Chapter
Six
They’d sat in the bed, clinging to each other like two scared children. Sarah didn’t have a doubt that he was trying as hard as her to think of a way out of the insane reality. Or that he hated himself for her predicament. She also knew that he was holding out hope that she’d come to her senses and renounce and wasn’t done trying to persuade her.
And w
hen Micah asked to bathe her, it nearly broke her heart. Like a little boy that only ever wanted to love and be loved and had found that with her, he just wanted to pretend everything had gone right and enjoy it.
It was easy for Sarah to do.
She was sure of a few things and one was loving Micah. She’d waited her entire life for that and nothing would stop her.
“Let me see you. Turn for me. Slowly.” Micah had directed her to the drawer of lingerie, told her to wear the black one. It was the only bold color there. “I hope I put it on right. It should have come with directions.”
He didn’t smile at her breathless joke
, his intense green eyes burning over her body. The lingerie barely existed. The thong panties especially. A string up her butt, material non-existent over her folds, and a heart-shaped scrap over her mound. The top was like a bra and encased her breasts in a way that forced them up and together with large slits over the nipples. His eyes locked on them and she was tempted to look and make sure everything was in order. Judging by the harsh hunger in his face, it was very much in order.
“Come here.”
He held his hand out to her and she climbed the steps. She stood on the top and he caressed her calf then helped her into the tub. Once in, he tugged her waist, guiding her to sit in his lap, facing him. The look on his face constricted her throat. Agony and despair. But it was the desperate longing there that transformed him into pure innocence. It was like seeing the man he might have been before he gave up hope.
Sarah took hi
s face into her hands and kissed him with a delicate tenderness, not wanting to mar the perfection. “So beautiful,” she whispered on his lips. “So precious.”
Micah let out a shaky breath and
slid his arms around her and laid his face against her breasts. She slid his forearms slowly up and down her back, just feeling her while moving his face along her chest, his warm breath raising goose bumps on her skin.
He began tasting her, soft lips nipping along her breast while his hands slid up and down her back, tracing the outline of her back, hips, then legs as though he were measuring her shape to sculpt. Sarah wrapped her legs around him and pressed her body as close to his as she could, wanting to climb inside his skin and stay with him forever that way. She’d hungered to have him and here they were, together, skin to skin, heart to heart.
She needed to get soul to soul with him. “Make love to me Micah.”
“Sarah,” he whispered, dipping his head and covering her breast with a hot hungry suction. Sarah reached between them and swirled her fingers over the firm silky head of his shaft, making him groan hard and thrust his hips. He gripped her waist and helped her move into position. When he was poised at her entrance, Sarah took his face between her hands and kissed him softly while working her way onto him, both of them breathless at the initial pleasure it brought. Micah wrapped his arms tight around her and shoved her down onto him. Sarah’s head fell back with a sharp cry of
sheer pleasure and Micah buried his face in her breasts, groaning between shaky gasps.
While buried deep inside her, he ran his hands all over her again before grabbing her face and pulling her in for the
tenderest kiss. God, he was killing her with this new side to him. So timid and gentle and…fucking sweet. It made her insane to devour him.
Sarah began to move on him, wanting to see him in the throes of ecstasy while she made love to him. She held on to his shoulders and began riding him faster. Once she started, there was no slowing down or stopping her, she went
wild on him until she was screaming in pleasure, forcing him to hit that place inside her that unlocked paradise. She reached down with her hand and rubbed her clit, thinking how amazing it would be to orgasm from there while he rocked her core.
“Oh
ffffuck,”
Micah gasped, watching her. “Fuck
yes, yes, baby rub it, do it.”
“Micah!” She swirled her finger over that hard bud, feeling her orgasm right in her reach. “I’m coming,” she gasped, dropping her head back. “Oh God, yes!”
Micah grabbed her waist and jerked her up and down on his cock, splashing water everywhere, his own orgasm taking him hard. Sarah came with him, her body trembling and convulsing with electrifying pleasure while Micah gave her those delicious sexy grunts, those
mmm yes, fuck me good
grunts he made, along with
God, fuck, yes,
groans. She knew there would never be a man that made her feel like Micah did. She did and felt things she’d never dreamed and yet knew she was born for it. He was her world, her soul mate, her friend, even if they didn’t believe in the same God. They believed in each other.
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Micah held Sarah in the tub, cradled in his lap. That’s where she belonged. He laid there, not thinking of anything but her. And him. Together. “So you were going to marry me?” he asked quietly.
She snuggled against him and moaned softly, a sound of perfect contentment. “Positively,” she whispered. “Since I was a little girl, I planned to marry you.”
He warmed her skin with handfuls of water and smiled. “You planned to marry a Satanist when you were young?”
She laid her head on his shoulder and
mmmed
in his neck. “I planned to marry the most amazing man in the world.”
Micah pressed her head against his shoulder and stroked it, emotion rushing in until he could hardly breathe. “I’m
not amazing,” he whispered. The hell of his life suddenly gathered in his chest, threatening to crush him.
She reached up and hugged his neck, kissing his shoulder blade. “It’s not my fault you don’t know how amazing you are.”
“You’re the amazing one.” He turned and kissed her cheek, wetting her back with more warm water.
“Yes. I suppose I am.”
He chuckled, loving how sweet and innocent she was. Pure. He realized in an odd sense that he liked her…godly. The whole concept of a loving god with a perfect and forever heaven fit in her life. If fit her soul. And she was beautiful in it. “We were going to have a huge wedding you know.” Micah still couldn’t believe he’d picked a woman that held so stubbornly to her beliefs. And to fall in love with her on top of that was just nightmarish irony. If it wasn’t for him being in love with her, he’d never worry about if things would pan out, all of his wicked schemes always panned out. He was sure the terror that haunted him had everything to do with her goodness. Nothing, absolutely nothing truly good ever happened to him, not without a vicious cost.
