Sorry for the long hiatus, but here the long-awaited part six of the series. Don't worry, I intend to see this to the end, as long as that takes.
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Mia
Sam's tongue was slowly becoming limp, all technique had gone out the window and it felt like he kept slipping away from the clit. Mia regretfully decided they had found his limit. She gave one last stroke of his matted hair then pulled him out of her. If he wasn't so exhausted Mia would shove him right back down. Sam looked up at her, his eyes careful and curious waiting for her next command. His mouth was slightly open, tired from all the licking, sucking, and kissing, and a bit of her last climax was dripping out of his mouth. She had drained him then filled him right back up. Mia let go and pushed herself up, then she used her left hand to put the dribble back in his mouth. Her thumb pushed it up and Sam opened his mouth and she stuck her thumb inside. She felt his weak and dry tongue clean her finger. Mia slowly pulled it out and felt a slight suction from Sam, it made a small pop.
Mia caressed his cheek with her other hand, he blushed and looked away. Adorable. She pulled him onto her and fell back.
"You okay?" Mia said pulling at his hair again. He nodded in response and wrapped his arms around her. "You want to get cleaned up now?" He paused, then nodded but didn't try to remove himself. Mia and Sam stayed together in the bed, neither willing to get up.
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Eventually, Mia tried to get up. She struggled because her legs did not want to function. She was wrecked from the shocks and tension that resulted from repeated orgasm. Just when she was about to fall over Sam was there, he had lept to her aid, just like a fictional perfect man. Except he wasn't someone's fantasy, he was her real -she stopped- what he to her?
"Are you okay?"
Boyfriend. Her, boyfriend. They should go on a date sometime. He was no slave, not a prostitute or gigolo.
"Fine now," Mia said kissing him gently, she simply didn't have the energy to ravish him.
"I'll run you a bath, just sit right on the bed."
God, he was a knight in shining armor. Mia didn't want to corrupt him anymore, she wanted his beauty all to herself. Wound around her finger like the perfect little boy he was. He set off to the bathroom like a butler and Mia laid back counting her blessings. She had to thank Laura somehow but first, she wanted to go on a date.
Sam came back with less confidence but with the same intent, he averted his gaze but held out his hand. She took it still a bit tingly, then Sam surprised her by lifting her up and into his arms. He struggled a bit but he managed it. Mia was taller than him, but not much bigger. He stumbled over to the bathroom with them trying not to laugh out loud but they both failed. Soon enough she was in the bath, it felt warm but it was a downgrade from his arms. He got up to leave, though Mia didn't know where he would go, she was in his bathroom. Wherever he wanted to she didn't want him going. Sam pushed off the tub and Mia took that chance to hold him there, giving him a look to keep him there. He obliged and sat obediently beside her and she intertwined her fingers in his.
Then Mia got nervous, the mask of a sexual predator fell away with its desire and Mia was left with a dream. One that she wasn't too experienced with. Mia suddenly felt wrong, she had paid for him, taken him and trapped in her house, and now coerced him into letting her ravish him. She saw everything she did was just for her own pleasure. She let go of his hand and curled her legs up. She just wanted to be alone and not think of the ness she made of his life. She cupped some of the water and rubbed her face hiding the tears she knew was coming.
Then she felt Sam on the nape of her neck, kissing upward behind her ear. It sent tingles through her body, she looked at Sam taken aback by his forwardness. Mia let him kiss her for a bit, letting herself calm down a little. Then she had to give him an out, she always had to, every time give him a chance to run away from her.
"Sam, you don't have to do this," Mia said but made no move to stop him.
"I want to, you look sad," Sam said overflowing with boyish charm and innocence.
Mia turned and kissed him back on, slowly drawing him into her and the bath like a siren. But Sam stayed back and for once he broke the kiss.
"Give me a moment, I'll be back in a minute."
Mia nodded and let herself stretch back out. Her mind was cheering and repeating "Mia has a boyfriend" like a school kid, she tried to keep the excitement under wraps but a smile showed through. Soon enough Sam was back, he placed the speaker on the counter and pushed a stool behind the bathtub. He had also brought her bathroom supplies, body wash, shampoo, conditioner as well as a towel to lay her head on.
"Just relax and let me take care of you."
First, his focus was on her body. She expected him to do it fast, but he did it tenderly, making more of a massage. Mia sank into the bath letting him move her about, raise an arm here, stretching her legs out there. She had massages before, her company made an effort to keep their employees happy, but it wasn't the same as having someone you trust and love caressing your body. Mia always had reservations when getting a massage, now she got how Sam felt, that little barrier that kept him from opening up made the difference between day and night. She let her mind wander and listen to his music, she didn't know who it was but a soft voice filled with passion talked about love. She was brought back to reality by Sam's hands, nervous but soft, start rubbing her breasts. The heat started to grow but she stifled it, this was not going to turn into another fuck fest, she just wanted Sam. After not enough time he moved up to her neck and shoulders. After that, he leaned in to get her back. Mia made a move to get up but Sam stopped her. He rubbed her back and ended up pressing his face against her, in multiple fun places, which made Mia smile rather than get aroused. She straight up laughed when Sam's face went bright red as he held her butt. The last part was her inner thighs, his hands traced along her skin light as a feather and barely touched the place he spent his afternoon in.
With that, he retracted his arms and moved to the stool behind her. She heard him pop the cap off her mix, she closed her eyes and waited. Those beautify, strong but gentle fingers found her scalp and started pushing and pulling her hair and skin. Sam did it slowly, moving downward through her long brown hair. She had been thinking about cutting it but that would make Sam spend less time back there so it was off the table.
Mia stopped thinking and let his hands do their work, not realizing the occasional moan she unconsciously let out. Sinking deep into his hands.
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Sam
Sam finished drying out her hair after washing the soap back out. The last of it dripped out onto another towel he had placed below it, now soaked.
"Mia, I'm done." No response. "Mia?"
She had her eyes closed for a while now, but he didn't realize she had fallen asleep. He needed to clean too but her guest room didn't have a separate shower so he was stuck. Wake her up just to have her get out, or he could join her. While she couldn't give him permission, Sam didn't think she'd object. He laid out his stuff and made sure there were towels for both of them. Then stared at Mia, but turned away. He felt like a creep. But she was amazing, smooth light skin, those long legs, leading to-
