The Little One

Title: The Little One

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.

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

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“Angel” ~ Madonna

Why am I standing on a cloud
Every time that you’re around
And my sadness disappears
Every time that you are near

You must be an angel
I can see it in your eyes
Full of wonder and surprise
And just now I realize

Oooh, you’re an angel
Oooh, you’re an angel
Oooo, you’re an angel
In disguise, I can see it in your eyes

Walking down a crowded avenue
Other faces seem like nothing next to you
And I don’t hear the traffic rushing by
Just the pounding of my heart and that’s why

You must be an angel
I can see it in your eyes
Full of wonder and surprise
And just now I realize

Oooh, you’re an angel
Oooh, you’re an angel
Oooh, you’re an angel
In disguise, I can see it in your eyes

Now I believe that dreams come true
Because you came when I wished for you
This just can’t be coincidence
The only way that this makes sense is that

You’re an angel

Clouds just disappear

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The little one was here.

Sean was happy to see her out with some of the other production folks, enjoying herself in this pub. The actors were all huddled around a table, drinking from their glasses of ale and chatting: Sean had seen her come into the bar and he was immediately enamored with her. On the set, she wore only jeans and t-shirts, but since she out out on the town with her mates, she had chosen a pair of black leather pants and a hot pink top that was tied at her neck and waist, leaving her back bare. Her long black hair was up in a ponytail and she had opted for natural looking make-up. Fucking hell, she was a vision…

Her group made their way past the bar and took seat around a table against the far wall: they were all young women, all bubbly and attractive… but she was more than that. Sean found her much more engaging than the others, much more mature.

Sean felt a bit out of place when he compared what he was wearing to her clothing: on his way out with Orlando and Viggo, he had opted for a dark blue (almost black) sports jacket and trousers, as well as a cream colored shirt. Viggo was wearing all black, and Orli wore simple jeans and a t-shirt.

The girls from the set were all whispering amongst themselves: Sean surmised that they had noticed that the actors were across the way. Besides his little one, there was a redhead and a blond. The redhead raised her hand and waved to the actors, giggling.

“We’ve been spotted” Viggo stated, grinning.

“You don’t say” Orli laughed, returning the wave. “Those girls are from production, eh? They’re all so fucking adorable… think they want a shag?”

“Honestly, you’re all about that lately” Viggo replied, sipping from his drink. “What do you think, Sean?”

Sean took a deep gulp from his glass. “They’re cute, all right”

“Cute?” Orli asked. “I think they’re more than cute…”

The girl that Sean had been watching looked at him: their eyes caught for just a second before she looked down at the table once more. A waitress came by and got their order, blocking her from his view.

The waitress disappeared for a while and then returned with their drinks. The girls began to chat with one another and the actors returned to their own conversation about scenes.

The women got up and started to dance after a few minutes: Sean’s eyes foher her once more. The little thing certainly could move, suggestively at that. Gazing at her, he was surprised when she met his eyes once more and gave him a smile. Her hips were swirling, moving in such a sexual way that Sean couldn’t tear his eyes from her. A man dressed in black, obviously a local, sauntered over to the little one and began to move with her. At first, she seemed a bit disturbed by it, but then she started to move once more, her eyes never breaking contact with Sean’s. For a second, he began to think that her dance was for him, provocative and sweet…

“Sean? Man, what do you think about that scene in Rivendell?” Orli asked.

Sean looked at his friend, his attention back on his mates. “I’m sorry, what?”

Sean was alerted that something was wrong when he heard one of the women squeal: looking at the group that was dancing, he saw that there was a bloke who had his little angel by the wrist and was trying to drag her off of the dance floor.

Sean didn’t remember getting up or making his way across the pub, he just appeared at her side and pushed the man off of her. “What’s going on?!” he boomed, getting in the man’s face.

The local was obviously drunk and angry. “This is none of your business: I was talking to the lady here”

Sean turned to his little one. “Is he bothering you?” he asked.

“Yes” she stated softly.

“Do you want him to leave you alone?”

