The Sweetest Taboo: An Unconventional Romance

by Harper Miller

  Rick fucked me like a man on a mission. He delivered sweet blow after torturous blow, and my pussy welcomed him home.

  “You feel so fucking good, Micah. So good,” he mumbled, glancing down to watch his dick move in and out of me. He grunted in my ear while squeezing my ass. “God, you’re so tight and so wet and fuck, Micah. Fuck, you feel incredible.”

  My breasts pressed against his muscled chest and my arms gripped him tightly around his neck, not ever wanting to let go. I never wanted this moment to end.

  “Rick, shit . . . that feels so good. Mmm please don’t stop.”

  “Always . . . I want this always. I’ve waited so long . . . feels so fucking amazing. Need just you, Micah, always.” His words were grunted out between deep, powerful thrusts.

  Nothing on earth could ever feel as good as I felt in this moment, but I wanted more.

  He continued his wicked assault.

  I was certain I’d be unable to walk properly tomorrow—hell, probably not for a few days—but I willingly accepted the consequences.

  He once again reached between our bodies and frantically rubbed my clit. “Cum for me, Micah. Come on, baby, let me hear you.”

  That was all the encouragement I needed. Between his request and the way his dick was hitting my G-spot, there was no ability to resist. I didn’t want to. Once the pad of his thumb made quick strokes across my clit, I felt myself unravel. “I’m coming. Oh God . . . I’m coming,” I screamed. And cum I did.

  My orgasm swept through me like a goddamn riptide, releasing so much sexual frustration. I orgasmed when we had oral sex, but this—this was different, so incredibly different. This was a connection of souls.

  What Rick and I had exceeded love. It was more than body parts fitting together, more than just another sex act. He literally and figuratively plugged into me.

  Rick picked up his pace. “Tell me you’re mine, Micah.”

  “Oh, God. Yes . . . yes, I’m yours, my pussy is yours.”

  His thrusts became more forceful. My back and ass bounced off the window as he moved inside me.

  “Almost there, sweetheart. Be mine. All mine. Can I cum inside, baby?”

  “Yes . . . you’ll be the first—the only,” I replied breathlessly.

  “It’s just you and me, Micah. Erasing our pasts, starting fresh, baby.”

  “You’re the only one to ever fill me up, Rick—mind, body, and soul.”

  He looked up from between our sweat-saturated bodies before kissing me with such intensity I thought he’d suck every last bit of oxygen from my lungs.

  He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back while slamming into me. “I love you, Micah. I love you, baby,” He said as his warm cum flooded my channel. He stopped moving but didn’t put me down, nor did he withdraw from me. Instead, he rubbed his forehead against mine, staring into my soul.

  It took few moments for our breathing to return to normal.

  “Shit, I’m sorry. Did I hurt you, sweetheart? I didn’t mean to be so aggressive. Are you okay?”

  I nodded and delivered a sly grin. “Yes. I’m okay, and no you didn’t hurt me. I’m sure I’ll feel it tomorrow. It was well worth it.”

  He laughed. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready for round two.”

  I smiled and ran my hands up and down his chest, savoring the feel of his pulsating heartbeat against my palm.

  “I love you, Rick,” I whispered, needing to say it again. I needed to know this wasn’t a dream.

  He peppered kisses all along my neck and jaw before saving the most tender ones for my lips.

  “No one has ever cum inside you before?” He asked as he slowly withdrew from me.

  “No, not ever,” I whispered, as his cum trickled down the inside of my thigh.

  “Thank you, Micah. I’m honored,” He replied, setting me down on the floor and leading me toward our bedroom.

  * * *

  I lay on my back as Rick moved in and out of my pussy at an excruciatingly slow pace. With our fingers intertwined, he buried himself deep inside me, with my legs firmly wrapped around his muscular ass, pulling him deeper.

  Tears streamed down my face and he kissed each one of them away, making me feel so very cherished.

