The Little One

Title: The Little One, 3/?

Author: sugarkisses

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Sean Bean/ OFC

Summary: Mostly PWP, but could turn into a true love story. There’s a young woman who works on the set in NZ. Sean has been eyeing her and she him. What happens when things come to a head in a pub one night?

Disclaimer: I do not own Sean Bean, and should he ever read this, I write this without the intention of insulting him, but with the intention of letting him know that he has inspired many a fantasy for me… I do, however, own Miss Anne, no holds barred. Also, none of this ever happened, it is FICTION, nothing more. I do not own any of the other people described as being part of this story, either.

Feedback: Please, I need it! I really love it! Be nice, though!

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Anne was right: the house that she shared with Melinda and Lisa (also from production) was pretty small. Sean was sitting on the couch in the front room while Anne changed her clothes for the barbecue. Anne’s roommates were gone, so at least he didn’t have to deal with being ogled, but he still felt out of place in this house. The abode had quite a feminine touch, from the floral patterns on the furniture to the scent of perfume that fi the the air.

Anne stood in her room brushing her hair, not even aware that she was smiling. As she put her hair up on her head and affixed her curls with bobby pins, she thought about what Sean had said to her only moments before. Upon entering the house and finding that the others were absent, Sean had patted her behind and sent her into her bedroom, telling her two things: that she had better wear something warm for the night ahead, and that she had better pack a travel bag because she was going to be staying with him. God help her, but she found his possessiveness appealing, and she loved every second that she spent with him. She had stuffed a few outfits into a small suitcase along with her toiletries, and written a note for her roomies so that they wouldn’t worry about her.

Sean got up and slowly walked around the living room, looking at the photographs that were in frames on the wall. There were pictures of Anne with her roommates, pictures of various family members for all three of the women…

Anne bounded down the stairs and found him investigating his surroundings: he was gorgeous in his dark blue polo shirt, matching sports jacket and khaki pants. She dropped her suitcase in order to get his attention, the item banging to the floor, and tried not to laugh when he jumped. “Snooping?” she inquired, smiling.

Sean turned to face her, firmly intending on chastising her for frightening him, but he found thatcoulcouldn’t speak: dear god, she looked incredible. She was wearing a long white dress that clung to her body and was slit on her left leg all the way up to her thigh. The cotton fabric emphasized her breasts with its low neckline. She wore a matching pair of white heels that were strapped around her ankles, and she had a white sweater on to cover her bare arms and shoulders.

Anne saw the way that he gazed at her: Sean looked like a big cat sizing up its’ prey. “I thought I would wear this dress… You like?” she asked, spinning in a circle for him.

“You look… wonderful” Sean breathed, mg clg close to her. He captured her face in his hands and gently kissed her. “Although” he added thoughtfully, “I could swear that I told you to dress warm… You’ll be cold again… but you certainly look magnificent in that dress”

“I guess that you’ll just have to keep me warm, won’t you? Since you like the dress, I know that you’ll be ‘keeping me warm’ later on tonight as well…” Anne teased.

“Cheeky” Sean teased, kissing her again. “Cheeky, cheeky, cheeky… Come on, or we’ll be late”

Anne moved to pick up her suitcase, but Sean told her that he would carry it. Instead, she quickly went to the kitchen and fixed the note to her roommates on the refrigerator door.

As they stepped outside of the house, Anne noticed that it was already growing cold. Well, she figured that she could brave it in order to look good for Sean, considering all of the pleasure that he had given her… and she knew full well that he would be full of desire for her by the end of the night.

Sean opened her door for her, making sure that she was seated before he secured her suitcase in the trunk of the car. “So, what did you tell your mates in your note?” he inquired, getting in and starting the vehicle.

Anne fastened her seat belt as he did the same, turning to him. “Nothing special… that I was staying with someone and that I would be back to work on Monday. I didn’t give them any details.”

“Too bad” Sean lamented jokingly, “I was hoping that we could invite them over for some fun…”

“Mm-hm” Anne replied, gazing at him accusingly. “Aren’t I enough for you, Sean?”

