Helping Sarah

Chapter 33

Michael

Isn't it funny how something new; a feeling, a habit, a practice, can, in just a few days, become so normal that you feel like it's been a part of your life forever?

Even though I had only woken to Sarah in my bed once before, she had spent the past three nights with me here, and there wasn't even a hint at surprise in me when I opened my eyes and saw the beautiful woman on the pillow beside me.

She was smiling in her sleep. A smile of contentment and happiness that only made her even more beautiful than she already was. That I had planted that smile on her lips made me want to cheer, but I didn't want to disturb her yet.

It was Monday morning and I had been awake since the first hint of daylight had crept under the curtains, but instead of kissing Sarah awake – as had been my first inclination – I had spent the time just looking at the woman in my bed.

I know, it's slightly creepy, buy I couldn't help myself. Even after having spent practically every minute of the weekend together, I still couldn't stop looking at her.

Sarah's expression when she came with a scream, the way her cheeks flushed and her eyes darkened to almost black, was by now branded into my mind several times over and was by far the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Though this, Sarah in peaceful repose, was a close second.

She was lying on her side beside me, an arm over my chest and a leg curled over mine, her head on the pillow by my shoulder, each of her soft breaths fanning over my jaw, as if to hold me close and make sure I didn't disappear while she slept.

Not a chance.

I wasn't sure I could move much anyway. A whole weekend of loving Sarah had its effects. The thought of loving Sarah again had an instant effect on my cock, and I had to shift my gaze to the ceiling and tell it to calm down until we knew the chances of Sarah staying in my bed long enough for its services to be needed.

She had spent every night since Friday here, but only the first one past sunrise. And lunch. We hadn't returned to Helen and Benji's house for Charlie until well into Saturday afternoon. But yesterday morning she had insisted on sneaking out of my bed and into hers and Charlie's so he wouldn't wake alone in what was still a strange room.

Though my cock had been quite sad to see her perfect arse disappear out of the door, I hadn't opposed her stance because Charlie came first. Always.

We had spent the rest of Saturday and all of Sunday with Charlie, exactly like a normal family would, and it had been amazing. In the evenings when Charlie had been put to bed we had talked and watched TV and laughed. Until one of us, or both of us, had looked at the other with such a gaze that the rest of the evening, and night, had been spent here in my bedroom.

I had absolutely no complaints about the weekend.

The hand on my chest slowly slid upwards, the tips of the fingers grazing a nipple, and I looked down to see Sarah's eyes flutter open.

"Are you awake?" I whispered carefully. Hopefully.

She shifted enough to look up at me, coffee brown eyes meeting mine, and her smile grew. "Yes."

"Good." The word came out mumbled between our lips as I moved to my side, over Sarah, and my hand slid up the soft curves of her side to right beneath one perfect breast.

There was no hesitation, no pause, as she kissed me back and her hands moved up my back to my neck, into my hair, and held me to her. There were many things about being with Sarah I loved, but this part, waking up together all warm and already naked, already ready, was by far one of my favourites.