The Little One

A/N : Just another chapter here. Please let me know if you like!

sugarkisses

12.

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Sean made the decision, later that afternoon, to call a security company during one of their cigarette breaks from weapons work. His house had originally been outfitted with alarms and the like, but when he had moved in, the house had been empty for a while and the security system disabled. He hadn’t thought that he would need alarms and therefore hadn’t re-established the service. His situation had changed, though, and he wanted the house’s security back pronto.

Vig and Orli had wandered over to the table where Anne sat (Polly had decided to run down to the catering carts to get a drink), the men enjoying cigarettes while Sean paced about twenty feet away from them as he spoke into Viggo's cell-phone.

“Sounds like you’re going on lock down, Anne” Orli mused jokingly as he listened to Sean speak on the phone, “Although I would suggest that you get out when he has bars put on the windows…”

“You’re fucking hilarious, Orli” Viggo replied, rolling his eyes.

“I’m just trying to break up the tension” Orli answered, shrugging his shoulders. “Bean’s marching around over there like he’s filming ‘Sharpe’ again and Anne hasn’t said a thing since she sat down…”

“Sorry, Orli” Anne stated, reaching out and taking his cigarette from his fingers. She inhaled and then blew the smoke away. “I’ve been on edge…”

“Don’t worry” Orli soothed, allowing her to keep the cigarette and taking another one out for himself. “Bean can be quite resourceful when he wants. I wouldn’t be surprised if he got the RAF to send some jets over from Britain just to patrol the area”

“I’m just sorry to be putting him through all of this, you know?” Anne inquired.

“Sean wouldn’t be going to so much trouble if he didn’t love you” Viggo responded. “He knows that you would do the same for him if the roles were reversed”

“Can’t imagine a woman being that entranced with Bean to start stalking him” Orli teased, inhaling from his cigarette.

Orli had used dark humor to verbally pick on Sean, and it had been a joke, but Anne couldn’t help herself, she instintually defended her lover: she gasped when she heard this and, leaning across the table, she playfully punched Orli in the shoulder.

“Ow!” Orli cried, covering his left shoulder, where she had hit him, with his right hand. He pointed at her with his free hand and tried to look stern. “Don’t start with me, girl, I’ll take you down!”

“I don’t know” Viggo chimed in, laughing. “She’s pretty spry… I think she could put up a good fight, Orli: and even if she couldn’t, once Sean saw what was happening, you’d get your ass kicked”

Anne gazed over at her lover: he had Viggo’s cell phone pressed to his ear as he paused for a moment. Their eyes caught across the distance between them, and Sean gave her a smile along with a small wave before he got back into his phone conversation.

“You’re probably right” Orli stated. “Knowing Sean, he wouldn’t hesitate to kick me in the bollocks while he was at it… So, Anne, you and Bean are just going home after work tonight?”

She nodded. “I hate to ruin the evening for you guys”

“Nah, you aren’t ruining anything” Viggo denied. “We’re still going out with Melinda and Lisa… Besides, it makes sense that you would want to rest at home”

“Thanks for understanding… I’m just not up to it tonight”

“We’ll take a rain check” Viggo mused, smiling. “Okay, everyone look alive: Bean is coming back this way”

“How did it go?” Orli asked, smiling at the Northerner. “Is your house an impenetrable fortress now?”

Sean nodded and took a cigarette from Orli’s pack, which he had left on the table. “Impenetrable to Southern softies and any other bastards who try to bother us”

“Nice comeback” Orli joked.

“Ohu fuu fucking deserved it, Orli” Viggo stated.

Sean sat down on Anne’s side of the table and handed Viggo his cellphone back.

“You know, you and Anne should see if you can get a couple of phones from the set here” Viggo supplied, blowing smoke at the sky. “I know you hate them, Sean, but it would be a good idea…”

“You hate cellphones?” Anne queried, looking at Sean.

“The buggers annoy me” Sean answered, shrugging his shoulders. “Whenever I get one, the fucking thing rings in the middle of something important”

“That’s why there’s vibrate mode” Orli said. “Voice mail fixes that problem as well”

“You just love to talk to me like I’m an idiot, don’t you?” Sean asked his young friend, pointing at him.

