by Boone, Azure
Her brows furrowed more with sweet agony and her breaths strained with little whimpers. “Yes.”
He leaned in and whispered his lips over hers. “Next week, leave your panty and bra off.” He placed one small kiss at the edge of her mouth, fighting not to devour her. “I’m done.”
He left her without a glance.
****
Sarah lay in her bed feeling lost. Utterly lost. And yet the peace in her body was absurd. She fought to be ashamed but the feelings refused to come. How badly she wanted him to touch her. At first she worried, like what if it was just hormones doing all this? But it was much more than that, it was him. Him needing. He didn’t say it with words, but he’d shown her with actions. He was still giving her a chance to demonstrate how he could be whole. He also trusted her enough to even open up, reveal his deep pain and hunger. After hearing the horrors he’d divulged to her, it was done. She couldn’t deny him. Sick as it seemed, dumb as it sounded, this is what she had to do for him. Was meant to do. Even though she technically wasn’t his therapist, she couldn’t help but be who she was. A therapist.
Seven days later, her door-bell rang and she hurried to open it. As before, he walked in, went to the back porch and sat in his spot. Sarah locked the door and went sit down. Part of her was grateful to not have to hear the horrors he so easily and brutally clawed upon her brain and heart. There would come a day for such confessions, but now, the man was in dire need of love and she was in dire need to be the one to give it.
He stared at her, his jaw working, those mysterious green eyes sparkling in the dark. They lowered to her chest for several seconds, and she hoped he saw she was braless. She hoped her arousal showed and he knew how she felt. “Go to your room.”
Desire hit and made everything throb and tingle between her legs. She hesitated a second before hurrying to do as he said. She sat on the bed, gripping the covers, waiting. He came in and shut the door. “Come here.”
She did, ready to do what he wanted.
“Closer.”
She moved until she was exactly before him.
“Closer.”
Her pulse raced loudly in her ear as she pressed her body into his.
He kept his hands at his sides. “Hold on to my waist. And rub your hard nipples on me.”
She gasped and put her trembling hands on his waist, then began sliding her breasts against his lower chest. He was warm and smelled delicious. A hard heat licked between her legs, making her stifle a moan.
“Does it feel good Sarah?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
She felt him undoing his pants. “Put your hand on my cock.”
She clenched her eyes shut and he took her hand and guided it. He gasped as she touched the silky firm skin of the top, wet with his own desire. She let her fingers dip along the rim, curious and excited to finally feel him. Hunger for more emboldened her touch and she swirled her fingers all over it.
He let out a deep groan then whispered, “Get on your knees.”
At hearing the need in his voice, she quickly did as he said. He opened his pants completely, stroking himself right before her eyes.
“Look at me.” She looked up. “Undo your blouse.”
Her fingers trembled violently as she fought to open the buttons, her breaths shallow as she held his gaze. It was there again. That devastating need in the green depths. Did he know how plain in sight it was? She licked her lips once she got the blouse open.
“Rub your nipples for me.” He lowered himself down until they were nearly eye level, his gaze riveted on her breasts. She slowly passed her fingers over the painfully swollen tips, moaning lightly.
“Don’t close your eyes. Look at me.” She met his gaze and he stared at her. “Does it feel good Sarah?”
“Yes.”
“You like me watching you?”
“Yes, yes,” she gasped, the heat between her folds unbearable.
“Stand up.”
She made her way up, her movements awkward.
“Take off your skirt.”
Again, her trembling fingers fumbled with the zipper. Fear seized her briefly before she released the material and let it fall to her feet. Breathless with excitement and worry over what he’d think of her, she stared into his gaze, watching it turn slowly down to what she’d just revealed.
His brows came together with a gasp. “You shaved it.”
She couldn’t identify the emotion in his tone. “I thought…” she whispered, feeling stupid now.
His gaze slowly made its way up her body, lingering hungrily on her breasts before locking on hers. “Come closer and put your left leg on my shoulder.”
A whimper escaped as she stepped toward him. He took her hand to aid her balance and she slowly lifted her leg onto his warm shoulder.
He stared right at her virgin secret, his brows drawn again, his lips parted. He looked up at her. “Do you want me to kiss you right there?”
Oh God. “Yes.”
“Lick it?”
Her breaths became more erratic and louder. “Yes.”
He slowly leaned in and kissed her open folds with an extreme gentleness that made Sarah cry out. “Hold on sweetheart,” he whispered.
She gave a sharp moan as he licked very slowly up her privates. She grabbed hold of his head and he groaned and licked her clitoris with tiny flicks. Her entire body shuddered as shocked gasps and high pitched moans burst from her.
His hands slid up her body, one on her stomach, the other along her spine. The one on her back raked with an intense hunger, nails scratching, while the other caressed her mounds with a near reverent touch. He slid his fingers back and forth over the erect tips and the heat where his mouth pressed on her, spiked. “Micah!”
“Sarah,” he rasped right on her.
He carefully opened her more with his own lips and gently sucked the hard bud. The sheer shock of him doing such a thing, the perfect pressure on that throbbing ache was more than she could take and she lost it. She came right on his mouth with mind blowing intensity.
