Inside, she was laid out for him, her delectable body naked, and his eyes drank in the sight of her. She was so beautiful, not just on the outside but on the inside, too. So strong, so dependable, so responsible, always carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.
Not tonight, though.
“Can't do your back since you can't lie on your stomach yet, but how about a massage?” he asked as he approached, holding up the bottle of oil.
“Sounds delightful.”
He couldn’t agree more. Settling on the end of her bed, Micah poured some of the oil into his hands, then picked up one of her feet. They didn't talk as he massaged her foot then worked his way up her leg, easing out the tension in her muscles. They didn't need to. Tonight was about helping Teresa relax so she was ready for him, her mind firmly in the present and not in the past.
When he finished with her first leg, Micah couldn’t resist a touch. Just a small one. Brushing the pad of his forefinger along her center, he found it already wet for him. Teresa watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, desire etched into her features.
“I kept it,” she whispered when he picked up her other foot and resumed his massage.
“Kept what?”
“The video. I was going to delete it, but … I couldn’t.”
There was no need for her to explain what video she was talking about, and he loved that she’d kept it. A reminder whenever she needed one that she was still a sensual being, that those men hadn't taken that from her.
“If you want … I could send it to you.”
His gaze snapped to hers. “You’d do that? Trust me with something like that?”
“I know you'd never hurt me on purpose, Micah. Not like that. Never like that. What happened was a horrible misunderstanding, and I wish you’d handled it better, talked to me. I can't deny that there’s still some pain left, and there will probably be a little scar left behind. But I'm healing more every day, and I don’t just mean the wound on my stomach. I know you wouldn't do anything with that video other than watch it, and … I kind of like that idea.”
Micah groaned. “Pretty girl, do you have any idea what it does to me when you say things like that?” It wasn't just that he was impossibly hard as he thought about being able to watchTeresa get herself off whenever he wanted, it was that she was offering her trust as such a beautiful gift that it stirred up the emotions inside him, driving him wild.
“I know what you do to me.” Her legs began to move restlessly on the bed, and he could see the evidence of her arousal glistening on her center.
“Can I taste you, pretty girl?”
Teresa’s eyes darkened with desire, and she gave a shaky nod, her legs already opening wider, ready to accommodate him.
Grabbing her hips, he eased her further down the bed until her knees bent over the sides, then knelt in front of her. Wanting to be mindful of her injury, he kept his hands on her hips as he leaned in and swiped his tongue along her wet center. While he knew it couldn’t actually be true, she tasted sweet, like happiness and sunshine, like love and laughter. Like his future.
A moan tumbled from her lips, and the sound spurred him on. He wanted her panting and desperate, begging and pleading, then screaming his name as pleasure tore through her body, leaving her breathless and thoroughly sated.
It didn't take him long to figure out that she liked it when he circled her bud with the tip of his tongue, then moved to echo the movement around her entrance. Alternating between the two, above him, Teresa’s head began to move against the mattress, her hands clawing the covers, as pleas fell from her lips.
“Please, Micah. More. More. Please, please, please, more. I need …”
“Know exactly what you need, pretty girl.” Keeping one hand on her hip, with his other he dipped two fingers inside her, spreading her open so this time he could plunge his tongue deep.
Teresa’s head came off the mattress as she gasped, then dropped back down again when he began to thrust into her at an almost frenetic pace. She was close, he could feel it, see it inhow desperate her movements had gotten, in the high-pitched quality of her voice as she begged for her release.
More than happy to give it to her, Micah closed his lips around her bundle of nerves and sucked hard. Watching her fall apart as her orgasm hit was the most wonderful sight in the world, and he kept sucking on her bud as she rode out the wave, wanting it to be so good for her.
“Mmm,” she moaned as she came down from her high. “That was everything I've always heard it was supposed to be. Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me for worshiping your body the way it deserves,” he told her as he moved to sit behind her on the bed, his hands under her arms to very gently pull her back so they were both sitting with her propped against him. Grabbing the massage oil, he poured a little more on his fingers and then started work massaging out the kinks in her shoulders and neck.
“Feels so good,” she murmured, her head tipping forward to give him better access.
“You're always so tight here, so busy carrying everyone else’s burdens. It was my job to carry yours, and I failed you.” Micah didn't doubt that the weight of guilt he felt about the past would always rest heavily upon him. Which he deserved.
“You're here now,” Teresa whispered.
“If you give me a chance, pretty girl, I’ll never let you down again.”