“Easy, big guy…” Orli apologized, finishing his cigarette and throwing it onto the ground. “Vig’s right, though, it would be good for you and Anne to each have one”

Anne couldn’t argue with Orli’s logic: turning to Sean, she pleaded, “How about it?”

“Talk to Polly and see what you can do” Sean agreed, grinning at her. “Although I hope this doesn’t mean that you’ll be spending all of your time on the phone from now on”

“Not keeping her interested, Bean?” Orli teased. “You know, you have to give a woman something to keep her busy…”

“That’s it, you fucking softie!” Sean yelled. Tossing his cigarette to the side, he jumped up and was around the table in a fraction of a second. As Anne and Viggo watched, Sean pulled Orli from the table and the two began to wrestle with one another.

“Hey!” Orli cried, trying to break free. “Hey! Anne! Help!”

“She’s not going to help you, you bloody poof!” Sean answered. He had finally gotten a good headlock on the younger man, which kept Orli immobile as he tried to struggle.

For their part, Anne and Viggo were giggling like children as they watched Sean and Orli wrestle. Anne had grown up alone, so she hadn’t had many chances to see the way that males (or any children for that matter) play-fought with one another: it was strangely charming and sweet.

“Knock it off, Bean!” Orli cried, still struggling.

“Sean!” Anne laughed, “You’re going to hurt his arms and he’ll have trouble with his bow!”

“You too?” Sean asked her. “I expected more out of you! He’s a bigger brat than you are, he is”

Anne was feeling playful: she wanted to get in on the fun. She got up from the table, tossing away her cigarette, and walked up behind Sean… “I’m a brat, huh?” she inquired.

Sean was busy keeping his hold on Orli: he heard Anne say, “I’ll show you a brat!”, and the next thing he knew, she had jumped up onto his back and wrapped her arms around his neck. He faltered a bit under her weight, releasing Orli and grabbing onto her arms.

“You are going to get it!” Sean yelped, trying to break free. He could have gotten himself loose if he wanted to – he was far stronger than her- but he liked the playfulness that she was exhibiting. Her breath was warm against his ear… Sean reached down and fit his hands under her knees, holding her up like he was giving her a piggyback ride.

“Hey!” Anne squealed, kicking her feet. “I’m not playing with you, Bean!”

“I leave you alone for ten minutes and this is what I come back to?!”

Turning around, Sean and Anne found that Polly was standing a few feet away, her hands on her hips as she stared at them.

“Sorry, Polly” Sean apologized, grinning. “You know what a brat she is”

“I certainly do” Polly laughed, “However, I need her help… Think you two could knock off the foreplay for a while so we can get some work done?”

“Busted” Orli sang quietly, chuckling.

“Piss off, Bloom” Sean retorted. He released Anne’s legs and she slid down his back, returning to the table and taking her seat once more. Sean saw that she was blushing: as he told Viggo and Orli to get back to work with him, he walked past her and gently pulled on her ponytail to tease her. “See you, Anne”

For a moment, as the men moved on to their weapons, Anne thought that Polly was pissed: but then she heard her boss’s laughter as she sat down. “Well, I’m glad to see you’re y agy again, Anne, even if you’re being obnoxious about it…”

“I’m sorry, Polly, we were just playing around… it won’t happen again…” Anne breathed.

“Aw, don’t say that” Polly responded. “That was cute… Reminded me of my kids…”

Anne smiled with relief and turned her gaze back to the men: Sean hadn’t given up on teasing Orli; he was chasing him around now, the two men sparring with their weapons…

Polly was right, she was starting to feel happy again.

Anne just prayed that it would last.

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"With You" ~ Jessica Simpson

The real me is a southern girl with her Levis on and an open heart
Wish I could save the world, like I was super girl
The real me used to laugh all night, lying in the grass just talking about love
But lately I've been jaded, life got so complicated

I start thinking about it, I almost forgot what it was like
To know what it feels like
Cause with you
I can let my hair down
I can say anything crazy
I know you'll catch me right before I hit the ground
With nothing but a T-shirt on
I never felt so beautiful
Baby as I do now
Now that I'm with you
With you, with you, with you
Now that I'm with you

You speak and it's like a song
And just like that, all my walls come down
It's like a private joke, just meant for us to know
I relate to you naturally
Everybody else just fades away
Sometimes it's hard to breathe
Just knowing you found me

