Touch of Heaven

by Dreams, Brittany

  “You’re here.”

  “I am but there are some things dads just don’t get.”

  Rachelle nodded, thinking of her own father. She couldn’t have imagined sharing some of the things with him, womanly things, which she’d had the opportunity to share with her own mother. Funny, she’d never seen it that way until now. That having her mother was a privilege, not a right.

  “I’m glad that I can help. I just hope you see it that way. I’m not trying to intrude. I’m just trying to do the job that I was hired for, even if I’m not totally sure what that is.”

  “You’re doing perfect.”

  “Why do you resent me then?” Rachelle wanted to take back the words as soon as she said them. Sheldon visibly recoiled. He seemed to be debating with himself, fighting himself. She knew the second he leaned closer to her that he lost the battle.

  The air was charged with electricity. It snapped and crackled as he closed the distance between them. His warm, strong hand descended to Rachelle’s cheek. He hesitated only a second before her brought his lips to hers, parting them effortlessly with a passionate, fiery kiss that stole her breath and sent her world spinning out of control.

  Chapter 7

  There wasn’t a part of Sheldon that doubted that what he had just done was a mistake. He pulled away and listened to the ragged sounds of his breath, hardly believing that he felt as wild inside as Rachelle looked. The flash in her eyes was like a frightened rabbit. She looked as though she would bolt at any second.

  “You shouldn’t have done that,” she hissed quietly, moving over on the log, putting a foot of distance between herself and Sheldon.

  He nodded. “I know. I shouldn’t have but I couldn’t stop myself. You said that you feel that I resent you for being here or that maybe I’m not happy with you. This is the real reason. I can’t bring myself to be anywhere near you because I don’t trust myself.”

  “This is wrong,” Rachelle said again, her voice weaker with less conviction.

  “I know it’s wrong. God, you don’t have to tell me that. I’ve been through all the reasons a thousand times. It doesn’t change anything for me. I still feel it, the crazy chemistry that’s there.”

  “We don’t have any chemistry. You’re just imagining things because you can’t control your own lust,” Rachelle said fiercely. She glared at Sheldon and instead of turning him off, the fiery look on her face only ignited his blood.

  “You’re lying. You feel it too.”

  Rachelle shook her head fiercely. “I don’t sleep with clients.”

  “I could fire you. Then I would be free to date you.”

  “You mean sleep with me. I’m guessing you’re not in the dating game.”

  “Why would you say that?”

  Rachelle looked distinctly uncomfortable. She gripped her hands in her lap and twisted them. Sheldon finally realized she wasn’t going to answer. He decided to change tactic. He knew he was going to get what he wanted. The moment he kissed her he knew fighting his desires was futile. One way or the other, he had to have Rachelle and he sensed that despite her protests, she wanted him as well.

  “Even if it’s wrong, tell me you don’t want it Rachelle. Tell me and I’ll never look at you again. We’re both adults. We can finish out the summer and go our separate ways.”

  “I don’t want you that way,” Rachelle whispered, voice shaking. A tremor rocked her body and her blue eyes looked haunted.

  “You’re lying.” Sheldon reached out and ran a hand down her cheek. The skin was soft, like satin. A buzz of electricity shot up his arm and his stomach clenched with longing. His cock ached. He could no longer deny what his body had been telling him he needed from the second he saw Rachelle.

  “I’m not,” she said, trying to sound firm but failing miserably. Her chin tilted up just slightly and Sheldon closed the distance, lowering his mouth to hers, claiming her, bruising her lips with the brutal passion of his kiss. Rachelle’s mouth opened to him. The kiss was scorching and rocked Sheldon to the core. He pulled away, shaking. He had one ounce of self-control left.

  He stood and offered Rachelle his hand. She looked at it as though it were a viper about to strike. If she didn’t reach out to him he would leave her alone. He would go take a swim in the cold lake and cool the hell off. He knew he was acting like a horny teenager with a hard on for the baby sitter and it had to stop. He would make himself stop if only she refused him now.

