Quaranteam - Hebridean Hame

This is a story set in CorruptingPower's Quaranteam Universe. I have been permitted to write in this setting.

Thanks to AgathonWrites, The_Licentious_Laureate, RonanJWilkerson, 2Charlie and BronanTheLibrarian for their editing and story input. Any remaining mistakes are mine.

Thanks as well as to the other QT authors who contributed to editing, made useful suggestions, and whose work I would recommend you check out:

BreakTheBar, AgathonWrites, BronanTheLibrarian, OtterlyMindblowing, SilverRyden, RonanJWilkerson, BirchesLoveBooks, The_Licentious_Laureate, DisquietCertitude, 32inch, Ranthoron, Percheron, EldritchMuppet and 2charlie.

This story, set in Scotland during the DuoHalo/COVID pandemic, is slower-burning than most of the other QT series. Check out my Patreon for a preview of the next chapter.

Constructive comments are always welcome!

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Quaranteam: Hebridean Hame, Chapter 8

Afternoon, Tuesday, 29th September 2020

Eilean Arthriagh, Inner Hebrides, Scotland

"You're not new, 'Rah. You're just home."

No sooner had Callum uttered those words than Sarah's lips were pressed passionately against his, her hands pulling him against her. Callum returned the kiss with the same passion, holding her close to him as their mouths moved against each other's.

This kiss bore no resemblance to those of the previous night. Before, they had been desperate and demanding; now, they were passionate but soft and breathy. Both were intent on demonstrating what they still felt towards the other. Their lips sought to explore a connection they had both been extremely aware of since Sarah had walked into the kitchen earlier that afternoon.

Sarah's hand on his chest had formed into a fist, gripping his T-shirt to keep him close while the fingers of her other hand entwined themselves in his hair. Callum's hands roamed slowly over her, one following the ridges of her spine while he kept her pressed against him, the other moving up over her hip, moving up her flank and onto the swell of her breast, made prominent by her chest pressing tightly against his.

The kiss continued, neither treating it as a race or conflict. Each sought closeness. It was a kiss that tried to mend a decade of absence and mistakes.

When they eventually broke apart, both almost panting for breath, with foreheads pressed together, Callum's hand sought Sarah's. His fingers entwined with hers as they continued to look into each other's eyes.

"This way," he softly whispered, turning and leading her to his room.

Callum guided her inside, carefully blocking the dogs from following. After a single moment of hesitation, he closed the door and engaged the lock he so rarely used.

"Expecting visitors?" Sarah asked from across the room.

Callum grinned as he checked to see if the lock was in place. "Well... Alison and Emma haven't seen you naked yet. Do you want me to leave it open?"

In response, she threw a pillow at him, hitting him on the back.

As he ducked slightly and turned towards her, she playfully stuck her tongue out at him.

Callum felt his heart miss a beat as he saw her sitting on the edge of his bed, facing him, wearing nothing but a genuine smile. Her long legs were stretched before her, crossed at her calves. Her hands were on the mattress behind her as she leaned back. Sitting like this, her chest was prominent, pushed front and centre by her posture. Her breasts sat naturally, her skin pale from too much time indoors, making her dark rose-coloured nipples stand out prominently. Her breasts had retained their teardrop shape as she had aged, not with the same pertness he remembered from their twenties, but still shapely and firm.

"You seem to be overdressed," she said quietly, lifting her chin slightly in a 'come here' gesture.

Now that they were in his bedroom, and it was clear what they both wanted, Callum felt a familiar awkward tension. He'd felt the same way when they were teenagers, the first time he knew he was about to kiss her. And on the single night they had together in their twenties before she had left on her travels when they had quickly - and a little drunkenly - stripped off their clothes, then stopped to check with each other that they were going ahead.

Those memories, and the recurrence of that feeling, made him smile as he crossed the bedroom to her, snatching the pillow up from where it had landed and throwing it back.

She batted away the pillow with another laugh.

"What are you smiling about?" Sarah asked as she quickly sat up to help him remove his clothing. Callum's fingers found her chin, and he tilted her head up before leaning down to kiss her.

As the kiss ended, he remained leaning over her. He then stepped out of his trousers and, somewhat clumsily, removed his socks by standing on his toes and pulling his foot upwards. This caused her to laugh lightly and grab his shoulders to help him balance.