Cuz I start thinking about it, I almost forgot what it was like
To know what it feels like
Cause with you
I can let my hair down
I can say anything crazy
I know you'll catch me right before I hit the ground
With nothing but a T-shirt on
I never felt so beautiful
Baby as I do now
Now that I'm with you
With you

Come and take me
Love you save me
Like nobody else
Now I can be myself
With you

With you
I can let my hair down
I can say anyg crg crazy
I know you'll catch me right before I hit the ground
With nothing but a T-shirt on
I never felt so beautiful
Baby as I do now (Baby as I do now)
Now that I'm with you

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Getting inside of Sean’s house was a bit of an effort now: once Sean had opened the front door with his key, he had to step over to the security panel on the right-hand side of the foyer and punch in a security code.

“Are you sure it’s on?” Anne queried, closing the front door while Sean pressed the keypad. “I don’t hear anything…”

“The front door alarm is silent for ten seconds: if you don’t disarm it in that time…” Sean paused, punching in the last number of the code. The red light on the display, which was a tiny dot, had been on to signal intrusion, but it was replaced by the green light as Sean’s code was accepted. “If you don’t punch in the code in that time, it sets off the alarm you can hear and notifies the police…”

“That seems awful fast…” Anne mused, walking over to him. She smiled up at him, sliding her hands into the back pockets of her jeans as she queried, “I wonder if I’m trusted enough to get the code?”

“Well, we’ll have to see if you’re a good girl tonight” Sean teased, leaning down and rubbing his nose against hers in an Eskimo kiss. “Only good girls get the code”

“I guess that means I’ll never get it” she breathed, pushing herself up on her tiptoes and grinning. “I’ve been called a lot of things, but good isn’t one of them”

“Oh, I don’t know about that… I tell you that you’re good all the time” Sean responded.

If he was going to tease her, then she would do the same: Anne coolly walked away from him and into the kitchen, going to the pantry and opening it, looking for something to make for dinner. “That doesn’t count” Anne called to him. “You’re talking about our… intimate moments…”

Sean had followed her into the kitchen: he leaned against the counter and smiled at her. Time to change the subject before he grabbed her and just took her on the table… “You don’t have to cook, darling: it’s Friday and you’ve had a difficult day…”

“I know…”

“Let’s order out” Sean offered, going to the refrigerator and grabbing the list of restaurants that the deliveryman left for hiWhatWhat are you in the mood for, love?”

Anne grinned devilishly and turned towards him. “Oh, I don’t know… How about dinner, sex and television?”

“I hope I’m invited and not the delivery bloke”

“Depends on what he looks like…”

Sean shook his head and chuckled. “You aren’t getting anywhere near being good with that talk, you know”

Returning to the counter, Sean put the list down and leaned over it. Anne moved in behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, poking her head around his body to see the piece of paper.

“You know, darling, we can’t have sex if you’re behind me… that is, unless you’re into ‘prosthetics’, and I can tell you that I certainly am not” he joked.

“Very funny… What do you want?”

Sean thought for a moment as he read the list. “Let’s see, what sounds good… how about Chinese?”

“That’s good for me” Anne replied, rubbing his chest.

“All right, let’s call it in from the front room: I’d like to check the footie scores”

“Okay: you go ahead and call, I’ll get us some beers”

Smiling, Sean gently moved past her and into the living room.

Anne heard the television as he turned it on: going to the kitchen cabinets, she got two plates out, along with a few forks, and then she got two beers from the fridge.

“Yes, right” Sean was saying into the phone as she entered the room. He watched her place the plates and forks on his coffee table, followed by the bottles of beer… Her backside caught his eyes and for a moment, he didn’t hear what the man on the other end of the phone was saying: he was absolutely lost in her shape. The proprietor called his name loudly, forcing him out of his reverie… “Uh, yeah, I’m here”

Sitting down beside him, Anne raised her eyebrow in question.

“Yeah, okay” Sean hung up the phone and grinned. “It’ll be here in about thirty minutes”

“Did you get distracted by the television?” she inquired, kicking her shoes off.

