Part 383
Exhaustion overtook Sarah and Howie the second their heads hit the pillows. Now, as the sun ascended into the early morning sky, Sarah’s fears crept into her dreams.
Still asleep, she began to struggle against an invisible foe begging and pleading, "No, stop…PLEASE…god, stop, please!"
Sarah’s movement and cries woke Howie immediately and he moved quickly to try to take her in his arms. Her body tensed and he became her foe.
"Sarah, stop! It’s me, Angel," cajoled Howie knowing he had to wake her for her to realize she was safe.
Waking and realizing where she was, Sarah stopped fighting and Howie pulled her tight against his body as she sobbed, "Oh, god, ‘D’! Hold me!"
"I’ve got you, Angel," he answered stroking her hair. "It’s okay. I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere."
"When does it end, Howie?"
"When does what end?"
"The nightmares…Russell…All I want is to be happy."
"It’s over, Angel. All it takes is for you to let go and let me make you happy."
Sarah rolled over to look into Howie’s eyes. He put his hand on the side of her face and with his thumb, caressed her cheek wiping away the tears.
"That day you walked into my office and met Russell, did you ever imagine your life would lead you here?"
"I hoped it would," smiled Howie.
Sarah looked surprised. "With everything that’s happened? Last summer and fall, Russell, AJ, the planes, and now David?"
"Well, not that but all the other stuff, sure. Take away all that and look at what we do have."
"What do we have, ‘D’?" asked Sarah in a small voice.
"We’ve got so much, Angel," smiled Howie. "A love that can stand up to any test…"
"God knows we’ve tested it enough."
Ignoring her comment, Howie went on, "We’ve got an awesome group of friends who are always there no matter what. We’re doing what we love, living out our dreams of performing. There’s Jesse," Howie moved his hand to her stomach, "and these guys. All that more than makes up for the setbacks we’ve had."
"You’re so good to me."
"It’s because I love you, Angel. I love you with all my heart and I’ll do anything to see you smile."
"Anything?" grinned Sarah.
Howie laughed, "I have the feeling I’m gonna regret this, but yes, anything."
"Make love to me. Make me yours again."
Howie shook his head, "Not this time, Angel. I don’t need to make you mine, you always will be my girl…the angel of my dreams.."
"Please. I need you to make love to me," pouted Sarah.
"Angel, Dr. Morgan said to give it a couple days…."
"We made love after Alex raped me."
"And we need to find out about David."
"So use a condom," whispered Sarah. Seductively, she ran her hand down his chest to grasp his cock through his boxers. "You want it too, D…I can tell."
Howie closed his eyes and groaned, "God, yes! I love the feel of your body next to mine."
Sarah reached into his boxers as she trailed kisses down his neck and whispered against his skin, "Then make love to me."
Enjoying the feel of Sarah’s hand on his cock, he fought the urge to give in. "Sarah, I want to, more than you know."
"Oh, I think I know," she purred as she spread the first creamy drops of pre-cum over the head of his cock with her thumb.
With all the will power he could muster, Howie took her hand away. "I don’t have any condoms."
Not wanting to give this up, Sarah said, "Okay, so there are other things we can do. Howie, I need to feel you touch me."
Howie rolled Sarah onto her back and moved to lie beside her. Leaning in, he touched his lips to hers, slipping his tongue between hers. Their tongues caressed one another as he slowly moved his hand to her waist. Timidly, as if it were the first time he’d ever touched her, he slid his hand under her nightshirt, reverently touching the tightening skin of her stomach. Carefully he moved up to her breasts cupping one in his hand.
Sarah winced in pain and Howie stopped, "Angel, are you okay?"
"It’s tender, where…"
Howie moved to help Sarah take her shirt off then lay back down. He tenderly touched the bruises as his tears began to fall picturing what had happened yesterday. Suddenly, the image of another man with his wife was too much and Howie rushed to the bathroom where Sarah heard him getting sick.
Pulling her shirt back on, Sarah went to check on him and found him rinsing his face with cold water.
"’D’?" she asked as she handed him a towel.
"I’m okay, Angel. Why don’t you go back to bed? I’ll wake you when it’s time for breakfast."
"Aren’t you coming back too?"
Howie shook his head, "No, not this time."
"Howie?"
Seeing the fear in her eyes, he brushed her hair back out of her face, "It’s not what you think, ‘Angel’. Jesse will be up soon and I want you to get some rest."
Sarah wasn’t convinced but before she could protest, Howie put his arms around her pressing his renewed erection against her.
"I had lost it but hearing your voice, you’ve done this to me. You are the most desirable woman and that will NEVER change. Now, take your sexy, pregnant butt back to bed. I’m gonna take a shower and go out to entertain Jesse."
Leaning her forehead against his lips, Sarah put her hands on his chest playing with his crucifix. "Howie, I’m scared."
"Of what, Angel?"
"I thought that by talking about this, putting an end to the rumors, doing something to prevent others from going through the same thing would stop it, that the dreams wouldn’t come back."
"They will stop, Sarah, but it’s gonna take time. Tyler told you that and you know from experience. Don’t give up, Angel. I’m right here to help you and we’ll get through this together."
"You keep saying that, Howie, but it keeps coming back."
"That’s not true. We’ve gotten through every crisis. You’re tired, Angel. Please, go back to bed. Breakfast isn’t for another couple of hours and I have a surprise for you."
"Howie, promise me something?"
"The moon and the stars, Angel."
"You’ll tell me when you stop loving me the way you do now?"
"That’ll be everyday, Angel, because every day, I find a new way to love you and a new reason."
Sarah’s tears started again. "You always do this to me."
Howie laughed softly. "Go to bed, Angel."
"Yes, dear," said Sarah with mock sarcasm. Kissing him quickly, she made her way back to their bed.
With a tender smile on his face praying that she was going to be okay, Howie started his shower, stripped off his boxers, and stepped into the stream of water. He leaned his head back letting the water run across his body. The cool water was a welcome relief to his wanton body.
As he thought about the woman he cherished, he became increasingly hard and found himself needing relief. Grasping his swollen cock, he closed his eyes to picture Sarah. She was there in his mind’s eye, her hair hanging on her shoulders, a smile that lit her eyes, and her tan, pregnant body covered only by a sheet. She was so clear to him, as if she were actually standing there with him in the shower and in a matter of minutes, he felt the familiar tensing of his legs and then the feeling of sweet release. He sighed knowing the only way it would have been any better was if she had been there too.