Rainey's Song Ch. 05
Keywords: Ch., Rainey's, Song, 05,
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The things he did to her fingers were unlike anything she ever felt. When he was finished, she was crushing the base of his dick, trapping the blood at the top.
"Sarah? Please."
"Oh sorry," she said, breathless and flushed. Taking her wet hand, she slid it along his cock to join her other hand. Then opening her mouth she engulfed him in hot, wet heat once again. Her wet fingers flowed lower between his thighs and beneath his sack. Her tickling fingers slid low and slipped into the creases of his butt cheeks, finding that dark forbidden hole.
"Oh yes. Perfect. Perfect," he groaned, lifting his hips. Her wet digits slipped between his warm skin and slowly dipped into his hot body. His breathing turned into a pant. Her free hand released his dick and moved to the space directly beneath his sack and stroked. Finally she took him inside her mouth and drank him whole.
With both fingers moving simultaneously and her hungry mouth feeding on his pleasure, Harvey quickly felt his world spin out of control. With each thrust into her mouth he got closer and closer. Each stroke, each shout, each moan betrayed his lack of control.
"Sarah. I'm going to come, baby it's now or never."
Eager, happy, excited, Sarah held on for the ride, sucking harder and deeper. She wanted it - all his passion, all his lust, all his cum. She wanted to taste him, make him part of her, forever and ever.
His triumphant shout echoed off the walls as cum busted from his body into her awaiting mouth. There was so much of it she barely had time to swallow it all, let alone taste it and all the excess slipped from her mouth and pooled around his body. Sucking and moaning, she dipped down to catch what she missed, licking his skin, eating his cum like a puppy with its favorite treat. She licked and licked until nothing was left and her sore lips moved in one last time for one final kiss with his sleeping, softening, flesh.
Sarah was on fire. That was the most exciting thing she ever did. She wanted more; she needed more.
"Harvey??'
He moaned. It was a haunted moan. She released him and freed his body from her imprisonment, sliding up his length. She kissed him. He welcomed her. Their clinging lips stroking the passion deep with in. She spread her thighs around his waist. His hands wrapped around her body. One hand cupped her ass while the other slipped down and found the gapping eager hole. He filled it with his fingers and she moaned with relief, rocking against him, creating movement, creating friction. It was all she needed, that right there, that touch in that spot.
Yes.
And all at once she came around him in a wave of glittering light.
*****
Moments later, she laid beside him and watched him as his face remained buried in his arm. Her body hummed. She was so relaxed. She never felt this close to another human being. She wanted more. She needed to know more.
"How did you become homeless?"
He didn't answer right away. Then he turned toward her and their eyes locked. He looked so sad. "I lived in a small town in Ohio. Very small. It was a factory town. Then the factory closed and hundreds of people were unemployed.
Times were hard. I was 31 years old and I didn't have any family. My mom and dad died years ago and there weren't many opportunities available. I couldn't afford to keep the house with no job so I sold it and took the money I've saved up and the money I had from the sale and moved to Chicago four years ago. I figured I would have better luck in a big successful city. I was wrong. I actually did have a job lined up. Well, not really but I was told my prospects were good, but by the time I made it here it was given away. Most of my money was spent for the trip to the city and with no income money went fast.
Soon I couldn't afford even the cheapest motel. The streets were my only option. I tried contacting the few friends I had back home, but many of them were damn near in the same boat. I kept looking but it's hard to get a job when you don't have an address and soon the more I slept on the streets the dirtier my clothes became and the more I looked the part of a bum. No one wants to hire a bum. The things I've seen on the streets..." He paused. His eyes glazed over with a far away look.
"Well... let's just say I've seen a lot of things." His voiced trembled a bit but he continued. "Within six months, I met Bob and Jim and they took me to Saint Agnes for the Friday night meals. It was then that I knew there was a God, because there standing behind the mash potatoes was an angel."
He grinned but she saw passed it. She thought about what his life must have been like over the last few years, the pain, the fear...
"I'm sorry."
He nodded. "Me too."
"Harvey?"
"Yes?"
"Why me?"