He did the same, taking his socks off as well, and then grabbing hers from her feet. “No… Got distracted by that perfect little ass of yours”

Anne giggled as she watched him discard her socks and grab a beer. “I don’t know why you think that it’s perfect… I think it’s a bit big, actually”

“Bullshite” Sean denied, opening the bottle and handing it to her before he took the other beer for himself. “It’s perfect”

“You don’t think it’s big?”

“Fuck no… It’s apple-shaped”

Anne almost spat out her mouthful of beer. “Apple-shaped?”

Sean couldn’t believe that they were discussing this: but he couldn’t stand to hear her put herself down. “Yes, apple-shaped…”

“Do I want to know how you came to that opinion?” she inquired, stretching a bit and then settling in beside him.

“It’s just one of those things that blokes notice about a woman that they fancy: I’ve spent a fair amount of time watching you walk around the set… you have a beautiful bum”

“That’s funny” Anne stated, gazing at the television, “I’ve looked at your backside a few times myself ”

“Really?” Sean asked, sliding his arm around her shoulder and pulling her close. This conversation was getting interesting… and arousing.

“Yeah… I’ve always thought that your ass looks… strong”

“Strong?”

“Well, I know that men look at women’s backsides to see if they’ll be well suited to having children… women look at men’s backsides and haunches in order to see if they’ll be strong maters: you know, able to deliver their seed…”

Sean took a deep swig of his beer and tried to still the desire that was suddenly welling in him from her comment.

Anne could sense that her words had aroused him: she honestly hadn’t meant to do that. “I guess you wish we had waited to order dinner?”

Drinking another gulp of his beer, Sean nodded. “Sorry, darling… I’m randy as fuck right now”

Gazing down at his lap, Anne saw the evidence of his desire: his cock was pushing so hard against his jeans that she fully expected it to break through the denim any second. Knowing that she had brought him to this state with her words made her own desire rise. She put her beer down on the coffee table and then turned to him… “Well” she breathed, licking her lips, “If you don’t mind… I don’t think that I can wait until the food arrives to have something in my mouth…”

Sean looked at her: her brown eyes were imploring him and glazed with want. He slowly placed his beer next to hers on the coffee table and then Sean leaned towards her, touched by her consideration for him, and brushed his knuckles over her jaw.

Anne closed her eyes as his mouth pressed to hers, and she immediately allowed his tongue entry. As they kissed, she reached down and blindly undid his fly, both hearing and feeling his low growl as she brought his cock out of his boxers with her tiny hands.

“I think this might not be a good time…” he whispered against her lips. He didn’t want her to think that he was only concerned about himself, or that he saw their encounters as merely a way to get off without emotional connection.

“Not at all” Anne replied, slowly stroking him. She wanted him too much to deny either of them at the moment. “Besides, I’m starving…”

Before Sean could mount another protest, Anne had leaned down and taken the head of his cock into her mouth.

“Fuck, Anne” Sean groaned, his hands flying into her hair. “Sweetheart…”

“You taste so good” she whispered against his shaft, her tongue delicately tracing his flesh. She closed her lips around him once more…

“God… Yes, honey…” he moaned, his fingers digging into her scalp.

Anne never tired of having him in her mouth, his thick shaft more than a mouthful, his taste so sweet and salty… She moved her head up and down, lovingly caressing him, her own hunger mounting. There were times when giving him pleasure was more satisfying to her than her own orgasm could ever be.

“That’s it…” Sean cried, his hips rising off of the couch, “Fuck… suck me off, baby…”

She mewed around his shaft and happily obeyed him, working her mouth and tongue up and down his length, wanting more than anything to taste his orgasm…

“I’m going to pop one off” Sean warned, his hips pushing up against her once more.

Anne gripped the sides of his thighs and held on: she almost laughed when she realized that Sean was fulfilling her previous statement, proving to her with his upward thrusts that indeed he was a “strong mater”… She didn’t have time to laugh about the irony, as his cock throbbed in her mouth. Anne moaned happily in anticipation of what he was going to give her.

Sean shouted as he came, wincing with the bliss that enveloped him. Her mouth kept working him, encouraging him to give her everything that he had, and he did so…

Hisin win was foggy for a while… The blood was pounding in his ears, and yet he could hear the sounds of her gently cleaning him, extending his pleasure with her mouth. Looking down at her, Sean was rewarded with the sight of his cock slowly leaving her mouth, followed by her eyes shifting upward to his. Her smile was beautiful, sly… it told him just how much she had enjoyed him.