"I was remembering." He said before finally managing to remove the remaining sock.

She lifted her mouth to his again, a softer kiss this time. "Remembering what?"

He pulled off his t-shirt, then lightly kissed her again. "How I felt before our first kiss. Before the first time I touched you in a decidedly 'no longer just a friend' way. Then, that night we first made love." He gently kissed the tip of her nose, causing a shiver to run down her spine and goosebumps to appear on her arms and thighs. "Seeing you sitting naked on my bed, I just had a similar feeling. Like I'm dreaming. Or like I should feel awkward at seeing you naked, but don't."

Sarah smiled and giggled at the shiver, then kissed him back. As she broke the kiss, she moved her mouth up his jawline before whispering in his ear, "I was just having the same feeling..."

"It's another day of firsts, then." He responded as he sank to the floor in front of her, gently pressing the inside of her knees so her legs slowly spread.

She gasped, defensively moving a hand between her legs to cover herself. "Cal, you don't have to..."

Callum pressed forward, kissing the wrist of the hand she was blocking his access with. He ran his fingertips down the inside of her thighs. She hadn't tried to close her legs or push him away, telling him that she could be convinced. He looked up at her, watching how she craned her head to see past her breasts, her face lined with concern but also nervous.

Quietly but firmly, he interrupted her attempt to dissuade him. "Sarah, you said you wanted me to make love to you, so let me do that. Let me worship you the way you deserve, the way I want to."

They held eye contact for a moment. Sarah looked nervous, while Callum smiled reassuringly. She gave a single, slow nod before tentatively removing her hand and allowing him access.

Callum began slowly, carefully kissing the inside of her thighs, making unhurried and gentle movements as he worked his way upwards and inwards. His lips and tongue then moved onto her hips, skirting around the area she had tried to protect. He kissed, licked and nibbled at her skin, moving from her hip towards the other, along the top of her pubic bone, staying above her mons while starting to stroke the outside of her thighs gently with his fingertips.

He took his time, being in no rush. He kept up the soft pressure and movement until she made her first little gasps, and he watched as one of her hands moved to caress her breasts.

Only then did he begin to let himself trail his mouth inwards, moving down the edge of her sparse pubic hair, nuzzling against the outside edge of her most intimate area. One of Sarah's hands cautiously went to the back of his head, which he took as a sign of encouragement. He continued to move his mouth against her, taking the utmost care, his tongue gently pressing and testing her reactions as he moved his mouth against and over her slit. He was surprised at how ready she already was, his tongue and mouth meeting her wetness, causing him to moan against her.

Before he had even reached her clit, her legs tightened against him, her hand pushing his head, and thus his mouth, against her. Her hips moved as she tried to gain more friction, more contact with his lips and tongue.

When he reached her clit, he could feel her shudder against him, and her other hand also went to the back of his head. He began to test what movements and pressure gave the best response, carefully mapping with his tongue where she was most sensitive, gauging how much pressure to apply, finding a rhythm and perfecting his tongue placement.

At the same time, his hands moved from Sarah's thighs. One slid up onto one of her breasts, giving first the flesh and then her nipple a firm squeeze as he took it in his hand, his fingers massaging her deeper tissue, pressing into the softness there to the firmer flesh beneath. His other hand moved over her stomach, coming to rest above her pubic bone, providing gentle pressure while he worked his lips and tongue against her. The thumb on this hand slid down, soon in a position where it was also applying gentle pressure on the very top of her slit.

Her breathing and moans became deeper and more frequent, mixed with whispers of his name. Her hips were soon unable to remain still as she squirmed harder against his mouth. Her hands were in his hair, her fingers seeking to wrap themselves in it as she greedily pressed his face down against her pussy. Callum let out a low sound again, a mix of a groan and a hum, while his mouth pressed against her clit. She felt the vibration and heard he was enjoying himself. Her writhing against him became frantic. The pressure she was exerting on him as she pushed him against herself while also moving her hips was almost painful.

