Page 30 of Rather: The Therapist

“We have rules… rules we must follow for any of this to be as exhilarating as it is. When it gets personal, the thrill will dissipate.”

“It doesn’t have to,” I expressed, “But, you’re right. Rules are rules.”

“Rules are rules.”

I rounded her, unable to comprehend the method to God’s madness. Whatever fucking point he was trying to prove making her, he’d proven.

“So, what should I call you?” I asked the rhetorical question, not waiting for or looking for a response.

“Whatever you want. What would you like? What do I remind you of?”

With a quick tilt of the head, I kissed the skin of my teeth. Dipped in red, there was one thing in particular she reminded me of.

“Rose.”

A smile tugged at her lips. “Rose?”

“Delicate, beautiful, soft, influenced by her environment, silky, has gorgeous folds, withers gracefully –as she cums– and retains moisture… plenty of it,” I rattled off, still circling the garden beauty.

“Then Rose it is.”

The sultriness of her voice was inebriating. Dark eyes chased my frame with each full revolve until I came to a complete stop in front of her.

“On the bed, Rose.”

I loosened a second button and the two on both wrists. One foot in front of the other, she strutted toward the bed. When her shins touched the sheets, she halted, waiting for the sound of my voice.

“Disrobe.”

The dress I’d dreamt of on her fell to the floor at once. Underneath, she exposed the crimson-colored lingerie.

“Bend over.”

Both hands rested against fresh sheets. Slowly, I closed my eyes, angling my head to the right to relieve the mounting pressure. The view was sickening. Heat consumed the room.

A few buttons weren’t enough, anymore. I needed the entire shirt off my body, but it would reserve my attention for far too long. It belonged to Rose for now. I dared to depart.

The panties were missing an entire strip in the middle, exposing her center, all the way up her back. Saliva filled my mouth. My craving intensified as I watched the pinkness of her pussy peek through her plump, chocolate lips as she deepened her arch.

Sweat beads formed on my hairline. Rose was unreal. It was the only way to describe her nature. Her depth. Her existence.

“O– on the bed.”

I pulled a chair from the table and placed it three feet away from the bed. Rose’s body was pressed against the sheets, ass piercing the air.

“On your back, my dear.”

She abided. Her small, full breasts left me dazed. Those pretty nipples hardened, sticking straight up.

“Open up.”

She spread her legs, allowing them to fall on both sides of her.

“Have you thought of me since our last encounter?”

“Yessss,” she moaned.

“Show me exactly what you’ve done when alone with me on your mind.”

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