“Yes”

Sean focused on the local man, staring him down. “I think that the lady wants you to go”

“What? What the fuck do you know, you limey fuck? I can talk to the little whore if I want to! Mind your own business!”

The man was drunk, true, but that didn’t keep Sean from shoving the man backwards. “Don’t you fucking talk to her like that! Shove off!” he roared, anger bubbling up within him. Sean wasn’t sure when or exactly why, but his legendary temper had been tripped by this man and his improper treatment of Sean’s little one.

“Hey!” the bartender yelled, coming over to them. “Both of you, out of here, now!”

“He started it!” the local announced, pointing at Sean. “He fucking started it, the limey fuck!”

Sean had listened to more than enough: pulling back his right fist, he firmly intended on punching the man, but his hand was caught before he could move.

“Ease up, Sean” Viggo breathed, holding his friend’s hand. Sensing danger, Viggo and Orli had been quick to cover their friend’s back and had moved with him.

“You’re a fucking asshole” Sean growled at the drunk man.

“I said, out!” the bartender stated again. “Both of you cool off before you come back in here!”

Sean was mumbling obscenities as Viggo and Orli led him out of the pub.

“Relax” Viggo commanded. “Just go home and get some rest, okay?”

“Fuck” Sean whined, leg agg against his car. “He was hurting her”

“I know, and you did the right thing, but you had better get out of here before the police get called, all right?”

Sean nodded. “Yeah… You going back in?”

Orli smiled. “Hell yeah: your tantrum probably helped us out with those girls”

“Wonderful” Sean mused, “I get kicked out and you two reap the benefits…”

Just as Sean had fished his car keys out of his pocket, the little one exited the pub: she looked around, and when she saw him, she made her way over.

“We’re going back in” Viggo announced, grinning at his friend. “Try to be good”

Very fucking drole, Sean thought.

Orli and Viggo told the little one good night as they passed her on their way back inside of the pub.

Sean stood there, leaning against his car, playing with his car keys as she came up to him.

“Hi” she breathed, smiling.

“Hullo” Sean answered. Her eyes were a dark chestnut, he could see it even in the moonlight.

She offered him her hand, which he shook. “My name is Anne… I wanted to thank you for what you did in there”

“No problem. I didn’t like what that bloke was doing to you.”

Anne nodded. “You’re Sean Bean, right?” she inquired, smiling.

“That’s me”

“I’m sorry that you were kicked out of the bar”

Sean grinned: this one was a Yank, no two ways around it. “Pub, love… it’s a pub…”

Anne lowered her eyes to the ground and blushed, nervously hooking her thumbs in the belt loops of her pants. “Sorry…”

Sean guessed her to be about five and a half feet tall, with pale skin and incredibly luscious lips. She was shivering a bit in the night air: his silly little one had left for the pub without grabbing a jacket, despite the fact that the past few nights had been quite cold. Feeling the gentleman in him rise up, Sean took off his jacket, and, leaning forward, he draped it over her shoulders. “Wouldn’t want you freezing” he explained. The way that she was looking at him was melting him.

“Would you… like to go somewhere else for a drink? My treat” She nervously kicked the dirt beneath her feet, watching the little dust clouds that she made: she looked up at him once more.

Sean smiled at her offer. “I appreciate it, love, but I was thinking about just going ho And And god, do I wish that I could take you home with me, little one. Sean thought for a minute, the devil getting the better of him. “I have some ale at home, though, if you’d like to join me there for a drink”

What was he doing? He could be her father! What would a beautiful, young thing like her want with him?

Anne looked up at him, her eyes wide and innocent. “Sure… if you wouldn’t mind having me…”

He wouldn’t mind it at all, that was what worried him. His last breakup had been only a few months ago, although it was made easier by being so far from home: Anne had fueled his fantasies for a long time now, although he had just now learned her name. Turning, Sean unlocked his car and walked around to the passenger side, holding the door open for her and waiting for her to get in.

Anne was nervous, but she managed to slide her arms into his jacket. She walk over to the other side and got in, smiling when he closed the door. She knew that she wanted him, and she knew that he was still aching from a messy breakup…it had been some of the main gossip on the set…

Sean started the car and pulled out of the pub’s parking lot.

