Under His Care

by Jamie Knight

  "You must be feeling better. I've been watching you work nonstop," he says.

  I laugh and smile at him.

  "Would you like something to eat?" I ask him.

  "Sure, whatever you have,” he says before turning back to his computer.

  I decide to make leftover soup, along with sandwiches. I don’t want the soup to go to waste. I even make a small salad for us to share. He pushes his computer aside once I set the food on the table.

  "This looks delicious!" he says.

  I smile proudly.

  "Thanks!" I say happily as I sit beside him.

  We eat in silence for a few minutes, then smile at each other. This whole morning has felt so natural, as if us being together like this was meant to be.

  "I'm happy that you liked that game yesterday. Did you want to play some more?" I ask him as we finish eating.

  He shakes his head. "Actually, I just want to watch a movie and spend time with you,” he says with a little smile.

  I stop eating for a minute. That answer is so sweet and unexpected. I lean over and kiss his lips softly. We both look at each other in surprise, then go back to eating.

  Once we are done, I clean up our dishes. He waits at the table for me, then we walk to the living room together. We sit on the couch. I grab the remote.

  "What should we watch?" I ask.

  He shrugs. We flip through the channels and find a romantic comedy.

  "Oh, this is a good one,” he says.

  I look at him in surprise.

  "You've seen this movie?" I ask him in shock.

  He looks at me and shrugs again.

  "I believe in love. I like love stories."

  I smile at him. He wraps an arm around my shoulders. I cuddle into his side as we watch the movie.

  We are about halfway through the movie when he starts to run his hand on my shoulder subconsciously. The gesture feels so good that I'm having a hard time concentrating on the movie. I keep stealing glances at him every few seconds.

  "Is everything ok?" he asks when he notices me looking at him.

  I nod and force myself to look back at the TV. A few minutes later, the two main characters in the movie are engaged in a moment of passionate love making.

  We both look at each other and giggle nervously. We smile at each other and pause. Hesitantly, he leans forward. I lean forward and our lips meet in a tender kiss. Things escalate quickly between us.

  The kiss becomes harder, more passionate. His hand cups my breast, while the other reaches around my waist to pull me to him. My arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer to me. We spend a few more minutes kissing, then pull away, gasping for air.

  "Before things go any further, I should tell you I'm a virgin," I say, slightly out of breath.

  He looks at me silently for a few seconds. We are on each other again. I lie back on the couch, pulling him on top of me. I moan as he kisses me, his lips moving quickly down my neck. My fingers twist in his hair, and he groans with delight.

  He kisses my mouth again, his hands quickly undoing the buttons on my pants. He pulls them off and throws them across the room. I lay there in my blouse and panties. I unbutton his pants; he takes them off, followed by his shirt. I can’t get enough of his naked body.

  "I promise to be gentle,” he whispers when he's back on top of me.

  I'm already wet for him.

  "I don't know if I want that," I say.

  He looks at me in surprise.

  "Just go gently the first time."

  He nods and pulls my panties off.

  He feels that they are wet already and kisses me again. I wrap my arms around him. I'm not nervous or scared; I'm so attracted to him and turned on by him. I want him so bad. He eases his cock gently inside me. He thrusts slowly the first few times. It feels so incredible. He’s so hard inside of me. I moan loudly. I've never experienced anything like this. "More!" He thrusts faster and faster. I spread my legs wider and hold him close.

  I don't want to let him go; it's like I can't get enough. He kisses me, a deep, passionate French kiss that leaves me feeling even more hot. I can't get enough of that. He knows this and goes as deep as he can without hurting me.

  "Oh, yes!" I scream out.

  This is a thousand times better than anything I could have ever imagined. I don't want it to end, and neither does he. Each time I am about to cum, I force it back. I love having him inside of me. I could get used to having him daily.

  He kisses me again, and I lose control of myself. I can't hold it back anymore. I grip him tightly as I orgasm, my body going limp and loose. He holds tightly to me, thrusting faster and faster until he also cums. I think it's so sweet that he wanted to do it that way. Afterwards, he lays me on the couch.

  I can feel him behind me, stroking my hair gently and kissing my face tenderly. I stare at the TV with a happy smile on my face. Neither one of us had been paying attention to the fact that the movie had ended.

  When I finally have enough strength, I turn over to face him.

  "That was incredible," I say happily.

  He smiles. "I'm glad,” he says.

  We stare into each other's eyes for a few minutes before I lean up and kiss him playfully. He kisses back. We play like this for a few seconds. I can feel myself getting turned on again. I squirm a little on the couch. He laughs and reaches a hand between my legs, starting to finger me.

  I stare into his eyes as I grow wet at his touch. This feels so good and so exciting. I start to squirm and grind on his hand. His fingers thrust inside of me quickly, far better than any vibrator. I wrap my arms around him and kiss him as he fingers me.