Enjoying the feeling of control, taking pleasure in the knowledge that she wanted him to keep going and loving the erotic sensation of her slick clit and lips against his tongue, Callum decided to up the intensity. He slowly slid his hand down from where it had rested on her pubic bone, bringing it down over her hip before trailing his fingers lightly down over her thigh. From here, he slid first one, and then two, fingers against her slit, sliding them upwards over her flesh 'til they met his tongue working on her clit. His fingers provided a firmer surface for him to press her flesh against, providing additional pressure around her clit. Slowly, he slid those fingers downwards before pushing them over, but not into, the core of her excitement. He circled them softly around her entrance, teasing her by increasing the pressure and then lessening it.

In response, Sarah's moaning increased.

His fingertips, now wet from a mix of her excitement and his saliva, gently pressed. Suddenly, both fingers were inside her, past his first, then the second knuckle, feeling for the rough patch of skin on the inside wall of her vagina, under where his mouth was still working on her slit, his tongue keeping a regular pace on her clit.

The rhythm of which was soon matched by the soft stroking of his fingers inside her.

He knew he'd found the correct spot when Sarah went rigid.

Her fingers and nails pushed painfully onto his scalp as she ground his face down onto her. Unlike their last encounter, there was no scream of pleasure, just a loud gasp followed by a long, low, sighing moan. She seemed to spasm once, then twice, before pushing his head away from her pussy and awkwardly rolling onto her side, almost crossing her legs as she did so, shuddering gently.

Callum had rocked back away from her as she had pushed him off, ducking as she had lifted a leg over his head. He watched her as she lay on her side, shaking and shivering. Concerned, he rested a hand on her hip, causing another moan and shiver, as well as a half-hearted attempt to swat his arm away. Then came an annoyed but contented "Nooooo. Too sensitive."

Knowing she was okay, he rewarded himself with a grin, even as he stretched to retrieve his T-shirt and hurriedly wiped his face and hands on it.

Still wearing his boxers but rock hard within them, Callum sat on the edge of the bed beside where she lay, then leaned himself back on his side, mirroring Sarah's position and becoming the big spoon.

Putting an arm around her waist and kissing her bare shoulder resulted in another shudder from her and more goosebumps spreading down her arm. Sarah let out a low growl in response. "Fuck, but I'm sensitive right now, Cal. Just stay still, please."

Behind her, Callum grinned evilly, whispering a quiet "Okay." Before kissing the back of her shoulder again, this time at the base of her neck.

Sarah trembled and tried half-heartedly to elbow him in the ribs, causing Callum to laugh.

They stayed like that for a minute, Callum holding her but remaining still while Sarah tried not to move beyond breathing. Then he moved his mouth back to her shoulder, so that his lips barely touched her skin, and asked quietly, "So when do you think you might be ready for the next step? Because I would, really," He kissed her shoulder. "Really," he kissed her shoulder again. "Like to be inside you right now."

Sarah groaned, another quiver running through her as he saw a fresh pattern of goosebumps appear on her arm, replacing those that had faded. She turned her head slightly, not able to move it enough to see him, but enough that he could hear her more easily. "You are naughty. And you know I'll cum again just from you getting inside of me?" She asked, her voice low and husky.

Callum chuckled and shrugged slightly with his upper shoulder. "If it's an issue, I can wait. I'll leave you alone entirely if you want me to."

He could see Sarah close her eyes, a relaxed smile on her lips, as she pressed her head back against him. "I know you would," she whispered. "And knowing that makes me feel safer than I have for a very long time."

They both returned to stillness and silence as Callum watched the goosebumps on her flesh slowly disappear.

With another sigh and then a groan, Sarah pushed herself into a sitting position, causing Callum to move as well. "You'll need to help me up. I'm not sure my legs are working." She half-joked to him, offering him an arm.

Callum gave her a puzzled look. "Where are you going?".

Sarah giggled in response. "Well, if you insist on giving me multiple orgasms while I'm a jumbled bag of post-orgasmic nerves, I would rather have my head on a pillow." She gestured to the length of the bed, which they had been laid horizontally across, and specifically to the pillows at the top end of the bed, while she waved her arm in front of him. "Come on. Don't keep a lady waiting."

He helped her to her feet, standing up and laughing as she staggered a little, acting as if drunk. He caught her around her waist, pulling her close and kissing her while manoeuvring her back to the edge of his bed before pushing her lightly down onto the mattress. This time, she was laid in a position where her head was on the pillows.