“Fuck, yes,” he gasped, licking her, his mouth and voice hungry. She cried out loudly through the orgasm, her body shuddering until she couldn’t stand. Micah caught her as she crumpled to her knees, sliding her down his hard body, fevered kisses tingling along her breasts, then face as he laid her on the floor.
Both winded, he unlatched her arms from around his neck and held them down next to her. He stared deep into her eyes for several timeless seconds, making that signature connection with her soul, telling her...this…this right here. Save me.
He slowly leaned and kissed her forehead, a soft, nearly worshipful touch, then drew away.
She watched as he stood, his back to her, closed his pants and walked off.
At the door, he paused with winded breath. “Next time you’re going to suck my cock. I’m going to come right on your face. Do you want that?”
Sarah’s entire being ached from his words. An untouched place deep inside her sprung open and her answer came as a desperate plea. “Yes, yes.”
He stood still for several seconds and then walked out, his movements rough and hurried.
****
Excitement unlike any he’d ever experienced licked at his nerves during the weeks since their sessions turned in his favor. It was a perfect work of discipline to not talk to Sarah until he saw her seven days later. Too perfect in fact. He held sessions with her every Saturday at seven in the evening. But Monday, he called her.
“Hello?”
He went silent at hearing her sweet voice. “Sarah.”
“Micah?” The concern in her tone got him so fucking hard. Harder than it should have. “Are you okay?”
He was tempted to sit there and say nothing, just to hear it. Such a beautiful melody. The song of innocence, untouched by the lies of goodness. All for him. “How much vacation time do you have saved up?” She was a workaholic and he wagered she had a year’s worth.
“I have plenty, why? What
do you need?”
That eagerness to give him whatever he asked came through the line perfectly. “I need you. To take off.”
“Okay,” she said softly. “How long?”
“Can you take three months?”
“Yes.”
He gripped his cock and clenched his eyes at her quick answer. “How soon can you do it?”
“As soon as I hang up.”
“You’d do that for me.”
“Yes.” Absolution thickened the gasped word.
“Do it,” he whispered. “Then go to the pool at two-oclock. And sunbathe. I’ll be there, but don’t speak to me. I need to watch you.”
“Is everyth—”
He hung up. The less she knew, the better it was for him. Intoxicating. She called it trust. He called it a test. So far, his angel passed with flying colors.
Chapter Ten
Sarah was amazed with how easy it all was. More like shocked. She still expected at least a little guilt about the depths she stooped in the name of helping Micah. But it felt strangely right. There she was, giddy about being off for three months to help a man she’d come to adore in the most illogical form of therapy she’d ever known. When she looked in his eyes, it was like peering into a mirror that reflected her entire purpose in life, the reason for her existence. She was a therapist, a healer, a helper all these years, but deep in a place she couldn’t really name, she knew, it had all been an exercise, a warming up for this. For him.
She ran to town to buy a new swimsuit. He wanted to watch her and she wanted to give him something to watch, let him know she desired him to see. All of her. Wanted him to know he was the exception to all her social rules. Eventually, he’d come to see that she was real. And his to keep.
She bought a bikini, an actual bikini. Red. Like the red bra and panty, only skimpier. Two o-clock came around and she was there, praying their clocks were synced and she wasn’t a second late. This was all part of his test. She wanted to do good. To pass to the next level with him. Whatever that was.
She spotted him at the last table toward the most unused exit of the area. Careful not to look at him, she found a spot where he could see her clearly, maybe five lounge chairs away. She glanced around, hating that there were both men and women there, all young and rowdy. She unrobed and sat in the lounge chair and got her suntan oil. Pouring some in her hand she rubbed her body down, and then laid on her back. Intense heat pulsed between her legs, knowing he stared at every inch of her. Her chair faced him so that he had a view of her body from her feet. She pulled up one knee and allowed it to fall open just a little. She imagined how hard he was from the show she put on and allowed herself to fantasize what it would be like when she sucked him. She’d never done that but she was sure he would enjoy her first attempts.
“Hi there, you mind if I sit here?”
Sarah jumped a little at the male voice on her right, glad for her shades. Felt like she’d just gotten busted having sex. “Um, no, but I’m not great company.”
“You’re fine.” He laughed, a crude sound edging his tone. “Literally.”
Okay, shit. She glanced at the table Micah was at in time to see him walking out the exit. Dammit.
She got up, put on her wrap and gathered her things.
“Leaving already?
“Yes, I forgot I had an appointment.”
She hurried after him, finding him nowhere around. Great. Was he pissed at her? Should she seek him out or just go home?
She decided going to her apartment was the thing to do for now. She’d given him her spare key but he never used it. She often fantasized about him sneaking into her apartment at night while she slept and doing things to her. But dammit, he never did.
She entered the cool air of her living room and screamed at finding him leaning against the wall after she shut the door. “Shit, dammit, you scared me.”
He didn’t say anything as he locked the door. She stood, waiting to find out his mood, biting her lip while anticipation for so many things raced through her heart.
