Page 140 of Rather: The Therapist

Discovering I’d made it to the bridge before Rather settled my spirit. I’d gone twenty-five over the speed limit to beat her. My illegal activities had paid off. I took a seat on one of the benches and listened to the dark waters as they clashed against the shore.

So many things.

So many thoughts.

So many violations.

So many chances I had to let it go.

So many chances I had to let her go.

I didn’t take any. I was already too invested. Two years of my sanity had been altered after she disrupted my world. It didn’t matter that my family had arranged an even trade –her hand in marriage for her brother’s freedom. I was invested.

“Is this seat taken?”

My eyes were still trained on the waters as I shook my head. Her fragrance was softer this time. Subtle. Sweet.

Her hand caressed the back of my neck. I closed my eyes, taking her all in without even a glance in her direction. I didn’t want to talk. I didn’t want to listen. I simply wanted her in my space. If she didn’t say a word, I wouldn’t be opposed. The silence was enough. The craziness in my head was already too much.

“Talk to me, Priest.”

With her other hand, she pulled my face in her direction. Even in her night attire, she was flawless.

“My thoughts are at war,” I confessed, “You’re the only person with the ability to stop it. You’re my peace. I don’t want anything, Rather. I don’t have anything to say. I just need you near.”

Her kiss was unraveling. It uprooted so many unwanted thoughts running rampant. It put me at ease and slowed my heart. The intensity of each beat remained, but they weren’t as rapid. They weren’t as alarming.

She pulled away too soon. I wanted her back in my space. Her lips against mine, again. Her body pressed against mine. I grabbed the bottom of her face and brought it to mine. As if she was a mind-reader, she climbed into my lap to deepen our connection and fully consume me.

Back and forward, Rather rubbed her center against me. The slip she wore underneath the ankle-length coat scrunched with every movement she made. The November chill was no match for the furnace between her legs. I could feel the fire through my pants.

Her hands roamed, searching for an escape route for my tool. I assisted by reaching into my briefs and freeing it. The satisfying sigh that came from her mouth hardened me to the point of pain.

I pulled at her gown until the end was up above her belly button. She was pantiless. I nearly lost my shit seeing her bald pussy against my sweats.

“You like fucking with my head, Rose.”

She nodded, admitting to her crime of passion. “I do.”

Two fingers inside of her had her neck bending and her spine curving forward.

“Uhhhhh.”

She was ready. Her temperature was just right. And, she was moist to the touch. The oven between her legs had pre-heated on the way over and was ready to bake my dish until it oozed.

Rather placed her feet on the bench, preparing to end me long before we even got started. I had the right mind to bend her ass over and fuck the filling out of her, but it would we’d be too obvious and her level of comfort would be of great concern.

I braced myself for destruction as she lowered her pussy onto my pole. She parted for me, accepting every inch. Our mouths reconnected as she began to ride me.

So poised.

So perfect.

So precious.

Rather was deeper than the waters beneath us. Her pussy felt never ending although I’d hit rock bottom and continued each time she came down on me.

“Mmmmm.”

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