Under her care
A quick, sensual read that will turn you on and leave you wanting more
Amira is twenty-three, drowning in student loans, and drifting without direction when she takes a job caring for a man whose life changed overnight.
Once strong and independent, Sam is now bound to a chair — abandoned by his wife after the accident that left him this way. His father hires Amira to help, along with physical and speech therapists. Amira’s told the job is simple: keep him fed, clean, and comfortable. But as Sam’s condition improves, it becomes something else entirely.
She bathes him, shaves him, dresses him, makes him smell good, look good. Her hands learn every part of him, and somewhere between compassion and curiosity, she starts to see him differently — sees how handsome he is, how alive he could still be.
At first, their conversations are one-sided — her gentle chatter filling the silence while he listens with guarded eyes. Soon, therapy starts paying off and small changes start to slip through. A nod. A soft laugh at something she says. A word here and there. Weeks pass, and those words turn into short sentences, his voice and body gaining strength each day.
Amira can tell he notices her, too. The way his eyes linger when she leans close, or the quick flicker of attention when her sweater slips just slightly out of place. He never says anything, but there’s no mistaking it — that quiet hunger in his gaze that always drifts back to her figure: the soft sweep of her waist, the gentle curve of her hips, the fullness of her chest that’s impossible to ignore. He tries to hide it, but he can’t. Little by little, she feels the air between them shift, charged with an unspoken awareness neither of them dares to name.
One afternoon, while she buttons his shirt, he catches her wrist, holds her there just long enough for her to look up. His eyes are steady now, unblinking.
“I like you,” he says. Simple. Direct. Heavy with all the things he doesn’t yet dare to say.
A beat later, softer: “I want you”.
Something shifts inside Amira. She feels it in her pulse, in the warmth that spreads low and insistent. She likes him, more than she should. She’s turned on by the man under her care — by the way his presence pulls something raw and wanting from her. She wants to give him more.
But she held back, her mind racing with the consequences of giving in to her desires. She needs this job, and she can’t risk losing the fragile connection they’ve both been starving for. Leaning in, her voice soft and careful, she whispers, “I like you too. I want you too. But… it’s almost time for your therapy.”
Later that day, after therapy, it’s time to undress him for his bath. She bit her lip, trying to focus on the task at hand, but her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and desires. Her hands move to his shirt, unfastening each button, her fingertips graze his warm skin, slow enough to make him shiver. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the scent of his cologne filling her senses. When his shirt slips from his shoulders, they hug, holding on a little too long, neither wanting to let go.
She kissed his neck, her lips soft and gentle. Sam pressed his face against her. She could feel his excitement, his desire for her. She kissed him all over and made her way to his face, her lips brushing against his, and he kissed her back. He could kiss so well. Calm, some tongue but not too much, it was perfect, sensual
Amira backed up a little, her mind racing with thoughts and desires. She wanted him, needed him, and she couldn't resist him any longer. She leaned in and sat on his lap, hher knees on either side of his hips, her breast at his face height, her body pressing against his, and she could feel his excitement, his desire for her. She could feel his dick getting fuller, harder, and although she already knew it was a pretty large piece, She was excited to feel it getting so strong inside his pants.
Sam started kissing her neck, making her moan with pleasure. She is so sensitive there, she could really come. She whispers that on his ear and kissed him on his ear. He liked that a lot, she could tell. She bit his earlobe slightly, sucked it lightly, he really liked that.
Sam keep kissing her neck and made his way to her breast, resting his head on her cleavage. He paused there, taking in the moment. Amira loved how it felt, and she pressed his face against her.
He wanted more than just feel them with his face, he wanted to fill his mouth with her breast. He went back to kiss her mouth as a way to ask for permission, but she wanted him so badly she gently guided him back to her breast.
Sam started kissing her breasts, his lips soft and gentle. He sucked them with his full mouth, in and out. He didn't play with or bite her sensitive nipples, like other guys would. He just sucked her majestic breasts, and he took his time, which she really loved.
Amira could feel herself getting close to the edge. She started moving her hips back and forth, rubbing against his dick. Sam could feel himself getting close too, but their pants were still in the way.
Without warning, Amira stood up and stripped off her clothes. Sam watched, his eyes wide with desire. She took off his pants and boxers in one swift motion.
She sat on his lap again and guided his dick inside her, gasping as he filled her up. She moved back and forth, up and down, he used his hands to guide her.
Amira could feel herself getting close, her breath coming in short gasps. She leaned, whispering in Sam's ear, "I'm close, fuck me deeper.”
Sam obliged, thrusting into her as deep as it would go. Amira could feel herself reaching the edge, her body trembling with pleasure.
And then she came, her orgasm washing over her like a wave. She collapsed onto Sam, her body spent. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
Amira looked up at Sam, a satisfied smile on her face. "That was amazing," she whispered.
Sam smiled back, his eyes filled with desire. "We're just getting started," he replied, his voice low and steady, a promise laced between each word. He pulled her closer, his hands tracing her curves with a newfound confidence. Amira knew they had crossed a line, but neither of them would want to go back.
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