I wonder if she usually smiles this much or if I have something to do with it. If so, I pray I keep this up because Sarah truly has a beautiful smile.
Thank you, Vanessa. You just got me one step closer.
I nod. “Let’s go. Johnathan’s plenty of fun and so is his extended family. Albeit a bit crazy,” I add with a laugh, crunching through a juicy cucumber.
Sarah turns sparkling eyes to me. “Well, who isn’t anymore, right?” she quips. "I'm sending her a VIP and asking if she needs me or you to bring anything." She taps for a bit and then places her phone screen-side down and concentrates on her meal and me again.
We eat and discuss what time she's going to be picking up her keys for the apartment tomorrow. She informs me she's going to go to the store after we eat, so she can pick up an air mattress and a few things for her apartment. She's surprisingly compliant when I offer to bring her a brand-new air mattress that I'd stored from when I fancied myself wanting to camp and never took the trip due to work obligations.
I'm lying, of course, as I'm not going to actually bring anything because I'd already purchased everything she needed; she just doesn’t know it yet. But I also want to be there when she walks in for the first time and sees she has furniture.
We finish up with the promise to dig into another documentary, having to break open another bottle of wine. This time Sarah stays awake, and I enjoy her nervous ticks and her little looks at me from across the couch. But I keep my hands to myself, not wanting to force anything on her.
Her eyes get heavy, and I turn the TV off, reaching my hand out to her. "Hey, come on. You need your rest; let’s go to bed." She puts her hand in mine, and I haul her up, carrying her up the stairs again. We pause outside the door, and to my surprise, she looks a little lost.
Does she need me the way I need her?
"What is it?"You can tell me…
"Can you…do you think—" Her voice is soft, and her eyes stay pinned to my chest. She's too nervous to ask for it, so I'll offer it.
"Yes. I'll be in in a moment. I'm going to take a shower real quick, and then I'll join you." My heart races with the knowledge she wants me next to her.
"Okay," her eyes raise up to meet mine. "I just…I don't want to be alone just yet."
I step into the room before setting her down, and bringing my hand up to brush my knuckles down her cheek. I'm blown away by how vulnerable her features are; her eyes are shiny as she looks up at me with that lost expression still on her face. I swallow thickly, fighting everything in me to lean down and kiss her. We're not there.
She may want the company of my body, the protection of it, even. But she's not ready for sexual intimacy.
Nowhere near ready.
"You're very brave to ask me for what you need." I keep my voice level, and purposefully calm and low; though, I feel anything but that. "You need to relax, so go take a shower, spray that perfume I know you love so much, and I'll be back in a little bit."
She gives me a little shy smile and averts her eyes again. "Okay. Yeah…that might help a lot. See you in a few minutes." I wait until she steps through the adjoining bathroom door, closing it with a little click behind her, before pivoting to make my way down the hallway and into my own bedroom.
But I don't get into the shower first.
No. I lay on my bed and pull out my cock, gliding my hand up and down my thick erection harshly, gasping as I imagine a certain little therapist bobbing up and down atop me. I groan, imagining her smell, and the sounds her heavy breasts will make as they slap against her ribcage. I wonder what she sounds like when she orgasms so many times she can’t think straight, how those pretty features of hers contort with pleasure when she can't take anymore.
The helpless look on her face when she realizes just how thick I am, spreading her delectable pussy apart.
The visual tips me over the edge, and I orgasm with a guttural growl, feeling my seed spurting onto my stomach and hand. I rush through my shower, desperate to get back to her. As I pad down the hallway, I see the door is cracked, so I push through. I can smell the lingering humidity of her shower and the perfume she wears, and I rub my jaw hard, pausing before stepping deeper into the room.
I'm never going to sleep in my bedroom again. When she leaves, I'll be moving my things in here and sleeping on the pillow she lays on.
The room is dark, and the ceiling fan is on high, again. I make my way quietly to the side of the bed I'd been lying on and see the covers are already pulled back, but Sarah is still. There's just enough moonlight to show me she's not completely asleep, but she's somewhere in that holding spot.
"Sarah," I say curiously, quietly, seeing her eyes barely part; her breathing remains steady with the rise and fall of her breasts. "Are you meditating, sweetheart?"
"Hmm." She hums, her eyes closing back again.
Leaving her to her peace, I slide under the sheets next to her and relax on my back. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, feeling her saturate my lungs just right. My eyes open again when I feel her hand nudge my arm gently. I grab her hand, my touch gliding along her fingers before pausing at the air pod in her grasp.
"What's this?" I ask quietly.
"Put it in. Relax with me," she responds in a huskier voice, sounding like she's falling asleep.
I take it, placing it in my ear and hearing the gentle guided meditation she's listening to. I dare to wrap my hand back around hers, elated to be able to touch her like this.