He reached up and pushed aside the stray hair on her forehead. "I thought you were pretty. But what mostly caught my attention were your eyes. They were so sad, Sarah, so very sad. Lost too. It struck me. I was used to seeing that look from people who lived on the street, but you, you had a home and you had a family, you made me wonder.
Then with time I gotten to know you a little bit and began to like that person that would come out of her shell now and then to talk to us po' folk. You are smart and funny and generous and so very sweet. I think that was when I started lusting for you."
Her mouth dropped. "Lust? Me?"
"Yea." He smiled a slow, sexy smile. "There is a femininity about you that I don't think you realize is there. It's in the way you move. The way you tuck your hair behind your ear. The slow gentle smile you sometimes give when you try to be encouraging. It's even in the way you talk. Your voice is so pleasant. It's soft and smoothing. It's sexy."
While he was talking she sank into the pillow and just stared at him in disbelief. After a minute she said.
"I can't think of one solitary reason why you would lie about that. So as hard as it is for me to believe, I guess I just have to accept that you mean that."
He rose up then, and reached for her hand. He glided it down his body to the semi-erection waiting for her. "I can't fake this, Sarah. You do this to me. You've done this to me for a while now. Everyone has different ideas of beauty and different 'types' of people they are attracted to. To me you're beautiful. You are most definitely my type. Why do you think so little of yourself? Who taught you to devalue yourself?"
Her hand slid across his flesh. It was barely audible, but he heard it nonetheless. "My father."
She turned and laid on her back as she looked up at the ceiling. Taking a deep breath she said, "He hates me."
He shifted to get closer. Her voice was so soft he was concerned he might have missed something.
"Why do you think he hates you?"
"I know he does and it's because of my mother."
"The lady in the pictures?"
"Yes. I was nine. She was taking a bath. I was in the living room playing some silly game and I broke something. The funny thing is I don't even know what it was. All I know is I broke something and I got very upset and I began to cry, to really cry and she heard me and she was concerned so she got out the tub, but the floor was wet so it was slippery and she fell..."
A sob escaped as she recalled the memory. He reached out and pulled her in his arms, cradling her body with his. She turned her head and buried her face in his neck.
"She hit her head. I heard her fall. I went in to see what happened. She was lying there... I remembered getting on the floor beside her and trying to wake her up. But she wouldn't wake up, there was blood, and I didn't know what to do so I sat there beside her and waited.
I think I fell asleep because next thing I remembered was my father there, holding her, rocking her, crying. He screamed at me: 'Why didn't you call 911 like we taught you? Why didn't you call for help?' But... I didn't... I didn't know..."
The tears were stronger now and she started to tremble. He held as she cried, deep, deep, sobbing cries. Her arms wrapped around him in a deathlike grip, needing him so much. Needing his words, his comfort.
"Shhhh. It's okay. It's not your fault. It's okay. It's not your fault."
Gaining control, she whispered, "But he blames me. He still blames me. He calls me names, degrades me; tells me no one will ever want me. I'll grow into an old hag, forever alone."
He leaned in closer and kissed away her tears, much like she did his earlier in the evening. "Look at me."
He pulled away and she looked up at him. Her eyes were red and puffy. "Your father is an asshole. An insignificant prick who is weak and too stupid to appreciate you. He should have protected you and nurtured you, not blame you. I'm sorry you couldn't have gotten the father you deserved. You won't ever be along again. Not if I can help it. I'll be here as long as you will have me. This is the start is something special, Sarah. You don't walk away from special."
She looked at him in awe and sniffled. Then she reached down and grabbed the end of the sheet to wipe away the wetness on her face. She didn't know what to say. 'Thank you' seemed feeble and inappropriate. It all seemed surreal, almost too good to be true. She didn't want to think about what was happening. She didn't want to jinx it. She was so scared it wasn't real, but then again it had to be real. Most girls' knights rode in with a white horse, hers came with fleas. It had to be real. He hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead.
"Sarah? When I get enough money, and I can finally afford my own place, would you go out with me?"
She laughed, surprised. Sitting up, she looked down at him. "What?"
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