Sean thought that he should say something: he should tell her that he loved her… “Anne, I…” he tried.

She pressed her right index finger to his lips to silence him. Putting him back inside of his pants, she sat back up beside him on the couch and put her head on his shoulder once more.

Comfortable silence between them for the next fifteen minutes, as they watched the television give out footie scores… and yet to Sean, the way that they could share silence spoke volumes. His other women had always wanted to talk after lovemaking, and sometimt hat had been right annoying to him. Sean wasn’t sure why, but he knew that, like most men, there were times when he simply wanted to bask in the afterglow and not discuss work, or family engagements, or anything else… The fact that Anne not only understood this but seemed to feel the same way gave him a new appreciation for her.

He held her close, resting his chin on her head, until dinner arrived. They had to both go to the door, Sean disarming the security once Anne had peaked out the door and seen the deliveryman. She signed for the food and accepted it, locking the door and walking with Sean back to the couch.

“By the way” he stated, taking his seat once more, “the code is 3728”

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After eating dinner, they curled up on the couch to watch a movie: another old film, the original version of “The Fly”.

Sean found himself holding her close, rubbing her back as the movie played.

“Would you like another beer, Seannie?” Anne inquired, shifting a bit against him as she stretched.

“Only if you’re getting one for yourself, love”

Anne snorted. “You know I’m not: I’ve already had two, which is my limit…” She got up, smiling at him. “I feel like getting up and stretching my legs, though…”

Sean watched her walk around the couch, heading towards the kitchen. “Don’t be long, darling…”

“Li can can stand to be away from you for long” Anne retorted, giggling. Entering the kitchen, she found the refrigerator and opened it, fishing out a beer for Sean and a soda for herself.

Placing her soda on the coffee table when she returned, Anne took his beer into both hands and tried to twist off the cap. “Why is it I can never do this… ouch!”

“Oh, no…” Sean fussed, teasing her. Sitting forward, he took the beer from her and put it down on the table, taking her hands in his own. “What have you done, love?”

Anne giggled: he was doting on her so that the attention made her feel giddy. “I just scratched myself a bit, I’m not cut…”

“Still…” Sean replied, releasing her hands. “I’d better make sure”

As Anne watched, Sean bowed his head and pressed his lips to her left palm, tenderly kissing her flesh. He trailed his tongue along the lines in her skin and gently nipped at her fingertips.

“Sean…” Anne breathed, “You’re teasing…”

hm” hm” he answered, switching to the other palm. “I can’t help it, darling, you’re absolutely yummy…”

“Honestly” she chastised, grinning down at him. “You’re being silly…”

“Silly?” Sean queried, looking up at her. “If you want silly, I can give you silly, love”

Before Anne could stop him, Sean had pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her.

“Now, this is silly!” he laughed, bouncing her up and down with his knees.

“Help me!” Anne squealed, using a high-pitched voice like the “fly” in the movie. “Help meeeee! Bean has meeeee!”

Sean nipped playfully at her neck, making her cry out. The feel of her in his arms, her weight on his lap, coupled with their wrestling… it had his cock stirring in seconds, reminding him that she had given him a treat earlier and he had yet to return the favor. His nips turned into licks and nibbles, her squeals morphing into little mews of pleasure. Sean focused on the right junction of her shoulder and neck, setting his teeth against her skin and sucking…

“Mmm” Anne whispered, reaching up and knitting her fingers into his hair. “Sean, you’re going to give me a hickey…”

He purred against her flesh, the sound rumbling through his chest and into her. Sean suckled hard, digging his teeth in a bit more. She cried out, her hands going to his shoulders…

“Did I hurt you?” Sean asked, releasing her skin and licking it to soothe the mark.

Anne shook her head, and framing his face in her hands, she kissed him hard and deep, mating her tongue to his. She shifted her legs, straddling his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck.

Sean smiled when she broke the embrace, his hands sliding down her back. “Want to know something?” he queried.

“What’s that?” Anne replied, leaning forward and rubbing her nose against his.

