The Kitchen Witch

“I…I am sorry Viggo. Please…please don’t go.” She said still standing in the doorway unsure if he would turn around and come back or not. She felt like an idiot.

He turned then and looked at her for a long moment. She could almost feel his blue eyes practically pierce her soul. Viggo slowly started back up the steps and Sarah released a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding.

“Don’t shut me out, Sarah.” Viggo said softly.

“I don’t mean to do that…I just…I am not comfortable talking about my past. When you said you were an actor it just threw me…it made my past come blazing forward in my mind.” She said softly stepping back into the house to allow him entrance.

“What did he do to you?” He asked softly still standing in the doorway.

Her face turned red and he saw fear in her eyes for a second. “Viggo…I don’t care to go into detail about it, but Brad, that is my ex husband was not a kind man. He was well is a producer in Hollywood and I was more or less a possession not a partner. I ran away from that life, from him, and I feel a part of me will always be running away.”

“He was controlling then…Sarah…was he ever violent with you?” Viggo asked cautiously. He saw her eyes cloud and he worried that he had pushed too far again.

After a long pause she looked up at him with tears in her eyes. “Yes.” Was all she said.

Viggo felt a wave of rage pour over him but he tamped it down. Instead he slipped his arms around her and pulled her close. “It’s alright, he can’t hurt you now, Sarah.”

“But that’s where you are wrong, he still hurts me every day…look at what I did to you tonight. I practically threw you out just because you are an actor. I didn’t even think about how kind and how unlike the other Hollywood types I have known you are. I went cold toward you when I had no reason to do that to you Viggo…you have been nothing but kind to me.” She said sobbing into his shirt.

“It’s ok…shhhh it’s ok, Sarah.” He said rubbing her back lightly as she leaned into him.

She finally stopped crying and leaned back to look up at Viggo. She almost shrunk from his blue gaze full of so much warmth and compassion it made her stomach twist inside her. How could she have ever thought this gentle artist would ever be anything at all like Brad?

He released her and she stepped back dabbing at her eyes with her hands. “Come on…let’s sit back down and talk.” Viggo suggested.

They went back to the living room and curled up together on the couch. He put his arm around her and tucked her head under his chin. She could hear his heart beat next to her cheek and she snuggled a bit closer.

“I am so sorry Viggo.” She whispered again.

“Don’t be…I can’t say thf I f I was in your shoes I would have reacted any differently.” Viggo said kindly.

She laughed then and he looked down at her. “What?” He asked.

“This is not how I expected tonight to be.” She said softly.

“How exactly did you expect it to be?” He asked.

She smiled then and leaned in closer to him. He didn’t need any more invitation than that. Slowly he moved in and claimed her lips. He could still taste the salt from her tears as his mouth moved over hers. Slowly and softly nipping at her bottom lip until she opened to him more. He felt like he was sliding into fire as he kissed her.

Part of him knew it was still too soon for them that this might be a huge mistake. She wanted to use sex with him to erase her earlier memories of Brad. He knew this intellectually but his body and heart wanted other things. When they broke the kiss she stood up and held out her hand to him. He knew without words what was about to happen…his head kept screaming this was a bad ibut but his body wasn’t willing to listen.

When he stood he pulled her into his arms again and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around him and returned his deep kisses. When they finally came up for air she pointed to the door to her bedroom. Viggo smiled and nodded. He scooped her into his arms and his mouth continued to assault hers as he walked to the door. He fumbled for the doorknob and Sarah giggled. Once he opened the door and stepped inside Sarah reached over and flicked on the lamp just inside the door. Viggo looked around the room. It was what he thought it would be. The room was filled with fresh flowers, and the bedspread on the big four poster was all flowers and lace.

He set her down in the center of the room and she smiled up at him. "You have on too many clothes." She commented. Viggo smiled.

"So do you," he whispered.

Viggo quickly divested Sarah of her green dress until all she wore were a white lace bra and panties. She fought the urge to cover herself with her arms; it had been a very long time since she had been with a man and almost never with the lights on. Slowly she lifted her hands to his shirt, opening a few buttons and pulling it free of his jeans. When the backs of her hands shakily brushed against his bare stomach, he inhaled sharply. "How about if I help a little?"

In just a moment, he stood before her in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. He was already aroused and the fabric outlined the hard ridge of flesh beneath.

Sarah felt her breathing change and speed up. Her whole body was warm and as he reached out and drew her to him, she fitted herself against him as closely as she could with her cheek against his firm, muscled chest. He brushed his fingers through her hair until it rippled around them. For a long, sweet moment, he simply held her, his big hands gently stroking up and down her back to heps. ps. She had never felt this loved before.

Turning her face slightly, she nuzzled his throat, actually daring to lick him there, where his pulse beat fast and strong. Even in her six years of marriage she had never been that bold. Was never allowed to be that bold. Viggo groaned. She felt him unhook the clasp of her bra with one hand and then he stepped back, tossing it away and knelt to strip away her panties.

She froze. His face was inches away from her most private area and then she jerked as his hands closed around her hips and he blew a stream of hot breath through thet oft of golden curls there. She put her hands down to draw him up to her, but he leaned slightly forward and she felt his tongue touch her intimately. She was so shocked she forgot what she'd been about to do. "Viggo," she gasped.