  He gently brushes my clit, and it's like all my nerves explode. I moan loudly.

  "That's my girl,” he says playfully.

  He thrusts his fingers faster inside of me until I cum again. I relax into the couch. He holds me and kisses me.

  "I wasn't expecting you to be this insatiable,” he says teasingly. I laugh at him.

  I say nothing as I get up from the couch, taking him by the hand. He looks at me, confused. I lead him into the bathroom and start the shower. After stripping off the rest of our clothes, I pull him in with me.

  The warm water is already creating steam. It feels so good, I stand under it for a few minutes. I flip my wet hair over my shoulder and turn to face him. He still looks confused. I sink to my knees in front of him, the water in the shower raining down on us.

  He looks at me in surprise as I take his cock in my hand and stoke it gently. Slowly, I feel it harden in my hand. His eyes widen as I put it in my mouth, slowly sliding it back and forth, as deep as I can go. I can hear his sharp intake of breath. Our eyes remain locked. I go slowly until he can bear it no more.

  "Faster,” he says through gritted teeth.

  I slide him in my mouth, faster and faster, until I can feel his cum, warm inside of me. I look at him and swallow. He stares at me, open-mouthed.

  I stand up and look at him. Now, I'm embarrassed.

  "Sorry. It was just the heat of the moment, and I wanted to try it,” I say.

  He grabs me and hugs me tightly.

  Afterwards, we take turns washing each other and relaxing under the water. When we are done in the shower, I dress in my comfy sweats. I offer him my robe, and he compliments me on how soft it is.

  Afterwards, we listen to music together. I clean up the living room again, and then challenge him to another video game, which happily agrees to. After playing for a while, I start distracting him with kisses.

  He laughs and pins me to the couch, climbing on top of me and sliding into me again. I wrap my legs around him. I don't think I'll ever get tired of doing this. I feel myself losing control and I cum again. He kisses me gently before sliding out of me.

  "But, what about you?" I ask.

  He shakes his head.

  "I just want to take care of you,” he replies.

  My heart melts. I wrap my arms around him and hug him tight. After a few minutes, I
let him go, and we resume playing video games. This is the best night I have ever had. I tell him that, and we both smile happily at each other.

  "Me too,” he says.

  We both fall asleep, cuddling on the couch. I wake in the middle of the night and watch him. I can't believe how lucky I am, that I actually ended up with him. I kiss his lips, and he moans in his sleep.

  I give him a little smile before scooting as close as I can to him and going back to sleep. I never imagined that anyone could make me feel this happy. I'm so lucky, probably the luckiest woman in the world. At least, I feel like I am. I know I'm probably smiling in my sleep.

  Epilogue

  Chris

  Six Months Later

  This has been a crazy six months. The most enjoyable part was Stacey and I being able to date all throughout the summer and fall. We were happy and delighted when the pandemic restriction eased up, and we both received an email that the schools would be opening again.

  Stacey hugged me when she read that, saying, "I can't wait to see the kids again."

  I smiled and replied, "Me too."

  I genuinely meant it. I really enjoy my job.

  A few days later, Stacey is sitting at the kitchen table, looking through housing listings online. We made the decision to buy a house at the beginning of the year. It's getting kind of cramped, living in her apartment. I have already gotten rid of my place.

  I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her. I gently kiss the top of her head. She looks up at me and smiles.

  "I have something to tell you," I say.

  "Ok,” she says, turning away from her computer to face me.

  I sit in the chair next to her.

  "Remember how I said that you wouldn't be my TA anymore, and that you would be getting a promotion?" I ask.

  She thinks for a minute, then nods.

  "Well, I spoke to the school district…”

  I pull out an email that I had printed it out. She looks at me, confused.

  "Read it out loud.”

  She takes the paper from me.

  "’We are pleased to inform you that history will be taught jointly by our exceptional teachers, Mr. Chris Winston and Ms. Stacey Mikhailov, at the start of the school year.’"

  She cries out happily, leaning forward to hug me tightly. I hug her back. "Oh, thank you! This is the best news ever!”

  I smile. "I'm glad. You more than deserved this,” I say.

  She lets go of me and looks at the paper once more. I smile as I watch her; she looks so beautiful and adorable right now. I decide to take things further and do something extra special.

  "Excuse me, Miss Stacey?" I ask.

  She looks up at me, puzzled.

  "What are you doing?" she asks.

  "I was wondering if I could take you on that coffee date, since the coffee shop near here is open now?" I ask.

  It takes her a few seconds to get it. She giggles and blushes before going along with it.

  "Well, I need to get ready. How about I meet you at the front door in 30 minutes?" she asks.

  "Sounds like a plan," I say with a wink.

  She kisses me before running off to get ready.

  I smile and clean up the room before going to the bathroom to freshen up. Afterwards, I sit on the couch to wait.