After a few minutes of silence, he finally spoke. “You could have gotten yourself into quite some trouble there.”

Anne nodded and looked out the window. “I know… I had no idea that he would act that way”

“Could I have a cigarette?”

“Hm?”

Sean smiled at her. “Right front pocket of my jacket, love… take one for yourself, too”

“Oh” Anne stated, reaching into his jacket: it was immense on her, covering her down to her knees. She found two cigarettes and handed one to him, watching as he grabbed the lighter in his dashboard and lit his cigarette: she did the same as he lowered both car windows a bit to let the smoke escape.

“You have to be careful, love” Sean said, making a left turn. “A pretty girl like you has to watch how she dances and where… Drunk men tend to lose themselves when a woman dances like that for them”

“I wasn’t dancing like that for him” Anne piped up.

“Oh” Sean intoned, inhaling from his cigarette and blowing away the smoke. “Orli…”

Anne kept herself facing the window. “If you mean Orlando, no, I wasn’t doing that for him…”

Sean was confused… She certainly couldn’t have been dancing like that for him… “Well, love” he pushed out, “Regardless, you have to be careful”

“Or I can hope that you’ll be there to protect me”

Sean chuckled as he heard her laughter. “I don’t know about that… I have a right temper…”

“It gives you character” Anne replied, smoking her cigarette.

He laughed even more deeply. “Oh, yes, the character of a man who gets sent to lock up…”

After a few more minutes of driving, punctuated with small talk, they arrived at Sean’s rented house. They tossed away their cigarettes as they got out and walked to his front door.

Anne gasped when he turned on the lights.

“Something amiss?” he inquired.

“No, it’s just… wow, it’s huge. I share a house with Melinda and Lisa, and it’s nothing like this”

Smiling, Sean shut the door behind them and moved past her. “Kitchen is this way…”

Anne followed him, noting the footie posters that lined his walls: it was definitely a man’s living space, with t-shirts strewn over the back of his couch. In the kitchen, she sat down at his table and smiled at him as he fetched two bottles of beer from his refrigerator.

“Now, you’re old enough to drink this, aren’t you?” he inquired, popping off the caps with a bottle opener.

“I’m 21” she answered, smiling. “Whether I look it or not”

Jesus, she was half his age. Then again, this was just a friendly drink, right? Nothing more would come of it: even if he was randy for her, she couldn’t possibly see an old man like him as a viable mate.

Sean sat down next to her at the table and handed her a beer.

“Thank you” she breathed.

He held his bottle up. “Cheers?”

“Cheers… to you saving me from the local trash”

Sean laughed. “Ao yoo you not leaving it for me to deal with alone”

They clinked their bottles together and drank.

“Whew” Anne cried, wrinkling her nose as she put the bottle down. “That’s bitter…”

“Sorry, love… I just never got into the habit of drinking that piss that you Yanks call ale: hope you can forgive me…”

Anne raised an eyebrow at him and drank once more.

“Easy now, lass” Sean ordered, “You need to pace yourself: you’re a little thing and you’re not used to it…”

She giggled: a lyrical sound to him. “So… you normally hang out with your friends in your kitchen?”

“Are you saying you would prefer the couch in the livingroom?”

“Definitely”

“All right, Anne: follow me”

Sean led her into his front room, turning the low lights on and motioning to the couch. Anne sat down on it and giggled once more as Sean grabbed his shirts up with a mumble and tossed them onto the floor.

“Don’t get many visitors” he informed. “We usually hang out at Viggo’s”

Anne took off his jacket and slipped her strap high heels from her feet, pulling her legs up under her.

“The telly or music?” Sean asked, gazing at her.

“Music” Anne replied. “May I choose?”

Sean motioned to his sound system. “Be my guest”

Anne was up once more, going to the sound system across the room and flipping tadioadio on. She found a classical music station and couldn’t help but laugh. “Sounds like the movie score”

“You’ve been working on that already?” he asked, sitting down.