  Rachelle’s much smaller palm curled into his, warm and sure. Sheldon’s large, calloused fingers closed around hers and he pulled her to standing. There was no going back. She’d made her choice. He just hoped, for the sake of his daughter, that they could both pretend like it never happened in the morning. He was going to have Rachelle. It would be a one time thing. He would have her and his lust would be finished and over with and they could both move past it.

  “Where are we going?” Rachelle whispered as he pulled her down the small path into the wooded area of the island.

  “Away from the tent,” he responded, thinking guiltily of his daughter sleeping inside. However, not even that knowledge was enough to dampen his raw, male need. God, it had been years since he’d been with a woman and it had clearly driven him to the edge of madness because there was nothing sane about what he was going to do.

  He led Rachelle between the trees, dodging roots sticking out of the ground. She stumbled after him. When he finally stopped, she almost slammed into his back. Sheldon placed his hands on her slight shoulders, spinning her around. There were trees all around them. Insects buzzed through the air. They could no longer see the fire or the tent. It was pitch black. Sheldon didn’t notice any of it. All he wanted was Rachelle. To taste her. To feel the satin of her skin. To run his hands over the glorious curves of her body, to hear her moan and scream out her pleasure.

  “This is your last chance,” Sheldon said huskily. His emotions were totally raw. “Tell me to stop now and I will. You can go back to the tent and go to sleep and we’ll forget this ever happened. Tell me now Rachelle.”

  The only sound punctuating the darkness was the ragged sound of her breath.

  Chapter 8

  Once the fires of desire had been stoked, Rachelle was unable to deny herself. She’d had one boyfriend in her entire life and they had never got past first base. After that she’d been far too busy to worry about boys.

  She had no idea what she was doing when she stepped forward and innocently touched Sheldon’s chest. The heat of his skin scorched her palm through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. He groaned, his hands finding the hem of her pajama shirt. Rachelle didn’t resist when he lifted it higher, running his hand up her belly, finding her breast and stroking one of the pink tipped nipples until it was hard. His touch sent shards of pleasure ripping through Rachelle and she made a strangled whimpering noise and arched her body into his hand.

  “Sheldon…” His name was all she could choke out. Her voice trailed off but he knew what it was she was asking him. He stripped her top away, pulling it over her head with such force her face stung. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her pajama bottoms and pulled them down her legs. She stepped from them and stood, fighting the urge to cover herself. She was totally bared to the night and Sheldon’s gaze. The moonlight that filtered through the trees played over her skin, sending dappled shadows dancing over her form.

  “Oh dear god,” Sheldon moaned. “You are so beautiful Rachelle.”

  “I’m not,” she protested. This time she did cover her breasts with her arm. Sheldon reached out and removed it gently.

  “Don’t cover yourself. I want to look at all of you. Do you know what you’ve done to me these past weeks? How you’ve tortured every single second of my waking hours and haunted my nights?

  Rachelle carefully didn’t respond that she had felt the same way. She would never tell Sheldon how she’d lain awake at night, conscious of him sleeping right next to her room.

  Sh
eldon’s eyes raked her form and her body heated under the lust in his gaze. Her skin prickled and she felt a throbbing between her legs that grew into a steady pounding the longer he stared at her. The ache was not an unfamiliar one. She’d lain awake most nights, body burning. Her anticipation only grew.

  “How do you want me?” Rachelle finally whispered. She blushed furiously and glad the darkness hid it.

  “Oh god. How don’t I want you?” Sheldon snapped out of his trance. He quickly thrust his t-shirt over his head and fumbled with the button on his jeans. He slid the denim down his legs, pulling his boxers off as well.

  It was dark but Rachelle could clearly see how huge he was. His cock was thick and stood straight out from his body. It was swollen and impossibly hard, the veins thick and rigid, the tip glistening with beads of moisture.

  Rachelle had never been with a man before but she wasn’t stupid. She knew enough about sex to know that there were a million ways to pleasure someone. Should she try one with Sheldon? She wanted to surprise him by taking the lead.

