Free The Sessions (Covenant Series) by Azure Boone Page A

brushed his lips along her jaw and barely whispered, “Are you wet for me?” He listened to her erratic breaths and gazed at the rise and fall of her chest, studied her closed eyes, forehead full of torment. “Tell me, Sarah.”
    “Yes.”
    The weak confession made him shudder with the need to slam himself inside her. “Look at me.”
    She hesitated and then slowly looked up at him. His chest ached at how beautiful she was in her innocence. He couldn’t wait to make her his. He stroked his thumb over the hard tip of her nipple and she gasped, fighting to hold his gaze, wanting to lose herself in the feeling. But he wouldn’t let her close her eyes and hide from him. Ever. “Do you like this?”
    Her brows furrowed more with sweet agony and her breaths strained with little whimpers. “Yes.”
    He leaned in and whispered his lips over hers. “ Next week, leave your panty and bra off.” He placed one small kiss at the edge of her mouth, fighting not to devour her. “I’m done.”
    He left her without a glance.
    ****
    Sarah lay in her bed feeling lost. Utterly lost. And yet the peace in her body was absurd. She fought to be ashamed but the feelings refused to come. How badly she wanted him to touch her. At first she worried, like what if it was just hormones doing all this? But it was much more than that, it was him. Him needing. He didn’t say it with words, but he’d shown her with actions. He was still giving her a chance to demonstrate how he could be whole. He also trusted her enough to even open up, reveal his deep pain and hunger. After hearing the horrors he’d divulged to her, it was done. She couldn’t deny him. Sick as it seemed, dumb as it sounded, this is what she had to do for him. Was meant to do. Even though she technically wasn’t his therapist, she couldn’t help but be who she was. A therapist.
    Seven days later, her door- bell rang and she hurried to open it. As before, he walked in, went to the back porch and sat in his spot. Sarah locked the door and went sit down. Part of her was grateful to not have to hear the horrors he so easily and brutally clawed upon her brain and heart. There would come a day for such confessions, but now, the man was in dire need of love and she was in dire need to be the one to give it.
    He stared at her, his jaw working, those mysterious green eyes sparkling in the dark. They lowered to her chest for several seconds, and she hoped he saw she was braless. She hoped her arousal showed and he knew how she felt. “Go to your room.”
    Desire hit and made everything throb and tingle between her legs. S he hesitated a second before hurrying to do as he said. She sat on the bed, gripping the covers, waiting. He came in and shut the door. “Come here.”
    She did, ready to do what he wanted.
    “Closer.”
    She moved until she was exactly before him.
    “Closer.”
    Her pulse raced loudly in her ear as she pressed her body into his.
    He kept his hands at his sides. “Hold on to my waist. And rub your hard nipples on me.”
    She gasped and put her trembling hands on his waist, then began sliding her breasts against his lower chest. He was warm and smelled delicious. A hard heat licked between her legs, making her stifle a moan.
    “Does it feel good Sarah?”
    “Yes,” she gasped.
    She felt him undoing his pants. “Put your hand on my cock.”
    She clenched her eyes shut and he took her hand and guided it. He gasped as she touched the silky firm skin of the top, wet with his own desire. She let her fingers dip along the rim, curious and excited to finally feel him. Hunger for more emboldened her touch and she swirled her fingers all over it.
    He let out a deep groan then whispered, “Get on your knees.”
    At hearing the need in his voice, she quickly did as he said. He opened his pants completely, stroking himself right before her eyes.
    “Look at me.” She looked up. “Undo your blouse.”
    Her fingers t rembled violently as she fought to open the buttons,