  Thirty minutes later, she walks to the front door. She smells clean and fresh. She's dressed for the warm weather in a cute sundress and sandals. She grabs her purse and keys.

  "Miss Stacey, you look lovely," I say as I open the door for her.

  "Thank you, Mr. Winston. You look very handsome today," she says as we walk outside.

  She reaches for my hand as we walk. It's a nice day outside, so we walk all the way to the coffee shop. I open the door for her and pull out her chair.

  "Such a gentleman," she says.

  "Well, this is a first date," I say as I go to get our coffees.

  Afterwards, I sit across from her. We sip our coffees and look out the window. She sighs happily.

  "I couldn't picture today being any better," she says.

  "I agree. Except, there is one thing I want to do differently about this first date," I say.

  "What's that?" she asks curiously.

  "I want to take you home right away to hit that. Now that I think about it, I wish I had done that then, too," I say, smiling.

  She laughs and sips her coffee. "You know, it’s funny," she says after a moment.

  "What is?" I ask her.

  "Well, the way we met and started our relationship was very unusual, but I don't regret it," she says.

  I look at her in surprise.

  "In fact, I love it, and I wouldn't change a thing about it."

  She goes back to drinking her coffee.

  "I'm really happy to hear you say that," I say, getting up from the table. She watches me curiously, and her eyes widen with shock as I get down on one knee in front of her.

  “Ms. Stacey Mikhailov?" I ask her.

  "Yes, Mr. Chris Winston?" she says, her voice quivering with emotion.

  "These past six months have been the best of my life. The only thing that could make them better is if you agreed to be my wife.” I pull a box from my pocket and open it.

  "Oh, Chris, yes!"

  I put the ring on her finger. She rushes to wrap her arms around me. We hug each other tight and kiss. People around us in the coffee shop clap. I let Stacey go and she brushes away her tears.

  "Let's go,” she whispers softly.

  "But, what about our coffees?" I ask.

  "Just leave it,” she says.

  She grabs me by the hand and pulls me out the door. We hurry down the sidewalk and back to her apartment. She grabs the keys and opens the door.

  As soon as we are inside, her lips are on mine. I close the door. We walk backwards down the hall to the bedroom, pulling off our clothes as we go.

  “I can’t wait to be Mrs. Winston,” she says. “And not just because I can finally ditch my long and cumbersome last name.”

  “I heard it’s a mouthful,” I tell her. “And I still remember when I gave you mouthful of something in the shower.”

  “Oh, my God, you heard me say that?” she gasps. “And you took it that way, too? I was hoping you weren’t paying attention!”

  “Of course I did,” I tell her. “And I saw you blush. I was just pretending not to pay attention because I didn’t want it to be obvious how much I wanted you. It wasn’t very professional of us.”

  “It certainly wasn’t,” she laughs. “But it all worked out in the end.”

  “It sure did.”

  She lies naked on the bed and I enjoy staring at her curvy body. I climb on top of her without hesitation. I love that she has such a voracious sexual appetite.

  I'm already inside of her. Her arms are up over her head. I love that because it pushes her breasts out even more. I take one in my hand and squeeze it, and I take the other one’s nipple into my mouth and suck on it.

  “Mmmm,” she moans, arching her back. “That feels so good.”

  I bite it just a little bit, and she doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, her pussy gets even wetter. I thrust harder and rougher. I'm so turned on because she's so into it.

  I flash back again to when she gave me the blowjob in the shower. That was shocking. I'm even more turned on. I continue to suck her nipples and bite them a bit and make her moan. I love that I am her one and only.

  Her body was taken by me and belongs to me.

  When I see my big, hard cock pushing in and out of her little, wet, pussy hole, stretching it to the max, I’m in Heaven. I twist one of her nipples in my hand while sucking on the other one.

  “Yes, Chris, yes!” she shouts out. “That feels so good. I’m cumming.”

  “Fuck yeah,” I tell her. “Cum on my dick while it’s inside your pussy.”

  “You’re stuffing me so full,” she moans, throwing her head back and moaning in ecstasy. “You fill me up to the brim and it feels so good.”<
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  “Yeah, I pound that little pussy hard and cram it full, because it belongs to me,” I tell her.

  “Yes,” she says. “Yes, it does.”

  I fuck her harder and harder until I cum in her, crying out her name. I start to hope I put a baby in her; I’d love for us to be parents together.

  We lay there in each other's arms. Both of us are unable to move or speak.

  "That was intense,” she says finally.

  I'm worried that I was too rough, but when I look at her, she's smiling. I truly feel like this woman is my other half.

  I wrap my arms around her and say, “I love you so much.”

  “I love you, my fiancé,” she says happily. “Thanks for always taking care of me.”

  “Of course, my love. Any time. That’s part of my job, you know.”

  We lie there, kissing until we fall asleep.

  THE END

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