“Are you…I mean will you…forgive me Micah?”
“Forgive you, forgive what?”
“For… ruining everything?”
Micah bolted up at hearing her crying. “Baby baby, hey, stop that, why would I be mad at you for being amazing? Sarah please,” Micah whispered. “Please know how much I love you, and that I have an unbelievable amount of admiration for you.”
“You do?” she
cried in his neck.
“Honey, yes, more than I can ever express.”
“Thank you,” she gasped. “That means
so much
to me Micah.”
He embraced her tightly
and the words slipped out. “I’m the fucking monster.”
She shook her head. “No, you’re not. You don’t want to do this sweetie, and I’m believing that God will help us figure out something.”
It took all his will power not to snort and curse. “You think?” And he sure hoped she didn’t think his admiration of her faith meant he wouldn’t try and convince her to renounce. He kissed her shoulder then patted the marble the tub edge for her to sit. She obeyed without question, wiping her eyes.
Micah knelt before her, ready to make her forget all the bad for now.
He needed to fill her with as much of him as he could, while he could. When she finally looked at him, her breath caught at seeing how much he wanted her. “You know what I have to have.”
She bit her lower lip as he pushed her knees apart
until she was nice and wide. He slid his finger along her opened folds then barely touched her where he knew it already throbbed. “You like it when I suck you right here?”
She nodded, her breath catching on a moan.
“Yes.”
He r
an his hands along her inner and outer thighs then lifted her legs and placed her feet on the ledge of the marble. He opened her knees then, exposing her completely and utterly to him.
Sarah bit her lip when he looked
back up at her. Seeing pure lust mixed with her innocence speared his groin with hunger. She held his shoulders as he leaned in and delicately tasted her lips. With a teasing touch, he tickled her entrance with a finger and she gasped. He slowly worked it inside her, his kiss getting hungry. “You’re like hot silk on my finger,” he said in her mouth.
Sarah moaned and pumped against his hand
, wanting deeper and faster. She kneaded at the muscles on his shoulders when he moved his finger slowly in and out, her incessant little moans filling his mouth. With a groan, he plunged in deep, and rapidly flicked her core.
Her head fell back. “Oh God, Micah.”
Micah was ready to have his mouth and tongue where his fingers were. He dropped between her legs, opening her wider and getting an eye full of her beauty. “Fuck,” Micah gasped watching her push her hips shamelessly toward him. He leaned in and slowly kissed at the juncture of her thighs then looked up the luscious line of her body. “What do you want?”
She gasped and bit her lip. “Kiss it
.”
He slid his cheek along her soft inner thigh.
“What else.”
“And…lick it.”
His eyes rolled shut as her words touched him deeper than anything. “What else.”
She moaned softly.
“Suck it. Please.”
Pressing his cheek into her leg, he watched her as he
slid his finger back in and gave a series of erratic flicks. She cried out again and he began placing soft kisses on her folds, teasing. “You’re so beautiful when you’re hot.”
“Please suck it. Do it.”
He finally licked at her clit with the very tip of his tongue and she gave a whole body shudder. “That?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “More, please. Suck it. Suck it into your mouth.” She buried her fingers in his hair and pulled a little.
Fuck yes. “Make me, Sarah.”
Desire
dripped from her as she pulled hard at his head, forcing his lips on her. “Suck me. Do it.” She held him there and flicked her hips on his mouth just right. He groaned and obliged her, so fucking turned on. She tightened her fingers in his hair and moved him on her. “Yes, like that baby. Finger me and suck me, yes
.
”
His breath grew more ragged
as he grunted and complied with his sweet wife. Wife. He shoved the fear back, refusing to let anything ruin their time together.
“God, Micah, t
ouch my breasts, make it so hot.”
Micah gasped, ready to
orgasm where he knelt. She was a goddess of passion, and her angelic commands were addicting. He had never allowed himself to be at the mercy of another. That required trust and he didn’t do trust, trust was forbidden to him.
Except with
Sarah.
Initially, h
e’d been lenient with her, not wanting to scare her off. But even back then, removing the controlling power altogether had been impossible. He’d resorted to commanding her body indirectly with passion. And she’d responded so beautifully to it. So perfectly. He wanted desperately to explore so many things with her. He wanted her to trust him enough to make love to her in real dominance. God, he just wanted her every day, in his bed, in his arms, his life.
He obediently reached up and rolled her plump peak between his fingers, stroking his finger along her core as he fluttered his tongue on her swollen gem. Her silky body clamped down, a series of sporadic tremors building in intensity.
His angel was close to paradise.
Micah was ready to take back control. He stood before her, his erection reaching for her
lips. He didn’t say a word as she grabbed hold of him with both hands and took all of him into her mouth. He thrust his hips and hit the back of her throat with a groan, loving the sound of her whimpers. “Touch yourself Sarah. Right on your pretty clit.” He stood between her legs and opened his, pushing her knees farther apart. “Are you touching yourself?”
She moaned and nodded, sucking him with a succulent hunger.
“Is it hot?” He slid his fingers in her silky hair and she nodded with more faint whimpers. She swirled her pink tongue all over the top of him and he pulled her hair. “Sarah, god, yes!”
Her moans intensified and he stroked faster in and out. He angled his head, watching her play with herself. “Your fingers look so fucking good there.”