“Of course you are, darling… I’m just giving you a hard time”

“I’ll give you a hard time!” Anne responded forcefully, reaching over into his lap: she wasn’t about to let him get away with being so difficult, even though she knew that he was joking. She grasped his cock through his pants, not hard enough to hurt him, but hard enough to get his attention and let him know that she wasn’t the type to share him with anyone else.

Sean yelped, glad that he hadn’t shifted the car, or gotten them on the road yet, because he was sure that he would have driven them into a ditch. “Anne, darling, it was a joke…” Sean chuckled, grabbing her wrists. “We have to get going and you’re getting me hard…”

They lad and and wrestled for a few seconds more, ending their tussle with gentle kisses.

It was Anne who broke away first, not really wanting to, but feeling anxious to get to the party. “We’d better get on the move before we get ticketed for obscene behavior” Anne breathed against his lips.

“That’s one ticket I wouldn’t mind” Sean answered. “You win love… just keep your hands to yourself and we’ll be okay”

“Me? You’re the one who needs to be told ‘down, boy’!”

“It’s not a dog, you know” Sean smirked, shifting the car into drive and getting onto the road.

Anne smiled to herself and pulled her sweater tight around her body. “No, but it’s owner certainly is at times…”

“Ouch” Sean replied, feigning hurt. “ ‘We’ both heard that, you know, and after all that ‘we’ve’ done for you…”

“Honestly” Anne swore, rolling her eyes. “If wer weren’t so damn hot, that ego of yours could be annoying…”

It was a fairly short drive to Astin’s house, and before Anne even knew it, Sean was leading her right into the middle of the cast. The hobbit actors were all seated by the grill as the host cooked: they waved at Sean and her. She found herself shaking hands and smiling at them, before Viggo came up to her.

“Glad you could make it” Viggo stated, turning to Sean. “You’re a lucky man: she looks absolutely gorgeous”

Anne blushed at Viggo’s praise and felt Sean lace a protective arm around her shoulder.

“Don’t get any ideas, Viggo” Sean replied, pulling Anne close. “She’s mine”

“Relax, big guy” Viggo answered, raising his hands efulefully. “I’m not her type, anyway”

Anne couldn’t help but giggle: she stroked Sean’s back softly. “How about I go and get you a beer?”

Sean kissed the top of her head and smiled. “Sure… Remember, I like ale, not piss…”

She rolled her eyes: Anne let the men converse with one another as she stepped away and entered the house, immediately finding the kitchen and searching the refrigerator for a beer.

“Hey, it’s the girl from the pub row!”

The voice right behind her startled her so badly that she almost dropped the two bottles of beer that she had grabbed. Turning around, she found Orli standing there and smiling at her. “Oh, god, Mr. Bloom, you scared me”

“Sorry” Orli answered. “I wasn’t trying to… and call me Orli, everyone else does.”

“Okay” Anne stated, placing the beers that she held on the counter and offering him her hand. “My name is Anne. I’m here with Sean”

Orli took her hand and shook it. “Please tell me that you mean Bean and not Astin…”

“Isn’t Astin married?” Anne inquired, raising her eyebrow.

Orli shrugged. “Stranger things have happened” Orli got himself a soda from the fridge and noticed that Anne was trying to open one of the beer bottles with her hands. “Hey, let me do that… You’ll cut your hands…”

Anne furrowed her brow in confusion, but allowed Orli to take the bottle that she was trying to open from her hands. “Sean opens them with his hands” Anne explained.

“Yeah, but he has major callouses from working with swords, like we all do” Orli answered, grabbing a bottle and twisting off the top. “Your hands aren’t quite as rough, I imagine… It’s a good thing, though” He opened the other one for Anne and smiled. “Well, I suppose that we should get back to the party. I heard that there will be a few more women from production coming… don’t suppose that one of them is your redheaded friend?”

“Melinda? Not that I know of” Anne replied, “I have a feeling that my roomies are out barhopping tonight, but anything is possible”

Anne followed Orli back outside: Sean was chatting with Sean Astin while the latter worked at the grill. She sidled up to her lover and gave him his beer, smiling when he once again put his arm around her shoulder.

“So…” Astin began, looking at her, “You two are dating?”

“Yeah” Sean answered, squeezing her close.

Anne was finding that being his woman was nothing short of fantastic: the way that he staked her as his, in no uncertain terms, made her feel giddy and warm. She rested her face against his chest and sighed contentedly.