“Well, I don’t actually work on it: it’s more like I hear about the others working on it. I’m a bit player, really. Jackson barely knows my name… Ah, here we go…”

As Sean watched, Anne began to slowly sway her hips back and forth in time to the music. It was the Rolling Stones, he could tell, and it suited her perfectly as she moved. Sean found his eyes drawn to her backside, her soft and gentle dance.

“Any minute, any hour, I’m waiting on a call from you… And you know this heart is constant, I’m your lover baby, through and through…”

Sean was amazed as she looked at him over her shoulder and gave him a seductive grin, slowly turning around and continuing her gentle grind. He sat transfixed, unable to move, not wanting to: she was a vision, a little angel who began to do the same dance that she had done earlier in the evening, except this time, he knew that it was for him and him alone. Sean’s mouth
was dry, and other parts of him were beginning to react.

Anne couldn’t tell if he was excited or pissed by her movements, so she returned to the couch and sat down beside him, pulling her feet up.

“Anne, why did you come home with me?”

She looked at him and was immediately ensnared by his green eyes: god, but they were beautiful. “I thought that was pretty obvious”

“I’m twice your age… I’m an old man”

“What are you talking about? Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”

Sean frowned, confused. “Don’t get me wrong, little one, I find you very attractive… but I’ve got kids, I’m…”

“I don’t care” Anne denied, lifting her chin in defiance. “I want you, and I’ve wanted you since I first saw you. What you did at the bar tonight… it was so hot…”

“Anne…”

“You don’t want me” she whispered, lowering her eyes to the floor. “God, I’m so stupid…”

“What?” Sean asked.

Tears fell down her cheeks: she felt like a complete idiot. “I’m sorry” she breathed, grabbing her shoes and getting up. She placed the beer bottle on his table. “I should go…”

“No” Sean denied, standing up and grasping her arm. “No, love…”

“Please” Anne whined.

Sean put his beer down next to hers and pulled her into his arms. “It’s okay” he soothed, stroking her back. “Don’t cry, love” I diI didn’t mean to… you must think I’m a trollop…”

“I could never think that about you” Sean comforted, resting his chin on the top of her head. “Will you sit with me?”

Anne nodded, her face pressed to his chest, and was amazed when he sat back down and brought her onto his lap.

“Easy, now” Sean whispered, kissing her forehead. “Don’t cry, little one…”

She could feel the evidence of his desire against her bottom: moving back, she searched out his eyes with her own. “Sean, I want this to happen: I want you”

Tracing his right index finger over her cheek, he couldn’t help but smile as his heart leapt. “I want you, too, darling… I just want you to know what you’re getting into. I can be moody, a right bastard at times.”

“Yeah, but you’re hot when you do that”

He chuckled: the sound was cut short as she kissed him, a quick kiss, over before it started. Sean’s eyes darkened, and as Anne leaned towards him, he cupped her face in his hands and brought her mouth to his.

His beard tickled her lips and skin, but she didn’t have a chance to giggle. Sean firmly pressed his mouth to hers, his tongue tracing her lips until she opened to him.

Christ, she tasted good, like ale with a hint of cinnamon vanilla. Using his hands to tilt her head, he deepened the kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth and tasting everything that he could.

Anne mewed in the back of her throat and restlessly moved her hips so that she brushed over him. Sean’s hands were on her back now, making slow circles as they embraced. He wanted more, needed it.

Breaking the kiss, he pulled at the ties of her shirt until the fabric came loose in his hands. She sighed when he bared her chest, his hands coming around to cup her breasts.

“Fuck, love” Sean murmured, gently squeezing her flesh in his hands, “You have beautiful tits…”

Anne pressed her forehead to his, bracing her hands on his shoulders. He was hungry for her, and he gave her no warning: his warm, wet tongue laved her left nipple, his lips forming a seal as he suckled.

“Sean” she whined, her tiny fingers knitting into his hair. The blond was shoulder length for his character, and felt so good in her fingers.

Sean released her left nipple with a popping sound and moved to the right, giving it the same attention. Her little bottom moved against his cock, caressing it through his pants.

