Finding Home Pt. 17-18 by BadWriter75,BadWriter75

“Because I keep thinking you’re going to wise up and realize you can do so much better than me,” he said angrily. “God, Sara; you’re incredible! You’re smart and funny and kind and just fucking awesome. I’m a fucked-up veteran who could barely get out of bed six weeks ago.”

She put her hands on his face and kissed him. “No. No, you are not,” she said with a kindness that could not hide the firmness in her voice. “That might be who you were — but not anymore. You’re my thoughtful, kind, beautiful man. A strong woman like me does not invite fucked-up veterans into her bed. Andy, your family is stupid wealthy — but you’ve never once treated me like a charity case. Don’t you dare think that my love for you is some sort of charity case. You’re not that stupid, my love,” she said with tears in her eyes.

He wiped the tears from her face while he considered his next words. “I’m sorry, Sara. I do need you, and I suck at showing that sometimes. I love you, and you’re right.”

“Baby, we will get through all this shit — together. Then, there will be more shit, and we’ll deal with that the same way — together. We need each other. I love what you told me once: you could live without me, but you don’t want to. Andy, I feel the same way. You believe in me, and you’ve reintroduced me to myself. Please — baby — please let me do the same thing.”

“I will,” he said softly.

“Damn right you will,” she said. “Andy, we’re so good together. Our singing together is just one of a million examples of that.”

He kissed her. “Marry me,” he said forcefully.

“Absolutely,” she giggled. “A thousand times, yes. But this Lone Ranger shit has to end. You feel me Dreamy?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned.

“Dammit,” she mumbled. “You’re so damn beautiful. When you smile at me, it makes me all gooey,” she admitted.

“That’s a bad thing?”

“No. But Andy, you’re not the only one who gets distracted. You are a damn fine man.”

“Nope. I’m your damn fine man,” he smiled. They kissed passionately.

“Dance with me?” he asked.

“Baby, you’ve got me really hot here. Are you sure that’s all you want to do?”

“Think of it as foreplay.”

She giggled. “Andy, our whole life feels like foreplay.”

“Good. I’m not the only one who feels that way.”

“You have a song in mind?”

“I do. As always, you inspired it.”

She got up, and Andy followed her. He grabbed his phone, and found the song he was looking for. As the music began, she put her arms around his neck and nuzzled against him. Etta James’ A Sunday Kind of Love played softly.

“Damn baby. This feels so right. I love the way you hold me.”

“Well, you’re pretty holdable,” he grinned.

“That was cheesy — even for you,” she giggled. He kissed her softly.

“Mmm. Andy, I know needing someone again scares you,” she said gently.

He looked into her eyes, and nodded.

“I can’t imagine how much it does. I mean, at every stage of your life, you’ve lost someone you love. But baby, I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me,” she said lovingly.

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m madly in love with you. I love being stuck with you.” He paused, “But you’re right, it does scare me. Plus, I guess I really don’t like the thought of being so damn needy.”

“You’re not. You’re ridiculously low maintenance; but you are human. We all need the people we love,” she said.

The music had stopped, but they continued to hold one another.

And it don’t matter to me/wherever we are is where I wanna be. He sang softly.

“Damn right. That’s all I think I need, Andy. I just need my man,” she said.

“Miss Jones-Easley, would be so kind as to make love with me?” he asked.

She giggled. “Funny, I was just about to ask you the same thing — well, actually — I was going to tell you that you needed to make love to me.”

Sara broke their embrace and took his hand to lead him to the bed. She kissed him, and slid his sleep shorts off him. Looking him in the face, she removed her t-shirt, and slipped her panties off.

“Damn,” he muttered. “You are stunningly beautiful.”

She kissed him. “On top. I need you on top of me,” she whispered. “I need you to long stroke me until you fill me. Take your time, please. Your woman needs a good, long fucking.”

“Is this my well-loved woman who knows her mind?”

“Mmm. It is, indeed. You up for the task?” she giggled.

Andy picked her up and gently laid her on the bed. He kissed her passionately, and then slid his length into her in one motion.

“Dammmmmn,” she hissed.

Andy began to slowly drive in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and used her hands to pull him into her as deep as he could possibly go. They kissed continually while they made love, with Andy stopping from time to time to feast on one of her engorged nipples. After a time, she began clinching her Kegel muscles. He moaned with the new stimulus.

“Sara, that feels so good. If you keep doing that, I’m going to cum soon,” he moaned. No more had the words come out of his mouth then her orgasm crashed over her. She arched her back, and her entire body began to shake. Andy watched in awe as her eyes rolled back in her head, and the spasms continued. She started gushing, and Andy felt the warm fluid flow between their joined bodies. Feeling her velvet tunnel milk his member caused his own orgasm to burst forth. He shot wad upon wad of his seed into her. His vision began to get blurry, and he quickly pulled out of her and rolled to one side.

A short time later, Andy was aware of Sara’s smiling face looking down at him.

“Hello lover,” she whispered.

“Hello beautiful.”

“Damn baby, that was amazing.”

“Was that a fight we had?” he asked.

“I don’t know — but if that was make-up sex, sign me up. This has been the best birthday ever,” she giggled.

“Are you OK?” he asked tenderly. “Your eyes were going a bit funky there for a minute.”

“Being quiet while your man is blowing you mind is for the birds. I can’t wait until we’re in our house.”

“Mmm,” he agreed. “Almost makes me want to elope.”

“Don’t tempt me,” she moaned. “I love my girls, and the Commons is awesome; but I love being with my man more.”

“Would you like a washcloth?” he asked.

“No, but we probably do need to change the sheets — if we’re going to sleep, that is.”

Andy kissed her, and they held one another a bit longer.

“Thank you for making a liar out of me,” she giggled.

“Why do you say that?”

“I told you when we were downstairs that I thought I could go awhile without making love. You’ve blown my mind three times today. I’m just going to go ahead and say that I’m addicted,” she paused, and let out a long sigh. “Baby, next week is going to be awful.”

He kissed her head and sat up. “You’ll do great. Just remember: it’s a short walk from where the helicopter will land to the boathouse. Within 20 minutes of your arrival, I can promise you that you’ll be naked, and some part of me will be lovingly buried in you.”

She giggled, “Promise?”

“Yes ma’am,” he said as he rose from the bed.

Five minutes later, they were asleep in clean sheets.

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Andy’s internal clock woke him at 6 AM. He grimaced at this thought. He’d need to stay on top of that; getting up at 5 was the way he wanted to start his day. Still – he thought as he looked at the beautiful woman sleeping next to him — an extra hour with Sara was probably a better deal in the end. As he lay there thinking, he became aware of her looking at him.

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