“I’m dying to take you into the bedroom, love… absolutely dying…”

“And what would happen in the bedroom?” she pushed, trailing her lips along his jaw and down… Anne found the same spot on his throat that he had teased on her, and she nibbled his flesh with her teeth.

“Oh, the kind of things that you love… Me using my tongue on you…me fucking you just the way that you like, hard and deep… Ah!”

Anne had responded to his words by digging her teeth into his skin, sucking hard in the same manner that he had. The way that she matched his aggression only aroused him more. Sean didn’t ask her again about going to the bedroom: he grabbed her backside and lifted her up as he stood, carrying her as she continued to nip at him.

She released him when he laid her down on the bed, watching him undress as he stood over her.

“What about our drinks?” Anne asked, seeing the lust in his eyes.

Sean opened his jeans, sliding them off of his frame along with his boxers. “Well, love, if you’d rather have your drink…” he breathed, grasping his erection with his right hand and slowly stroking himself.

“I didn’t say that” Anne stated, getting up onto her knees on the mattress. She crawled over to him and placed her hands on his chest, smiling up at him. “You know that no matter what, I would rather have you”

Sean met her lips with a kiss, grasping the bottom of her shirt and pulling it up and off of her frame. He deftly unhooked her bra and pulled her against him, loving the warmth of her body against his. “I want your pants off” he ordered, his hands sliding down to her bottom. “Your knickers, too… I want you to stand up and get them off, now”

Smiling, Anne obeyed him, placing her feet on the floor and standing up. In seconds flat, she had her jeans and panties pooled on the carpet. Stepping out of them, she was surprised when Sean stopped her from getting back onto the bed.

“Not yet” he breathed, walking behind her. Sean placed his hands on her back and slowly moved them down…

His hands cupped her backside, squeezing her flesh. Anne leaned back against him as he released her bottom and pulled her into his arms from behind.

Sean kissed the nape of her neck, then began to kiss his way down her spine. “Darling, I want to make sure that you understand what I was saying earlier tonight…”

Anne felt his lips go lower and lower… and then she heard and felt Sean kneel behind her, his hands once again caressing her backside.

“Your bottom is beautiful, love… Absolutely beautiful…”

She jumped when she felt his lips press to her backside, leaving a warm kiss on her flesh. She had an idea where he was going with this, and she wasn't sure that she was completely ready... till the idea of taking him inside of her in that manner was an exciting one. “Sean…”

“Relax, love… I’m not about to do anything that you don’t want me to…”

Anne blushed. “I didn’t say that I didn’t want you to, I…”

“My, my” Sean answered, grasping her hips and getting her to pivot so that she faced him. He rested his chin on her lower abdomen, brushing his beard over her skin and looking up at her as his hands caressed her bottom. “The dark, secret desires of my little one have come to light…”

She giggled nervously, meeting his gaze. “All I’m saying is, I wouldn’t be adverse to it…”

“That’s something that we’ll have to explore another time” Sean stated, winking at her, “I have plans at the moment…”

Anne didn’t have time to retort: Sean leaned forward suddenly and nuzzled her sex with his face, groaning because she was already wet for him.

“Mm, may I, darling?” he inquired.

“I’m all yours, Sean…” she answered, stroking his hair.

“I never gered red of hearing that, love”

Her head snapped back when his tongue slipped into her folds, finding her center and gently caressing. She moaned, her fingers knitting in his hair.

She was so hot and sweet upon his tongue: Sean found himself growing hungry for her, wanting to taste all of her.

As Anne closed her eyes, she felt his fingertips dig into her backside, and suddenly he was lifting her into the air, making her squeal as he maneuvered her up and onto the bed. Anne found herself lying on her back while Sean remained where he was… but he wasn’t finished yet. He laced his arms around her thighs and pulled her forward so that he could open her to his liking, placing her legs over his shoulders.

“Sean…”

“Easy, sweetheart… I’ve got you…”

Anne wanted to say more, but her words were stopped as he leaned forward again, delicately lapping at her. Sean seemed to know just where to use his tongue, and his hunger was quite evident, which exc excited her more. It was the most incredible, warm, wet feeling in the world… Anne could feel every movement of his tongue, every swipe, every teasing movement…

Sean was making sounds of contentment, small, low groans. Her little hips pushed up against him and her cries grew louder… Oh, yes, he wanted to taste her orgasm against his tongue. Sean feasted upon her, alternating between lapping at her and sucking her nub.