“I heard from my wife today” Astin informed the group.

The men standing around collectively groaned.

“What?” Astin inquired, looking at them. “She’s going to come and visit”

“Thank god!” Orli swore, turning his eyes to the sky. “We get a reprieve! Now you can actually do something instead of telling us about it!”

“Oh, come on, I’m not that bad about her being gone” Astin stated.

“Riiiight” Orli replied. He decided that it was better to switch topics instead of getting into it with his friend. “Astin, are you watching that food or are you too busy talking about your love life?”

“Whatever” Astin returned, focusing on the grill once more.

Anne chuckled along with the others and sippn hen her beer. A few minutes later, a flood of high-ranking production people showed up, including a few single women who began to mingle with the men. Anne found that Sean obviously preferred to keep her close to him now that there were more guests: he never lowered his arm from her shoulders. She wasn’t the least bit upset by this, especially since she was afraid that the more established production workers would question why she was present, but with Sean beside her, no one dared.

The food was served the moment that it was done. Anne sat down at one of the tables that were on the patio and allowed Sean to do the gentlemanly thing that he wanted to and retrieve both of their meals. Each table had a small lantern in the center, giving the backyard of Astin’s house the look of the Shire. Anne thought about that and smiled: when Sean returned to her, she noticed that he echoed her grin. Anne accepted a plate of food from him, a hamburger and some potato salad.

Orli had taken a seat at their table, and deciding that he needed another drink, he asked Anne and Sean if they also needed one.

“If you don’t mind” Sean replied. “Another ale for me… Anne?”

“Just a soda, Orli” she stated.

“Back in a jiffy” Orli announced, getting up and disappearing into the house.

“You’re calling him Orli already” Sean mused, picking up the burger that he had gotten for himself and taking a bite.

“I ran into him when I got us the beers: he told me that he preferred Orli to Mr. Bloom”

“I see…” Sean chewed slowly and leaned close to her, whispering in her ear, “I know that you’re a bit nervous, love, but you can relax: you’re amongst friends here.”

“When I’m amongst the members of production unit A, I’m never amongst friends” Anne breathed back, nibbling on a forkful of potato salad.

“Hm” Sean answered, thinking while he ate, “I assume that they can be right bastards at times?”

“Well, you know how sets can be when there are deadlines… and you know how blame tends to roll down hill, so to speak”

“I certainly do” He paused to drink from his beer. “I wouldn’t worry, though: no one has the balls to try anything here”

“Ah” Anne stated, biting into her burger, “this is a safe zone…”

“That and you have me sitting next to you…”

“God knows I would run for the hills”

Sean chuckled lowly. “I suppose that’s why you came home with me last night, hm? Out of fear?”

“You got me” Anne replied, winking at him. “I’m actually quite terrified of you”

Orli returned with the drinks and sat down with Anne and Sean, grinning at his friend and the newest member of the groupere ere you are… one ale and one softie… I’m glad that there’s a few new people here: I’m a bit disappointed at the moment, though”

“And why is that?” Anne inquired, biting her burger again.

“Well” Orli began, “The best way to describe the other production women is homely and boring…”

Anne almost choked on her food with her laughter: Sean reached out and patted her back to make sure that she was okay. “Sorry” Anne stated, “That was just too funny…”

“Funny for you, maybe” Orli said. “Sean’s sitting here with a pretty girl and I’m all alone. I don’t suppose that you could invite your two friends from the bar to the next one of these get togethers, could you, Anne?”

“Just count yourself lucky that Astin isn’t drunk enough to start railing about his wife yet” Sean reminded his friend before he felt too sorry for himself.

“True” Orli agreed. “Very true… Although a fresh set of ears to listen to his rants would be most welcome”

“I’ll see what I can do” Anne responded. “I’m sure that Melinda and Lisa would be delighted”

Small talk occupied the rest of the mealtime: by the end, a few more cast members had arrived and flittered around the party. Anne was starting to feel more accustomed to the group by the time that she and Sean decided to leave for the night.