  “I love you, Micah, more than anything in this world.” He slowly glided his tongue across my lips and I obediently parted them, allowing him to explore. He broke the kiss to look into my eyes. “Thank you for giving me all of you, baby.”

  My heart had never been so full. I had been in a series of relationships over the years, but I had uttered the words “I love you” to exactly two lovers: Brent and Rick. One was history, and I was making history with the other.

  I swore to myself that I would never let a man cum inside me unless he were my husband, but I broke that vow and would likely break it a few more times before the night ended. It was an act I’d been saving for marriage. I’m old-fashioned that way, but I didn’t regret letting it happen with Rick. Somehow, it felt right. Everything about being with him felt right. I’d been on the Pill for a few months, so there was no concern about me getting pregnant, but if that were to happen, I think Rick would be okay with it. We hadn’t spoken of children in great detail, but he knew that I had a strong desire to be a wife and mother someday, so what happened between us was indeed a very big deal.

  After my hesitancy to move in with him without a more permanent commitment, Rick had assured me that collaring and marriage were also his end goals.

  We never took things slow. Everything about our relationship was unconventional. It didn’t matter much to us when certain milestones should occur—we did what felt right for us. But I still worried.

  Up until an hour ago, I hadn’t known how deeply Rick cared about me. How serious had he been about marriage? He knew my feelings and said he wanted the same things, but how truthful was that? He loved me all this time and never told me.

  I was just as guilty, but I wasn’t the leader in this union. His hesitancy to share his feelings made me feel some kind of way, but I hoped that ultimately, what was happening tonight would change the scope of our relationship. He said it would, and I had to believe it was the truth.

  I ceased thinking of what would come next and focused on enjoying the here and now and the sounds of our bodies meeting and my moans mingling with his grunts. With each deep stroke, his balls slapped against my pussy. I was experiencing sensory overload, and it felt amazing.

  “Micah, fuck, your cum is all over me. One more time baby . . . I want to feel you cream all over my cock.”

  One more time? Rick had already brought me to climax five times, and I was utterly exhausted. He wore me out, but I loved every minute of it.

  Our coupling was the perfect illustration of a Dom/sub relationship. It was give and take, but when you fed off one another and an intense connection was established, it was some mighty powerful shit. Mighty powerful.

  “Uhh . . .” was all I was able to get out before Rick crushed my mouth and swallowed my cries. The intensity of my orgasm made me feel as if I were on the verge of blacking out. It was that damn good. A few moments later, he followed suit with his own orgasm.

  To be with my man, my love, my Master in this manner, was wonderful and well worth the wait.

  Rick was a phenomenal lover. I hadn’t had very many sexual partners, but he stood out from the rest. He was extremely attentive and cared about my pleasure before his own.

  After planting a slew of kisses along my breasts, He withdrew from me, rolled out of bed, and headed for the master bath. Silence followed, but words weren’t needed. I heard water running before he returned a short time later with a damp washcloth in hand. Kneeling on the bed, he spread my legs wide, softly wiping away the visible remains of our lovemaking from my body. Rick sat back on his haunches and my gaze landed on his muscular thighs. He smiled down at me before bending to deliver the most loving kiss.

  “Are you happy, Micah?”

  “Very. This feels right,” I
replied with a wide grin.

  “It feels right because we’re right together. All I ever want is to make you happy.”

  He did just that. My heart was full, and it was full of the purest love I had ever known.

  Aftercare

  her Master

  micah sat in the passenger seat of the rental car tinkering with the GPS on the dashboard as we pulled into her parents’ driveway. her parents resided in a quaint neighborhood. I found their Spanish-style two-story house charming. micah’s parents clearly had a love of gardening; the landscaping around the property was exquisite.

  We arrived in California two days before Christmas Eve. Was I nervous? Hell yes. This trip was more than just Me meeting micah’s relatives. I also wanted to get her parents’ blessing for her hand in marriage. I was ready to take our relationship to the next level.