“Mmm, oh god…” Sean moaned, licking his way back up her neck to her mouth. He kissed her again, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. “It has been so long…”

Anne gave him a sly grin and slowly slid down to her knees before him.

“Where are you going?” he queried, his hands on her head.

“I want to suck you” Anne replied, straining upward to kiss his chin. “You don’t mind, do you? I’m very good at it…”

“I’m sure you are” he answered huskily. “You can have at it, love… I’m not going to be done with you for a long time tonight”

Anne smiled and took hold of the bottom of his shirt, pulling it from his waistband. Sean was more than willing to help her by sitting up and taking it off, returning her grin.

“You have such beautiful arms” she cooed, running her hands up his biceps. “And your chest… how dare you say that you’re an old man?”

Her little finger nails scratched down his pectoral muscles, catching the hair there and sending shocks of pleasure through him.

Sean guided her hands down to his belt: Anne didn’t need help to undo it or to unzip his pants.

“Boxers” she whispered, opening his pants. “Now that is sexy…”

He chuckled once more and lifted his hips, pushing his underwear and pants away while she undid his shoes. A few moments later, he was naked on his couch, looking down at her.

She pressed her lips to the underside of his shaft. “You’re so big” Anne mused, her hot breath tickling him.

Sean shifted his hips, his need building with every second. Her lips tickled him, leaving hot kisses on his flesh. He leaned back, his hands in her hair, and watched as her tongue ran over the tip of his cock, collecting the moisture there.

“Love” he huffed, gazing down at her, “Please, love”

Anne couldn’t deny him: she fastened her mouth around the head of his cock and sucked, running her tongue around him and then sliding down lower.

She teased him for as long as she could, and then she started her rhythm, sliding her mouth up and down over his length. The salt of him was delicious, and she found herself tracing the veins on his shaft with her tongue, her small hand wrapped arothe the base.

“God, that feels so good” Sean groaned, his head falling back onto the couch.

Her mouth was so warm and wet, tight around his cock as she bobbed up and down. If Sean didn’t know better, he would have guessed her to be a champion at this: she was creating a suction that made his eyes roll back into his head.

“That’s it” he cried, “Fuck, yes, love… Oh, god, you love sucking me, don’t you?”

Anne responded with a yes that muf muffled in his shaft. Sean looked down at her: the sight of her sweet little mouth plump with his cock sent a jolt of bliss through him. He was aware that he was on the edge of a powerful orgasm, and he wanted nothing more than to have it if it would please her. His hips were beginning to move of their own accord, matching her movements.

“Do you want me to come in your mouth?” Sean asked, gasping with ecstasy.

“God, yes” Anne responded, moving back to lick him. “I want to taste you…”

Her mouth sealed over him again, and Sean was sure that he would die if he didn’t give in.

Anne heard his gasps grow louder and louder… and then she heard a long, low grunt come from him that sounded like a wounded bear. His cock throbbed in her mouth and released its fluid, bathing her tongue in him.

Sean grimaced with the bliss, his body involuntarily bending towards her as he roared. “Bloody… fucking hell…”

“Mmm” Anne moaned, drinking him down. He tasted so good, so salty sweet, and the feel of his manhood spasming in her mouth was the sexiest thing that she had ever experienced. She continued to lick and clean him afterward, smiling around his cock.

“Oh, fuck” Sean groaned, leaning his head back on the couch once more. His heart was thudding in his chest, sending a rush of blood through his ears.

“That was yummy” Anne stated, pulling back and tracing the ridge under the head with her tongue. “So yummy”

Sean caught his breath and sat up, cupping her face in his hands and lifting her back up so that he could kiss her. Anne loved the way that he didn’t shrink from his own taste, his arms encircling her and holding her tight.

“That” Sean whispered, kissing her forehead, “Was fucking incredible, love… I want more…”

“You can have all you wanhe ahe answered.

“Mmm” Sean replied, kissing her. “Come with me to my bed, honey”

Anne nodded: Sean stood up and lifted her up into his arms, carrying her across his house and into his bedroom. She giggled when he placed her on the bed, his hands tickling her sides as he reached for her pants.