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“Hurt So Good” ~ John Cougar Mellencamp

When I was a young boy
I said put away those young boy ways
Now that I’m getting older, so much older
I long for those young boy days
With a girl like you
With a girl like you, yeah
Lord knows the things we can do, baby
Just me and you

Come on and make it hurt so good
Come on, baby, make it hurt so good
Sometimes love don’t feel like it should
You make it hurt so good

You don’t have to be so exciting
I’m just trying to give myself a little bit of fun, yeah
You always look so inviting
You ain’t as green as you are young

Hey baby, it’s you
Come on, girl, now it’s you
Sink your teeth right through my bones
Let’s see what we can do

Hurt so good
Come on baby, make it hurt so good
Sometimes love don’t feel like it should
You make it hurt so good

I ain’t talking no big deals
I ain’t made no plans myself
I ain’t talking no high heels, baby
We could walk around all day long
Walk around all day long

Hurt so good
Come on baby, make it hurt so good
Sometimes love don’t feel like it should
You make it hurt so good
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“Did she make you cry, make you break down, shatter your illusions of love?”
~ Stevie Nicks, “Goldust Woman”


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“That was a lot of fun” Anne breathed, sliding her high-heeled shoes off as they entered Sean’s house.

“It was” Sean agreed, closing the front door behind them and turning on the lights. He motioned to her suitcase, which was in his left hand. “I’m going to drop this off in the bedroom”

“Sure” Anne replied. “Want to watch a movie?”

“Why not? I act in them” he answered jokingly, moving past her on his way to his bedroom. By the time that he got back, Anne was seated on the couch and flipping through the channels on the television. Sean plopped down beside her and sighed, taking off his jacket and then his shoes and socks.

“So, what do you want to watch?” Anne asked. “Action, horror… porno…?”

Raising an eyebrow at her, Sean grinned and placed his left elbow on the back of the couch, resting his cheek on the back of his hand. “Actually, love, I thought that we could make our own ‘porno’ later… no cameras, though, since I don’t think that either of us is desperate enough to make that kind of career move…”

“And you call me cheeky?” she queried, looking at him and crossing her legs.

“Oh, come on” Sean countered. “Like you weren’t thinking the same thing… I had to think about Margaret Thatcher on a cold day when you touched me in the car this afternoon”

Anne rolled her eyes and flipped through a few more channels, settling on “House of Wax” with Vincent Price. “I say a horror movie” sheouncounced, doing her best to ignore Sean’s innuendo. Not that she didn’t want him: she did, with all of her being, but she also wanted to spend a bit of time with him, to build anticipation.

“All right… Now, come over here…” Sean ordered.

Anne snuggled against Sean’s side as he asked, resting her head on his chest as he slipped his arm around her. He dug his pack of cigarettes from his left jacket pocket. Lighting a cigarette, Sean blew away the smoke and watched the film, amazed as always at the way that Vincent Price’s movies managed to be scary even in modern times. He was quite aware of the way that Anne stroked his stomach, her little hand soothing him. Every now and again, she would jump as the drama of the movie piqued, and Sean found that he loved holding her close as she trembled. Occasionally, he would offer her a drag from his cigarette, smiling as she took it.

“He had such presence” Anne stated, referring to Vincent Price.

“He certainly did… sort of like Christopher Lee… he scares me half to death on the set sometimes…”

“He’s actually quite nice” she supplied, leaning up to kiss his chin. “I’ve worked with him a bit and I like him… I’ve worked with all of you at some point.”

Sean put his cigarette out, exhaling the last bit of smoke. “Yes, I know… that’s how I first noticed you: you were following that one woman around, what’s her name… Polly. You were following Polly around when she was trying to match the production schedule with that scene in the mines…”

Anne sighed and rubbed her cheek against his chest. “Polly’s pretty nice, actually, which makes it easier on all of us. Some of the people in Unit A drive us mad: they think that those of us in Unit B exist to get them coffee and manage their phone calls. I was hired to assist Unit A in a production capacity, not play go-for”

“I could never do what you do” Sean admitted, playing with a lock of her hair. “It’s hard enough to act, I would hate to be responsible for setting up everything”

“It’s funny you say that, because I’m amazed at how naturally acting comes to you. You never seem to be struggling with it…”

Sean shook his head and chuckled. “That’s just my ego, Anne. I don’t let on that I’m uneasy about my lines or anything else. Viggo would never let me hear the end of it…”

“Well, then” Anne replied, patting his other arm, “You’ve got quite a bit of presence yourself, Mr. Bean, because I’ve never noticed it”

“I take it that you’ve watched a lot of my scenes?”