He moved too fast and she gasped when he grabbed her by the arms and pinned her to the door none too gently.
Trust. The challenge in his eyes was clear.
He brought both her hands slowly above her head and held her wrists with iron fingers.
Looking down into her upturned gaze, he slid his other hand over her face with that worshipful touch, need and desire lighting his dark green eyes. He continued down to her throat, his fingers curious and feeling. At her breasts, he barely slid his touch over the aroused tips, taking turns tormenting both until desperate moans took her over. He kept her locked in his gaze as he stroked down her stomach, teasing at her navel before hooking his thumb in the side of her bikini and working it down. He slid his thumb to the other side and did the same.
When she stood with her bikini bottom lowered to her upper thighs, he stroked his finger along the outside of her privates. Like creeping lava, he worked the tip of one finger between her folds. Sarah cried out and thrashed her head when he drew painfully slow circles over that throbbing ache.
“Look at me,” he whispered.
The desperate edge in his voice made her want him more than she could stand. “Kiss me, please,” she begged.
His lips parted in a light gasp. “Not yet.” He continued moving his finger over her, perfectly slow. “I need to watch you. Just like this. I’m going to make you come on my hand.”
“Micah,” she gasped. “I want you to kiss me. There.”
Whatever firm plans he had were shattered with her words. He dropped to his knees and shoved her leg up, pinning it to the door hard as he buried his mouth on her with a growl of hunger. Sarah cried out and latched her fingers into his hair, glad for the door at her back. She pumped her hips, twirling herself on his mouth, again right there at orgasm land in a matter of seconds.
“Oh God, oh God yes!”
At that moment, Micah slipped part of his finger into her opening and wiggled it quickly. She shattered and every muscle locked up with the hot licking pleasure, holding her for endless moments in the throes of its power. The only thing she could hear was Micah’s satisfaction as he devoured her essence with a feral groans edged with a reverent wonder.
He finally kissed his way up her body, taking each breast into his mouth and lavishing with a languid precision.
When he stood to his full height, Sarah reached out and touched his groin, finding him rock hard. “Please, let me taste you.”
He took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing her palm. “Not yet.” He slid her fingers along his face, his eyes full of vulnerable hunger.
“Please, I beg you.”
He remained fierce looking. “Beg all you want,” he whispered, leaning in and pressing his face into hers in a snuggling way before making his way to her neck. She gasped when he opened his mouth wide and sucked the skin with intensity, groaning deep as he did. Raking her nails in his hair, she succumbed to the feel of his raw passion and his fingers biting into her waist.
He drew away with shaky breath, opened the door, and walked out.
****
Sarah collapsed to her knees and panted against the door. She reached up to her neck, sure there was one very large hicky there. She’d never wanted anything so badly in her life than to devour that man where he stood, bring him pleasure. To have such a power, something able to soothe him, make him feel amazing even if for a while, was just…frustrating as all hell to not indulge in.
And it was only Monday! She bolted upright. Oh hell, his birthday was this Friday! She collapsed back against the door, relieved she’d remembered. She did not need to forget that. She’d dug up his original file at the hospital and found the date finally. She needed to think of something amazing to do for him. Something that no other person could do or would do, something to tell him that she was his. She sat, waiting for that feeling to come, the one that screamed have you lost your ever loving mind?
Maybe she had. Or maybe s
he’d found it. Everybody had a purpose in life. Was it really far-fetched for her to believe her purpose in life was singular? And named Micah Morgan? Again she waited for the self-delusional siren to kick off. And again she got that uncanny peace. A peace that passed all logic and understanding. Calm held chaos in the palm of her hand when she was under its influence.
She got busy thinking of what she could give him that would prove her love and devotion to him, prove that his name was etched on her heart.
Oh! Oh yes! She could tattoo his name on her left breast! A dreamy smile bloomed on her face then suddenly disappeared. Ouch.
She thought of the harrowing scars all over him. Surely she could handle a small tattoo for him.
Definitely. But would he find it silly?
She could also surprise him with a birthday cake and candles and little silly presents and even balloons.
But what if he got mad?
Well, it was normal and normal is what he needed to practice. Besides, there would be nobody else there, just the two of them.
What else could she do? Cook a fantastic meal! Brilliant. And then he could do whatever he wanted to her after. She was his.
****
What was she up to? That was the second time she called for some silly reason. Would you like coffee with session? No, he didn’t want coffee with session, he wanted Sarah with session. Of course he didn’t tell her that, but why ask that at all? Did she want to let him know she wasn’t interested in his form of therapy?
He headed out the apartment and walked the seventy-nine steps to her door and rang the bell. She opened and his stomach jerked at seeing her poised in an elegant, red, spaghetti strapped dress fit perfectly over her sweet curves. Dainty red heels framed her cute feet and a slit ran up the side to her upper thigh. He raised his heated gaze to find a mischievous smile on her sweet face.
“Wow,” he breathed. “What’s the special occasion?”
She looked up as though trying to remember, then shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Her eyes twinkled and he shook his head a little before walking past her. “You’re worrying me.” A delicate delicious scent hardened him. A new perfume?