Sean managed to get them unzipped, and he pulled the leather from her frame alwithwith her black lace underwear. He took a moment to gaze down upon her. Her skin was creamy, the moonlight that came in the window making it look luminescent. As he stood over her, he found himself absentmindedly stroking his cock: the knowledge that he had remained hard for her spoke volumes to him. He had never wanted anyone so much.

“I’m safe if that’s what you’re wondering” Anne whispered, leaning up on her elbows. “I’ve bon ton the pill for female reasons…”

“No, love, I’m not wondering… I’m thinking how gorgeous you look, and how much I want to fuck you…”

As Anne watched, Sean climbed over her, kissing her deeply as his right hand snaked between them and cupped her sex, his palm putting pressure on her nub until she moaned.

Anne cried out as Sean moved his mouth down to her throat, his fingertips pinching her nipples as he continued to move down. “Sean…”

“I want to taste you” he answered, echoing her previous sentiments. “You smell so good and I want to taste you” Sean nudged her sex with his chin and pleaded, “Spread your legs for me, little one”

Anne did as he asked, opening to him.

Sean placed a kiss on her mound, then moved lower. “You’re so wet” he noted, licking her juices from her inner thighs. His tongue caressed her center, playing with her as she moaned. “Sweet” Sean murmured appreciatively. “So sweet…”

Sean began to lap at her, loving her hot flesh. Anne was moaning and writhing against his mouth, her hips making little circles. Other men had pleasured her this way, but they had never come close to being this good or giving. Sean’s beard tickled a b a bit, but it was strangely erotic as it showed her just how much he enjoyed it. His hands cupped her backside and lifted her sex to his mouth where he consumed her as if she were a feast, his fingers biting into her flesh.

“Oh, god, Sean…” Anne cried, her hands flying to his head. “Sean..”

He was incredibly hard for her again, and he badly wanted to fuck the flesh under his tongue. Wanting to be sure that she was ready for him, he slid his right index finger inside of her… his finger wasn’t even half way inside of her when he hit a barrier. Sean pulled back, confused.

“Anne?” he asked.

She was gasping for air, trying to form words: she had been so close…

“Are you a virgin, love?”

Anne nodded, biting back tears of frustration.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought” Anne whispered, afraid of his response, “I thought that you would be angry…”

Sean smiled wistfully, kissing the inside of her right thigh. “Sweetheart… I’m not angry, I’m humbled. I ask only because I don’t want to hurt you”

“There’s no escaping that, is there?” she queried, sniffling.

Climbing up over her, he grasped her chin with his thumb and forefinger, his eyes meeting hers. “So precious” he murmured, kissing her. “I think that I can make it better, if you give me a chance”

Anne smiled and nodded: as he kissed her, Sean slid his right hand down to her sex. She immediately opened her legs for him, and he pushed his index finger into her, finding her barrier and gently stretching it. His thumb caressed her nub, giving her pleasure. It was a bit uncomfortable, but she began to relax around him, pushing her hips forward as he slid his finger in and out of her.

“God, you’re so fucking precious” he moaned. “Are you ready for another, love?”

“I…”

“I won’t go any further if you don’t want me to…”

Anne took a deep breath and shook her head. “I trust you”

His heart swelled: sure, other people had trusted him… but the way that she said it simply warmed his soul. “I’ll go slow” he promised.

Another finger joined the first one, gently and tenderly pushing… Anne whined a bit, but was lost in the incredible kiss that he gave her. His thumb finally pushed her over the edge, causing her to scream and spasm in his arms as her orgasm washed over her. Sean rode it out with her, loving the way that she whined in the back of her throat. Moving back, he gave her a soft smile.

“Now… want to try something bigger?” he asked coyly.

“Mmm, yes… I want to try your ‘something bigger’…”

They laughed together, sharing kisses as Sean positioned himself between her legs, resting his hands on her hips. Anne felt the swollen head of his cock press to her entrance.

“Still so wet” Sean breathed, kissing her jaw. “That won’t be a problem”

Anne was thankful that he was making jokes, because her heart was in her throat. “Sean?”

“Yes, love?”