“I never miss one, if I can swing it. You probably haven’t noticed me every time, since I’ve had to sneak away more than once in order to do so… You’re very good at what you do”

“As are you, little one” Sean commended. “Whenever something important comes up, I hear one of the production people asking for you to help out…”

Anne leaned up and grasped Sean’s chin in her hand, kissing him firmly.

“What was that for?” Sean inquired, licking his lips. She tasted sweet, like the ice cream that they had eaten before they left the party.

“That was for being so sweet” Anne replied, releasing him.

“I don’t think that anyone else has ever called me ‘sweet’” he lamented, stroking her back.

“That’s too bad…” Anne whispered, her eyes darkening a bit. “I wonder…”

“You wonder what?” Sean queried, his stomach tingling from the look in her eyes. He could tell that his little one was about to ask him a question that would strike his very core.

Anne reached out and ran her right hand upward from his knee, skipping his groin and then going back down. She tracked her own movements with her head down, which made Sean ache. “I wonder if you’ve ever had a woman make love to you…”

His mouth was growing dry: he felt like such a teenager when he was around her. His previous lovers had been good, but they had never made him feel such excitement or utter need. Sean did his best to make light of the situation to relieve some tension. “Well, love, I thought that you had been ‘making love’ to me”

Anne met his gaze, her eyes twinkling as she smiled. “I have been, Sean, but there’s something else… I can’t really describe what I mean… I guess I’ll have to show you, if you’re game, that is…”

Sean nodded, afraid that speaking would break the spell. Anne stood up slowly and reached for his hand. Leading him into the bedroom, she turned to face him and smiled as she shed her sweater and then hooked her fingers in the straps of her dress. The white cotton slid from her frame and pooled on the floor, leaving her in only her white lace panties. Sean reached for them, but Anne pushed his hands away and shook her head. Leaning close, she pushed his jacket from his shoulders, her breasts brushing over his chest before she pulled his shirt from his waistband and lifted it over his head. Sean had to angle towards her so that she could undress him: Anne wasn’t going to let him help her, he could sense it.

Genuflecting, Anne reached up and took hold of his belt, unbuckling it and then opening his fly. He wore white boxers this time: Anne could see that he was already straining against them, and she brushed her face over him through the fabric, hearing him moan lowly.

“I love knowing you’re hard for me” Anne whispered, her breath hot against him. “I love knowing that your big cock is waiting for me…”

Sean growled once more, closing his eyes and trying his damndest to keep from going insane… then she did the sexiest thing that any woman ever had to him, she brought his erection out of his boxers from the slit in the front and began to bathe his shaft in kisses and licks. His head went back in absolute bliss, but Anne wasn’t about to let him miss out.

“Watch me” Anne begged.

Sean lowered his head and opened his eyes, loving what he saw. Anne was before him, his cock just above her mouth, a tender expression on her face.

“Would you like to watch me suck you?” she queried, leaning up and licking the underside of the head.

Sean nodded raggedly.

“Good, I want you to” Anne responded.

Sean hissed as she ran her tongue from the base to the tip, licking her lips when she was finished. Anne kept eye contact with him as she enveloped the head and suckled, her hands grasping his backside through his pants. Sean gasped as she worked him, her hot and wet mouth seeking out his most sensitive spots and attacking them with loving accuracy.

“Anne” Sean groaned, his hands snaking into her hair, “Love… That feels so good…”

Anne paused and moved back, pulling his pants and boxers over his aching cock and helping him step out of them. She took his hand once more and led him to the bed, getting him to lay down and then climbing in beside him.

Sean watched her go at his cock again, licking and sucking in the way that drove him mad.

Just when Sean thought that she couldn’t get him any hotter, Anne pushed herself up and pressed his cock between her breasts, smiling when he cried out at being held by her warm flesh. Her tongue snaked out from her lips and licked the tip, collecting his moisture.

“Fucking hell, that’s so hot” Sean whined, still watching her.