Anne was gasping, desperately clutching at the bed sheets as the pleasure within her mounted…

And then he took her over the edge, growling happily to feel her spasms against his tongue. She was crying his name in her delirium of pleasure, squeezing his head between her thighs.

Sean chuckled when she finally relented, stating, “You shouldn’t try to crack my head open, love”

Anne smiled at him as he climbed into bed beside her, lazily drawing a circle on her stomach with his index finger. “Well” she answered between gasps, “You shouldn’t try to drive me insane with pleasure…”

“I shouldn’t?” Sean asked, grinning. “So, you’d prefer I not do that anymore?”

“No!” Anne yelped, putting her hand on his chest. “I mean… Sean, you’re incredible, I… I didn’t mean to make you think that I don't like it…”

He laughed heartily, covering her hand with his own and bringing it up to his lips. “It’s okay, love” Sean responded, kissing her fingertips. “I’m just teasing…”

“Now, that’s something that you defely ely shouldn’t do” Anne chided. “You shouldn’t joke about taking your wonderful tongue away from me…”

Leaning forward, Sean kissed her tenderly, moaning when she licked her own flavor from his lips and chin. “Hm” Sean laughed, moving back, “Your tongue is just as wonderful, love”

Anne cuddled close to him, running her hands over his body. “I thought you mentioned something more in the way of what you wanted to do with me…”

“Yes, I did” he agreed. “I want to be insof yof you, Anne… I need to be inside of you…”

She grinned and kissed his chest before she rolled away from him and got onto her hands and knees on the mattress, offering herself to him.

He couldn’t help but chuckle as she turned her head to look back at him and wiggled her eyebrows. “You’ve done it again, sweetheart: you’ve given new meaning to the term ‘cheeky’…”

Anne laughed as well, rising onto her knees as he slid in behind her, molding his body to hers. She could feel his hot and hard cock pressing to her backside as he reached around her and cupped her breasts in his hands.

“Anne… You’ve put devilish ideas into my head tonight… I think it’s time that I fucked you”

“Yes” Anne cried, rubbing her bottom against him.

“Mm, I want you so much… On your hands and knees, love”

She happily returned to her previous position, noticing that he moved with her, placing kisses on her spine. Sean slid into her easily, feeling her tight warmth envelop him. He groaned blissfully, remaining still for a moment before he began to thrust, Anne moving with him.

“That’s my girl” he cooed, wincing with ecstasy. “You feel so good…”

“Sean… fuck…”

He loved taking her this way, his hands on her hips as their bodies slapped together again and again. This was when their only concern was the pleasure that they felt together, the magnificent, soul shaking pleasure that they shared.

“Oh, god, love” Sean growled, bending forward to kiss her shoulder blade, “I can’t hold on much longer…”

Anne whined in response, her head falling down to the bed as she yelped. Her fingers contracted around the bed sheets, wringing them as she came again.

“Fuck, yeah… I’m coming inside of you, baby… shite…!” Sean roared, his hips snapping into hers a few more times as his orgasm ranoughough him. It was so good that Sean had to brace himself on his arms to keep from collapsing on her and crushing her.

They were both fighting to catch their breath as Sean gently shifted them so that they were lying on the bed, his body spooning hers from behind. Sean placed his arm around her and stroked her stomach, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“Mm, Seannie… I’m so sleepy” Anne whispered, resting her arm on his.

“I know you are, honey… Go ahead and sleep: I’ll be right here with you”

A few moments later, Sean heard her deep and even breaths, which told him that she was asleep. He managed to grab the bed sheet and drape it over them, pressing his face into her hair. Sean knew that Anne hadn’t the slightest idea how worried he had been from the moment that he first saw her in the backyard this morning…

He was determined to protect her, to keep her safe and at his side, no matter the cost…

Releasing a deep sigh, he closed his eyes, and allowed himself to fall asleep.

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He would have to cool it for the time being. Word had gotten around the set that Bean had gotten his house wired up with security…

Jake knew that he was going to have to bide his time and back off…

At least for now…

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TBC