"Let me," he murmured, his breath was like a warm caress against her sensitive flesh. He put his hands on the insides of her thighs and pressed lightly until she complied, widening her stance a little. And then he kissed her on the very spot that was throbbing and needy and — "Oh, my!" She cried and clutched at his shoulders, as his mouth grew bolder. Then her hands were in his hair, pressing him closer and closer as he used his tongue in ways she had never quite realized a tongue could be used. Brad had never done anything like this, would never have done anything so intimate!

She cried out again, and he withdrew from her and rose to his feet, lifting her easily and carried her across the room to the bed. Gently, as if she were made of glass, he laid her down. Then, still standing beside her, he put his thumbs in the elastic of his boxer briefs and pulled them down and off.

She blushed but didn’t look away. She had never really looked at Brad they always had sex in the dark, the few times they did have sex with the lights on she closed her eyes. Brad had always been too fast, too rough and demanding. She had always pretended to be disconnected from her body like it wasn’t even her with Brad. She didn’t want to close her eyes with Viggo and she didn’t want to pretend she wasn’t with him.

He turned away for a moment and grabbed his jeans. God he was glad he had brought a condom with him! She watched as he rolled protection into place, then he lowered himself onto her, using his knees to separate her legs.

She felt exposed as he caressed her with his hands, his blue eyes gazing all over her creamy skin. Sarah had never wanted sex like this before, never wanted any man like she wanted Viggo now. She arched against him, feeling him hard and ready against her abdomen, but he only smiled. "Not yet, Sarah. Not yet." He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth and she nearly came off the bed at the intense sensation. He continued to suck and nibble and caress her skin until she was a writhing bundle of nerves under him.

"Viggo, please...please..." She knew exactly what she was pleading for, and when he raised his hips and she felt him fall heavily between her legs, she opened to him and wriggled until she felt the smooth head pushing at her. He was going agonizingly slow and it was driving her mad. She wanted him inside her now! Driving her heels into the bed, she shoved firmly upward, and soon she felt him fill her. Viggo moaned as her tight warm heat suddenly enveloped him. He hadn’t expected her to be so aggressive and was holding himself back because he didn’t want to scare her. He had no idea what her ex husband had done to her but he didn’t want to remind her in any way of him.

He leaned down and kissed her softly then Viggo established a smooth easy rhythm with his hips, rocking them into her slowly. He continued moving within her changing the angle with each thrust and she found herself clutching his muscled arms tightly. Sarah had never felt this way before; sex had never been like this before. She had never really enjoyed it before. She had wanted this tonight to give herself to Viggo but he was giving himself to her!

Viggo slid one of his hands down her body and began rubbing his thumb against where his tongue had been earlier. She arched back and threw her head back against the mattress and cried out his name along with some nonsense words. Soon Sarah felt an unfamiliar tension rising, and she lifted her hips to meet Viggo’s thrusts as he increased his speed, almost sobbing as each impact shot her higher, tighter, until she felt like a drawn bow — And then the tension burst into exquisite circles of pleasure that jolted through her body like electricity. She nearly screamed! He removed his thumb and wrapped his arm around her shoulders bringing her up into nearly a sitting position with her legs wrapped around him as he continued to thrust into her at a fast pace. Within moments he moaned her name loudly and she felt him stiffen and arch into her one final time before pumping himself deep within her body, and for one insane instant, she was sorry he'd remembered to use birth control.

They collapsed back to the bed. When the last spasm had shaken them and he lay heavily over her, his head on the pillow beside hers, she turned her head and kissed him. "Thank you."

“What?” Viggo asked a bit surprised still trying to catch his breath. That wasn’t exactly what he had expected her to say. He wasn’t sure what exactly he expected but thank you wasn’t it.

“I’ve…I’ve never…felt like that in bed before.” She tried to explain.

Viggo was shocked. Good God the woman had never had an orgasm before!

He rolled off of her and pulled her into his arms. “Seriously? Sarah you mean you have never…uh had an orgasm before?” Viggo asked awkwardly. He never dreamed he would ever have this conversation.

“No…and Brad had ever done…what you did before to me…before you picked me up and lay me on the bed.” She said trying to find the right words. Her face was extremely red and Viggo laughed.

“So a couple of firsts huh?” He asked tugging her closer to him and smiling.

“Yes…he never did anything that made me feel good.” She said softly snuggling against his chest.

“You’ve never been with anyone else besides him and now me right?” Viggo asked seriously.

“No.” She replied.

Viggo sighed and pulled her closer. He was playing idly with one of her pretty golden curls and felt sad for her. She had been married for six years and she had never had an orgasm, had never been made to feel loved in that way. Perhaps this was about erasing her memory of her ex husband, but Viggo wasn’t sure that was a mistake anymore. He certainly didn’t feel used. If this turned out to be a mistake at least he had shown her what it was like to be loved. Because he did, he thought suddenly, he did love her. Unconsciously he pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head.

He noticed that Sarah’s bring ing had changed; she was asleep. He slid out of bed and slipped into the bathroom then came back in and flicked off the lamp. There was just enough moonlight filtering through the window for him to find his way back to her bed. He pulled the covers over her and then slipped in next to her. When she felt him beside her again she snuggled closer and he fell asleep with Sarah in his arms. He hoped they hadn’t made a mistake.