She bit her lip. “Do it”

“Sweetheart?”

“I want you inside of me… all the way in…”

Sean sighed, stroked her face with his hands. “Love, it’s going to hurt…”

“Please” Anne whined, holding him close. “Please”

A quick kiss, his forehead pressed to hers. “Okay…”

Anne felt pressure within her: nothing more. God, but his cock felt monstrous as he gently pushed. There was a long moment of tension, the pressure growing…

Sean broke through with a snap, sinking into her fully, gasping at the hot tightness that was around him.

“Anne…?” Pushing up onto his arms, he gazed down at her. Her eyes were shut tight, tears sliding out from beneath the lids. “Love, are you all right?”

She released a long sigh, shuddering with pain. Anne opened her eyes and looked at him, managing a smile. “I’m okay”

“I’m so sorry” he whispered, kissing her ear.

Anne moved her hips around him, testing out their connection.

“Love, wait…” he tried, her movement bringing him pleasure. “Hold on…”

She shook her head. “No, baby… Mmm, Sean, move…”

“I don’t want to hurt you”

“It doesn’t hurt… it feels good… please, please fuck me…”

Sean smiled at her and kissed her, his tongue slowly twining with hers. He rocked her back and forth, praying that he wouldn’t cause her any more pain: but instead of a cry of anguish, she released a soft moan of pleasure.

“Love?” he queried.

“Don’t stop” she pleaded. “Don’t stop…”

His little one was melting around him and he loved it. He started with a slow and gentle gait, until he knew that she was truly feeling bliss. “So nice, love… oh, fuck, you’re so tight…I love fucking you… and I’m going to love fucking you again and again…”

Anne reached up and held his face in her hands, ecstasy causing her to grimace. “Yes, Sean… oh god, I want you to fuck me forever…”

“Like this?” he asked, grasping her left leg under her knee and pulling her open for him. “Nice and deep?”

Anne nodded: the head of his cock was pushing against her most sensitive inner spot, caressing and loving her.

“Harder?”

“Yes… oh fuck, yes…”

Anne heard Sean growl with approval and begin a faster gait, his cock slamming into her harder and harder. She tilted her head back and cried out, incredibly close to the edge.

“Sean…!”

“I want to feel you come” he cried, his teeth nipping her throat. “I want to feel you clamp down on me and have a good come, love… Oh, please… I’m so close and I want you to come with me…”

Anne grasped his face once more, forcing her eyes to open and looking at him. “Sean…”

“Yes, love?”

“I… I…” Anne lowered her hands to his shoulders, her fingernails biting into his flesh as she came, growing stiff beneath him as she screamed, “I love you!!”

Her words broke into his hazed mind: her inner muscles squeezed him tightly, and he realized at that moment, that although he barely knew her, he felt the same way… She had been his dream for so long, and he loved her…

Sean’s forehead fell down on hers: orgasmic waves washed over him and he was rendered speechless. Oh, god, it was so good, so bloody fucking good… She was milking everything out of him, draining him of all the pain and hurt that he had been feeling for so long… He managed a few low, throaty grunts, so forceful that it hurt him.

It took him a long time to remember where he was, but he remembered who he was with: beautiful Anne, his little one. Sean rolled them to their sides, staying inside of her and cuddling her to his chest.

“Anne… Anne…” he murmured.

They both gasped and stretched, remaining close. It was a few minutes more before he said her name again.

She raised her face from his chest and kissed the hollow of his throat. “Yes, Sean?”

“I… Look, this isn’t easy for me to say… you know I’ve been through a lot of shite lately…”

Anne reached up and stroked his jaw, then pressed her index finger over his mouth. “You don’t have to say anything… I know that you’re still trying to figure things out… just know that I love you”

Sean gently pulled her hand away, kissing the palm. “Anne… I love you, too… I love you…” The last time he said it more forcefully, punctuatin wit with a kiss.

Anne did her best not to cry, but she lost: the strange thing was that he joined her, squeezing her close.

Eventually, the hugging and kissing awakened his desire once more, and he made love to her again, releasing his soul to her.

TBC?