  Stepping closer to him, Rachelle put one hand on the warmth of his chest, the skin like smooth velvet stretched over the rigid hardness of the muscle below. With her other hand she gripped his cock firmly. She had no idea what she was doing but she figured smearing the drops of moisture into her palm would help her hand slide over the entire length of him.

  She was right. Sheldon’s entire body jerked at her touch and he gasped before he thrust his cock into her tight, wet palm. She stroked him, figuring she was doing just fine. She was rewarded with strangled moans as Sheldon’s hips bucked forward and back. She explored the entire length of him, his shaft, the velvet tipped head, the little bump where the bundle of nerves joined everything.

  Rachelle’s hand hardly closed around him and she wondered how in the hell he was going to fit inside of her. She wasn’t a large woman and Sheldon was incredibly huge. She should have been afraid but all she felt was a tightness in her belly and a furious pounding between her legs. Moisture pooled at the juncture of her thighs and dripped down her leg.

  “Does that feel good?” Rachelle whispered, suddenly afraid that she was far too innocent to please a man like Sheldon. She knew he was much older than her and probably far more experienced. She suddenly felt shy and stupid.

  “Yes,” Sheldon choked. “Oh god, yes.”

  “I want to- to put my mouth there,” Rachelle confessed. Sheldon groaned loudly and a tremor ripped through his body. She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. Maybe he didn’t want her to do something so dirty.

  “Fuck… Rachelle! Do you have any idea what you’re asking?”

  “I’m sorry,” Rachelle stammered. “Is that wrong?”

  “No. No, it’s very, very right. You can do whatever you want Rachelle but only if you grant me the same favor later.”

  There were definitely places Rachelle didn’t want explored but she didn’t mention that. She felt stupid voicing her doubts about him even fitting inside of her so she just nodded. Sheldon stood there, immobile, waiting tensely while she dropped to her knees in front of him.

  If there had ever been a time in her life that she felt ridiculous it was now. She had no idea how to do oral. Sure she’d seen it on the odd movie or the one porn she and Melissa, her childhood best friend had watched on the internet when they were sixteen. There was a whole world of difference between watching it and doing it.

  Rachelle leaned forward and brought her lips to Sheldon’s cock. Her tongue snaked out and licked the beads of moisture that shone there. It was salty and delicious and her body answered, the pounding between her legs turning into a roaring ache. She parted her lips and she sucked Sheldon’s cockhead between them, taking him into her mouth.

  He groaned, his hips bucking forward, forcing his cock in another couple inches. Rachelle wrapped her hand around the base of his dick to steady him and keep him from choking her but just her touch sent off a series of hard tremors in Sheldon’s thighs that she felt all the way in her palm.

  She figured she must be doing something right. Sheldon seemed to be enjoying it. Rachelle closed her eyes and circled his cockhead with her tongue. She teased that little ridge underneath before she took even more of him into her mouth. Sliding her mouth back and forth, Rachelle wet him with her saliva, circling him with her tongue. She used her palm to guide him in and out of her mouth.

  Her pussy was absolutely pounding. A strange friction built inside of her, tightened her insides and gripped her hard. Was it possible to orgasm just from giving someone else head? Rachelle wasn’t sure but just the thought of Sheldon throwing her onto her back and doing the same to her as she was doing to him made her body vibrate with desire.

  As though he read her thoughts, Sheldon twined his fingers in her hair and moved her face away gently.

  “Now Rachelle, I will teach you about how powerful you truly are.”

  Rachelle didn’t know what that meant. Sheldon’s expert hands came to her waist as he knelt down. She expected him to lay her onto her back but to her surprise he turned her, guiding her onto her hands and knees. She was about to ask what he was doing when the dead leaves on the path behind her rustled.

  Sheldon’s hand tightened on her waist and she felt his warm breath between her legs. Rachelle whimpered, trying to protest at the intimate position but Sheldon held her fast.

  The first lick of his warm tongue sent her spiraling out of control. She was already soaking wet and he lapped at her juices.

  “You are so sweet Rachelle.” Sheldon’s husky voice drifted into the night, stirring emotions inside Rachelle she had never felt before.