“Mmm, tastes good, too” she replied, grinning. “Would you do me a favor, baby?”

He nodded, gasping as she used her hands to tighten her breasts around him.

“Would you come on my tits?”

It took every ounce of his being to keep from exploding right that second. “Oh, yessssss” Sean hissed. His face and chest were covered in a fine sheen of sweat, every muscle in his body taut with anticipation.

Anne moved so that he could see his cock sliding back and forth between her breasts before she leaned down and sucked the head.

It was an incredible feeling… something new to him. Other women had let him come on them, some more than others, and it had always satisfied the primal male in him, but this was hotter somehow. This time, he hadn’t been the one to beg for the privilege: this time, his woman had eagerly requested it from him. Sean knew that Anne wouldn’t run away and wash herself off when he was finished, either, she would consume him… and that was enough to push him to the edge.

“Anne” Sean huffed, his right hand in her hair, “I’m going to come…”

Anne took hold of his shaft and pumped him with her hand, her tongue pressed to the underside of his cock and teasing him.

He whined, grunted… and watched as he exploded against her tongue in a long, thick jet. She directed his release onto her breasts and moaned as the warm fluid splashed onto her skin.

Sean couldn’t even speak: his head was swimming as he watched her, as he saw his essence striking her skin. His blood pounded through his ears, his body spasmed…

“Oh, god” he managed, his cock still burning with release as she licked him clean and then collected his fluid from her skin with her fingers, sucking each digit in turn.

Anne purred with contentment as she cleaned herself and then climbed over him, taking a moment to remove her panties before she placed kisses on his heaving abdomen, the salt of his sweat on her tongue.

“Love” Sean murmured, growing impatient and pulling her up for a kiss.

She could feel his affection for her in the movements of his tongue as he stroked her back.

“How did you get to be so incredible?” Sean inquired, pulling back and running his index finger over her lips. “I’ve never had anyone suck me like you do…”

Anne grinned and blushed, lowering her forehead to his chest. “It was as far as I would go with my other boyfriends, and I was naturally good at it, so it kept them satisfied… Eventually they would want to go all the way, though, and I would break up with them…”

Sean was a bit confused. “But we barely knew each other when you…”

“Gave you my virginity? I know that this might sound crazy, but…” Anne paused and sighed. “I’ve always believed that I would know when the time was right… I would meet a man and I would just know that he was the one that I wanted to share myself with in that way. The second that I saw you on the set, I knew that you were the one” She stroked his left side gently. “Does that sound nuts?”

When she didn’t hear a response, Anne leaned up and gazed at him: what she saw touched her heart. Sean’s eyes were brimming with tears and he was smiling at her.

“Sean?”

“I’m all righve, ve, I just…” Sean cupped her face in his hands, his fingertips moving against her ears. “I really fucking love you. I never knew that I could feel so much for someone that I just met… I just… I love you so much…”

“I love you, too, Sean” Anne smiled through her own tears, and pressed her lips to his. Their tongues mated unabashedly, starting out slowly and gathering speed. As she moved her backside against his body with restless passion, Anne felt that he was hard once more, and she sat up.

“I’m not done” she whispered, nuzzling his face with her own. “There’s something else that I’ve wanted to do from the moment I saw you”

“What’s that, love?” Sean asked, pulling the pins from her hair and freeing the raven locks.

Anne tossed her hair back and moaned, “I want to ride you”

Sean grinned widely. “I’m not about to deny you, love…”

Anne kissed him once more, wriggling her bottom against him to tease him. moa moaned at the contact, holding back until he couldn’t wait another second…

Anne cried out, the sound being muffled in his throat, as he entered her: Sean stilled himself. He watched as she sat up above him, her tiny hands on his chest.

“Are you all right?” he queried, concerned that she could still be sore.

She smiled as his hands grasped her hips, her eyes meeting his. “I’m better than all right, Sean… You feel so good inside of me”

“Mmm, we fit together perfectly, don’t we? It’s like we were built for each other”

Anne slowly rocked her hips over him. “Maybe we were, Sean…”

The impact of their words struck him: he couldn’t deny that it had never been this good before. Anne was like a fantasy to him, a woman who had reawakened him and his desire.