  After Thanksgiving, micah and I were fucking like bunnies. I took her on damn near every surface in the condo. There were a few places left in the apartment that were untarnished, but I could say for certain that I would never look at our dining room table the same way. micah brought out My animalistic tendencies. All it took was a certain gesture, a certain outfit, or her uttering certain phrases for Me to bend her over a surface and fuck her silly. Oftentimes, the most mundane shit would set Me off, like preparing My dinner, folding the laundry, disinfecting the playroom, or on her hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor—I couldn’t keep My hands off her.

  As an early Christmas gift to Me, My pretty girl pierced her nipples. I can’t express how goddamn ecstatic I was when she unveiled them. Our contract stated that no body modifications would be made without prior permission, but micah knew nipple piercings would be something I’d enjoy. I was like a kid in a candy store. Nipple play would become increasingly more satisfying for us both once they healed. It would take a few months, but I could be gentle until then.

  I shut off the engine and turned to micah as she continued to tinker with the GPS. My hand covered hers in a soothing gesture. I could tell she was nervous, although I wasn’t sure why.

  “Now, something is clearly bothering you, micah. you’ve been fiddling with that damn GPS for the past ten minutes. Care to tell Me what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

  “i’m nervous, Master,” she replied.

  “I can see that. Dare I ask what about?”

  micah released a light sigh before responding, “Most of my family—not just my immediate family—will be here, and they’re going to rake You through the coals.”

  I found her concern for My well-being endearing. “I’m a big boy, micah. I think I can take some ribbing and light intimidation tactics. I’m pretty secure in what we have and what I offer you. No one can question that.”

  “my dad will certainly question it, Sir. And Darren? He has two daughters he watches like a hawk, and they’re only five and eight. my brother is a bit ridiculous with the overprotectiveness.”

  I removed My hand from micah’s and laughed. she was genuinely concerned with how I’d fare with her family. From the pictures I had seen, her brother was built like a linebacker and could probably kick My ass to Texas and back, but I’d sure as hell give him a run for his money. I certainly was no slouch, and My intentions with micah were more than sincere. Hell, I wanted to make her My wife. It didn’t get more sincere than that.

  After many secret rendezvous with jewelers, I picked out a stunning, vintage-style, four-carat princess-cut ring with a platinum band. As soon as I saw the ring, it screamed micah. It was powerful, delicate, and made a statement, just like My pretty girl.

  Presently, it sat in the trunk of our rental, hidden inside the backpack I used as a carry-on.

  “micah, don’t you think you may be overreacting?”

  she laughed as if I had made the most absurd statement. “Sir, with all due respect, don’t say i didn’t warn You.”

  I quirked My brow. Really? Hmm . . . this was going to be interesting. As we exited the car, a statuesque dark-skinned woman opened the front door and headed down the driveway to greet us. I could see where micah got her figure and impeccable skin. her mother was the personification of a “brick house.” She had curves for days, and if genetics were any indicator, My pretty girl would look like that in about twenty years. I displayed a wide grin that rivaled the Cheshire Cat’s just thinking about it. Oh, the future was looking very bright.

  The woman whom I’d guessed was micah’s mom ran toward her with her arms outstretched. “My baby!” she squealed, squeezing My pretty girl mightily.

  They hugged for what seemed like an eternity. When micah broke free of her mother’s embrace, her face was streaked with tears. micah mentioned that she was a mama’s girl. she had a very intense relationship with her mother; being so far away from her had occasionally taken its toll. I was pleased that she’d be able to spend Christmastime surrounded by people who loved her dearly, just as I did.

  her father soon joined them for a group hug. I leaned awkwardly against the car, waiting for acknowledgement. I knew My pretty girl hadn’t forgotten her manners, she was simply caught up in emotion. I let her deviation from protocol slide.

  It finally dawned on her that I was standing next to the car waiting for an introduction.

  “Oh my gosh! i’m so incredibly sorry. Where are my manners?” she said, wiping away her lingering tears. she removed herself from her parents’ embrace to walk over to the car and grab My hand.