  He continued his onslaught. His hand parted her pussy, ran over her soaking folds and creases before his tongue came back to the core of her, where she desired him most. Rachelle trembled as he explored her, his warm mouth suckling her tenderly, his tongue teasing her, exploring. He found her entrance and he penetrated her roughly with his tongue. Rachelle jerked hard, the urge to explode so close that she almost was unable to stop herself. She didn’t want it to end. The pleasure was painful and glorious and she didn’t want to come because then it would all be over.

  Sheldon’s mouth left her pussy and Rachelle groaned in disappointment. She was shocked when she felt him part her ass with one hand. His finger rubbed over the sensitive pucker of her asshole before his mouth descended there to taste what his fingers had just caressed.

  Rachelle cried out, shocked and surprised at the pleasure of something she never would have imagined anyone wanting to do. Sheldon licked at her while his fingers trailed lower, finding the wetness of her pussy and smearing the moisture over his digits. His one finger moved upwards and he found Rachelle’s clit.

  She almost screamed but stifled the sound at the last minute. He circled her clit gently, stroking her in a hot burst then moving his hand away to smear more of her nectar over herself. He licked at her asshole as he stimulated her clit, moved his hand over her pussy. When he found her entrance with his finger he didn’t hesitate before he pushed the moistened tip of his index finger inside.

  “God Sheldon,” Rachelle panted. “I fucking need you.”

  “Where do you need me Rachelle? What do you need?”

  “I need your cock inside of me.” She needed him to banish the tight, pounding ache inside. She needed that thick shaft buried inside her body, fucking her senseless. She was coiled so tightly she felt like she was going to break apart but she wanted it to be his cock, not his hand. She was twenty-two and it was about fucking time she lost her virginity.

  Sheldon made a strangled noise and then he tore his mouth and hand away. His hands came to her waist and Rachelle braced herself. She felt the tip of Sheldon’s cock part her pussy, find her entrance. He was as wet as she was and he slid easily inside. She swiveled her hips backwards, unable to stop herself from forcing his hard length into her body.

  She closed her eyes and waited, waited for the hard thru
st. Sheldon gripped her hips hard and when he thrust deeply inside of her, tearing her barrier and burying himself to the hilt. He froze at the same time Rachelle did, realizing what it was she hadn’t told him.

  Chapter 9

  She was a virgin.

  Sheldon realized far too late that he had just pushed through Rachelle’s barrier. He froze and she did as well, her body arching into him. Her ass pressed against his pelvis as she writhed back and forth, trying to adjust to the size of him and the pain of what he had just done or because she was already at that point and hungry for more, Sheldon wasn’t quite sure.

  What the hell was he supposed to do with the fact that she was a virgin? He had never been with one before and now that he’d broken through the initial barrier, Sheldon wasn’t quite sure how to proceed.

  To cover up his embarrassment he started to move, stroking Rachelle’s tight, hot heat in slow, gentle movements. She whimpered and gyrated her hips in a slow grind that made Sheldon’s blood boil. His hands gripped the smooth flesh of Rachelle’s flesh and he dug in, gripping her tight as he increased the pace of his thrusts.

  He drew his cock out of her, only the tip inside. He made slow movements, rubbing the head of his dick back and forth, touching every single part of Rachelle’s opening. She squirmed and bucked with the movement, her hips slamming wildly against his pelvis. He could feel her tightness gripping him in her pleasure and knew it wouldn’t be long until he sent her over the edge.

  Sheldon just wanted to make it last a couple more minutes. His own body screamed for release but he was a master at denying himself. He couldn’t make himself feel nothing, as he promised himself he would but he could damn well hold out for another minute.

  Rachelle was just getting used to the short, gentle strokes when Sheldon decided to surprise her by plunging in, burying his cock to the hilt. He began to thrust hard in long, burning strokes that created a delicious, burning friction that made more than just his brain want to explode. The muscles in his thighs tightened, becoming like granite. He was aware that he was shaking, his hands and body trembling violently.