They kissed, with him leaning down over her. After the kiss ended, she shuffled back, creating space and extending an arm toward him, inviting him to join her.

Callum took the opportunity to ditch his boxers, which he kicked off before he laid down, moving onto the mattress beside Sarah. They kissed again, causing her to shiver, both chuckling at her involuntary response.

"It's alright for you," She faux complained. "Wham bang, and you're done. My poor pussy reacts like I'm plugged into the mains afterwards."

He responded with an equally fake remorseful look and made an 'Awww' sound.

Unsurprisingly, she swatted at him again while laughing lightly. "You're an arse." She muttered playfully.

Callum laughed. But now, having leant back slightly to avoid the swat, he propped his head up with his hand, his elbow resting on the mattress so he could look down over Sarah.

For a moment, his face grew serious, demonstrating his sincerity. "We honestly don't have to do anything now. You know that?"

Sarah shook her head and rolled her eyes at him. "Same old you, constantly worrying about other people's motives. Willing to give up all this..." She waved a hand down her body. "because you worry I'm unable to make my own choice." She propped herself up slightly to kiss him, her other hand moving down to wrap around his erection gently. "I want this." She said, emphasising which 'this' she wanted with a slight squeeze of her hand and a grin. "I've wanted this since the moment I woke up. I've badly wanted this since then."

He returned the kiss, enjoying the feel of her touch. "There is one other thing," he said as the kiss came to a natural conclusion.

"What?" Sarah asked, her hand now stroking up and down his length.

"Well, last night..." He began.

Sarah blushed, her hand stopping its movement as she interrupted him. "I'm sorry about that, Callum, it's not how I'd wanted to..."

He shook his head in response, interrupting her in return. "That's not where I was going. Last night was confusing but amazing. Feel free to ride me like that again in the future."

She grinned in response but still looked concerned. "What is it then?"

Callum gave a small half-shrug as he continued. "Well, from what I understand, I need to be unprotected inside you for the whole vaccine transfer thing to work. Which prevents us from using the only contraception I have. Which are condoms."

"Ah." Was Sarah's response. "Well, I wasn't lying to you Cal. Even before what you just did to me, I was already as horny as fuck for you. The only thing I've had in my head since I woke up is getting another load of cum from you, you inside me." Her hand resumed its movement on his cock again as she spoke. "I can... return the favour if you'd like."

Callum sighed, bringing his hand up to stroke her cheek. He shook his head. "I've never been particularly keen on that. It never seems to work. I get too much in my head about it, I think. And it doesn't feel right for our... kinda first time."

Sarah giggled. "Yeah, but you've never had a blowjob from me... Pretty sure I could make 'it' work." She gave him a decidedly salacious grin and wink, squeezing and increasing the pace on his cock as she did so.

"Wow, that was cheesy," Callum replied, smirking and shaking his head at her. They both laughed and then kissed.

They broke from the kiss, though their mouths remained almost touching. Sarah's hand continued to massage him, causing a pleasant, though only teasing, sensation. His hand had slipped down onto her chest as they kissed, allowing him to press his palm against one of her hard nipples, resulting in a much gentler shiver than before.

"You could pull out." She whispered to him as she stroked his cock up and down, rubbing the head of it against her hip and thigh as she did so. Her whisper turned huskier as her hand sped up. "Fuck my pussy 'til you're close, then cum on me."

Callum let out a low growl at that suggestion, making his keenness known with a more demanding kiss, which included him gently catching Sarah's lower lip with his teeth.

While he couldn't see her grin, given how close they were, he could feel her expression change. She kissed him back in the same way before continuing, "You could cum all over my tits... then feed it to me."

In response, Callum shifted, leaning against her body and pushing her onto her back. He took Sarah's hand from his cock, raising it to the pillow above their heads as he moved first one knee, then the other, in the space between her legs. He kissed her hard again as he moved - before also pinning her other hand above her head with one of his.

Sarah grinned at him with a slight look of shock, enjoying this assertiveness.

The look caused Callum to falter. He suddenly remembered her reaction to such fast movements the previous night, as well as the bruises that had covered her. He paused, releasing her hand before looking down at her thoughtfully. "One other thing."