She moved gently, just savoring the sensation of him entering and nearly exiting her, his length filling her completely. Her hands stroked his chest, nails raking across his pectoral muscles and sending shivers through him. Anne’s gait quickened in increments, drawing moans from both of them.

“Mm, Anne…” Sean breathed, his heart quickening as he watched her breasts bounce with her thrusts, “You’re so fucking beautiful…”

Anne’s body was on fire from his words and their mating, but she grew even hotter as his hands fastened onto her breasts and squeezed. Calloused and warm, his fingers worked their magic on her flesh until she was mewing in ecstasy, her head thrown back. His cock had easily found her most sensitive inner spot: every stroke made her whine.

“Love…” Sean begged, his voice low and deep, “Ride me hard, I need it…”

Anne needed it, too, needed the soul consuming orgasm that he would give her. Bracing her hands on his chest, she moved fast, slamming herself onto his cock again and again. It felt so good to her, so right to wantonly mate herself to him. Sean was groaning, encouraging her movements with husky commands, sure without a doubt that he was the luckiest man in the world to have such a responsive and passionate lover.

“Sean” she whimpered, “I love you…!”

“My little one” he responded. Sean couldn’t resist any longer: wrapping his arms around her back, he pulled her downward and captured her left breast with his lips, suckling the nipple.

Anne froze in orgasm, screaming his name: Sean bent his knees and thrusted into her, her tightened inner muscles more than enough to undo him. His mouth opened against her flesh and he released a silent roar as his body pitched…

His entire being felt warm and gooey, as if he had melted beneath her. Sean was aware that Anne was stroking his head, her fingers playing with his hair. “Anne” Sean breathed, rubbing her back as they fought for breath, “Thank you, love”

Sated and sweaty, Anne leaned up enough so that she could look at him. “What are you thanking me for?”

Sean chuckled, brushing a lock of hair from her face. “You said that you were going to show me what you meant about whether or not a woman had ever made love to me… So, thank you for defining ‘making love to me’…”

Anne giggled along with him and kissed the base of his throat. “I hope that you don’t mind, but it would have taken me forever to explain it to you verbally. You have such an effect on me that sometimes I can’t think of what I want to say to save my life”

“How could I mind?” Sean queried playfully, stretching against her. “No bloke with an ounce of sense could mind, love.”

She smiled: Sean cupped her face in his hands and brought her mouth to his, kissing her gently. When he pulled back, Anne licked her lips and moved in once more… He was more than happy to kiss her again, slowly and thoroughly this time, caressing her tongue with his own. Growling softly in the back of his throat, Sean released her and grinned.

“Mm, love” he whispered, stroking her cheek with his thumb, “You look thoroughly fucked…”

“So do you” Anne responded, turning her head and kissing his palm. “You know, I think that you gave me a hickey…”

“Really?” Sean inquired, cocking his head in question.

Anne grasped his shoulders and rolled to her left side, bringing him with her and keeping her leg over his waist so that their connection wasn’t broken. She leaned back a bit so that he could see her body in the moonlight and pointed to her left breast. Even with the lack of illumination, Sean could see that she was correct, the sensitive flesh around her nipple was dark from his mouth.

“Does it hurt, love?” he asked, concern in his voice.

“I’m okay… I can take a little pain if I receive it in such a wonderful way”

Chuckling, Sean pulled her into his arms and squeezed her, resting his chin on the top of her head. “You’d better watch what you say, Anne, or I might graduate to spanking your bum”

“Now, you know that I would enjoy that” Anne teased, rubbing his back.

“No” Sean lamented, “I could never do any damage to that sweet backside of yours… That doesn’t mean that you should start acting like a brat, though, so don’t get any ideas”

“I wouldn’t dare, Beansie…”

“Beansie?” Sean questioned, kissing the top of her head. “That’s interesting…” Stroking Anne’s back, he sensed that she was growing tired, and he certainly couldn’t blame her since he was exhausted himself. Sean reached over her and found the comforter that had been thrown aside that morning, bringing it forward so that it covered the both of them.

Anne knew what he was up to… and she loved him for being so considerate. “Mm, thanks, Sean… Night…”

“Night, love” Sean answered, resting his head against a pillow and holding her close.

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