The Sweetest Taboo: An Unconventional Romance (20 page)

When I didn’t respond, he hesitated a moment before continuing with his declaration. “I think on some level I knew I loved you the moment I laid eyes on you. It was the scariest feeling I’ve ever had in my life.”

He let out an uneasy chuckle, his breath warm against my face as he spoke. “I’ve had many relationships, but nothing like what we have.”

He hugged me tighter. “You wanted to know why I haven’t made love to you yet, that’s why. I waited so long to say that. I-I just didn’t want to scare you away, Micah. I never wanted just sex with you. I told you from the beginning—I want everything.”

I clasped my arms tighter around Rick’s neck and let my tears flow freely.

He loved me.

Rick Thomas loved
me
.

This
was
real, and He felt the same way I had been feeling from the very beginning.

I stood on my tiptoes, leaning in to kiss him. “I love you, too, and I’m not just saying that, Rick. I’ve felt the same way for some time but wanted proof that I wasn’t alone in my feelings.”

In a swift motion, He lifted me up from the floor and pressed me against the glass.

My legs wrapped around his waist and I anchored my ankles behind his back, my pebbled nipples brushing against his bare chest.

“You love me, Micah?” He asked, pushing a wayward lock of curly hair away from my face.

“I do, very much.”

“Tell me again.”

“I love you, Rick,” I whispered.

He latched his mouth onto my shoulder, licking and suckling his way down to my breasts. Oh God, his mouth felt like heaven.

Neither of us could catch our breath as Rick moved from one breast to the other, then kissed a path up my neck and collarbone before finding my lips again.

He broke the kiss, and I groaned in complaint. “Micah, please forgive me. I’ve waited too long. I promise to make it up to you all night long, baby, I promise,” he murmured in my ear, slipping his hand between our bodies and running his fingers lightly over my clit.

I screamed as he thrust into me, my back bouncing off the window as Rick worked to release months of pent-up aggression. The dimly lit room and privacy glass prevented residents of adjoining high rises witnessing me getting a pounding for the gods. The reflection of the city’s lights twinkled in Rick’s eyes as sweat trickled down his brow.

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.”