  “Mama, Daddy, this is my Boyfriend, Rick. Rick, these are my parents, Pamela and Monroe Foster.”

  I extended My free hand out to her father first. He was shorter than I imagined. I estimated him to be about five-foot-nine. He was stocky and reminded Me of a shorter version of Carl Weathers.

  “Mr. and Mrs. Foster, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

  her father harrumphed as he shook My hand. “Hmm, so you’re the latest one that’s got my daughter shacking up with you?”

  “Daddy!” micah squealed.

  “It’s okay, micah. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Foster. I can understand your wariness regarding your daughter living with Me, but I assure you, micah is well taken care of.”

  “It’s not her being taken care of that concerns me. Micah can take care of herself. It’s what . . .”

  “Daddy, can we please make it out of the driveway before you start the interrogation?” micah responded with a pleading look in her eyes.

  Well shit, I guess micah’s warning had meaning after all.

  “Don’t mind my husband. Hi, Rick, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” her mother said, extending her hand in My direction. “Micah has told us a lot about you. Please call me Pamela.”

  I shook her hand vigorously. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Pamela. I can see where micah gets her attractiveness.”

  Her father shot daggers at Me while her mother smiled when I laid on the charm. It wasn’t as if I were lying. micah’s mother was quite lovely.

  “Can we help you with your things?”

  “No, it’s okay. We were thinking of checking into the Westin for the next few days. We wanted to stop off here first to spend some quality time with you both,” I replied.

  “You’ll do no such thing. We have plenty of guest rooms. Monroe, would you help Rick with their bags while I show Micah the improvements we’ve made to the guest rooms?”

  “Sure, sweetie,” her father said before giving Me what I could only decipher as the evil eye. I was supposed to win this guy over and ask for his blessing to marry his daughter? I had My work cut out for Me.

  * * *

  micah and I were settling into our seats in first class, on a red eye flight back to New York City after having spent a week in California. It was the day before New Year’s Eve and we were excited to head back home to celebrate the holiday. I was going to miss the San Diego sunshine for sure. Warm weather was always a welcome change in December. My plan was to propose to micah as the clock struck midnight the following day. Hopefully, I’d make it back
to New York in one piece. micah currently held a death grip on My left hand as she snuggled against My shoulder. Flying made My pretty girl anxious.

  I comforted her as our fellow passengers made their way to their seats, although it didn’t matter much since she still held a tight grip on My hand. “Hey, we’ll be home before you know it, sweetheart. If you sleep the entire trip, we’ll be landing in New York by the time you wake up.”

  “i know. i just get a little uptight, Sir. Obviously, i understand how gravity works, but six hours in the air? It freaks me out. i’ve flown quite a bit for work and i should be used to it by now, but it never gets much easier.”

  I unlinked My hand from micah’s to pull the blanket over our bodies. she tucked her legs beneath her bottom and returned to her snuggling position against My arm.

  “you’re going to sleep now?” I inquired.

  “Yes, Master. Unless of course You need me for something,” she replied, awaiting a response.

  “No, micah. Get your rest.”

  I put My arm around her and stroked her hair as she began to drift off. We were about to take off and it was a struggle to keep My eyes open. I would soon follow micah into slumber.

  On our last day in San Diego, I had told micah I’d stick around to chat with her family while she and her sister-in-law took the kids out for ice cream. During the latter part of our trip, her father had somewhat warmed up to Me. He was less hostile after Christmas. Maybe Santa Claus had something to do with it, but I assumed it had more to do with seeing micah and I interacting. After dinner on Christmas evening, her father and I played game of one-on-one in her parent’s backyard. Nothing brings men together like a game of basketball. Just before sleep completely claimed Me, a slight smirk crossed My lips as I thought back on the most nerve-wracking moment of My life.

  micah’s father, Monroe, took a seat next to his wife, Pamela, on the couch. Their son, Darren, sat to her left.

  “So you wanted to talk to us, Rick?” Monroe inquired.