving. It was also nice to just have his member sitting slightly inside Sarah, but not quite inside her. It had even gotten better in the past few months, being that they had finally decided they wanted a child and were trying so hard to conceive.
And that meant...
No condom.
There lips were molding together, locked in kisses that would make your head spin. They both needed air, but refused to part. So between there tongues crossing into each others mouths, the took needed gasps of air, all the while one of his hands held him up right,the other once more grasped her breast.
"Oh Lane...." Sarah finally nudged him back, her cheeks a light pink as she stared into his eyes, one of her hands moving up to stroke his cheek.
"I love you sweetheart..." Her voice was sincere and light, he could feel here walls trying to clench around him, trying to force him inside.
"I love you too..."
And with that, Lane slowly let himself slip into the tight passage that was his wife.
You got the peaches, I got the cream
Sweet to taste, saccharine
'Cause I'm hot, so hot, sticky sweet
(Hot!)
From my head, my head to my feet
(Head!)
Do you take sugar, one lump or two?
Take a bottle, take a bottle
Shake it up, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up
Break it upSarah cried out as she was penetrated, her voice echoing from the walls and bouncing back to meet Lane's ears. Her cried were actually followed closely by his own moans of pleasured passion. The pace was set as slow and deep. The sensual kind of love making that would cause your head to spin. Words of tenderness where whispered, just for them to hear, and ever two minutes, and "I love you" could be heard if you listened close enough. Sarah's body arched upward, trying to force Lane deeper inside, while Lane's hips moved gracefully, focused on keeping the taunting pace they were at.
Lane loved it like this, when they had taken so long on the foreplay. Sarah was always that much wetter, nice and slick for him as she moved in and out of her. He could feel her walls around him, engulfing him, drawling him in. She was so warm, so soft, like velvet in a way. Lane loved feeling the ridges inside her right before they gave away to the smooth blissfulness. He made sure to focus on every detail of his wife as they made love, rocking each other's wolds as they went.
Truly Sarah enjoyed watching Lane's face as they made love. He always had a soft look, a loving look. Though it felt so amazing with him inside her, hitting that one special spot that made her want to cry so hard she made herself sick. She reached up, her hands resting on his shoulders as he moved inside her. She let her nails rake down his back, earning a satisfying hiss from the strong man atop her. She let her nails rest there, digging into the skin of his lower back, before she clawed upwards.
She earned herself a hard, rough thrust, that managed to hit her perfectly in her pleasure spot.
"OH LANE!"
After this, Lane changed the pace, it was becoming harder, faster, rough as he took her hands and pressed the above her head, pressing her there as he ruthlessly began to slam in and out of her, his rhythm becoming more and more erratic as he drew closer and closer to his climax.
It only took him another few minutes, a couple more hard thrusts before he was crying out her name, he felt her walls clench around him, and her back arch into him.
It became very warm inside her, and they rode out there climax together.
Lane soon came to a stop, he didnt pull out though. He simply rested inside her. He made sure not to crush her though, he supported himself, but he did rest his head on her chest.
She loved this part of the love making. The after light, where they just sat in each others company, and they let themselves be one, intertwined, and in love.
Forever.
Pour some sugar on me, ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me, c'mon fire me up
Pour your sugar on me, oh, I can't get enough
Pour some sugar on me, oh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me, get it, come get it
Pour your sugar on me, ooh
Pour some sugar on me, yeah
Sugar me At the time, neither of them knew it. But it was on this night, this very night, that Sarah conceived there only daughter.
Nine months later, even though Sarah had passed away, she had left Lane with a small reminder of there time shared, and their night of passion.
And Lane had been correct, ever since that night, ZZ top had been Sarah's favorite band.
You can only guess what her favorite song was.
