by Sam Crescent
“You’re so beautiful, Rachel. Look at the way your nipples are hard. They’re begging for my lips on them. Do you want my lips on you?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, answering him immediately. There was a yearning quality to her tone. With tender care Paul knew he could bring her out of her shell and have her begging for more from him.
“You want me, too.” She whispered the words, and her finger pointed toward his cock.
“I’ve never doubted my need for you, baby.” Wrapping his fingers around the length he pumped his fist. Her eyes widened, and more pre-cum oozed out of the top. “My cock aches to feel your tight, wet pussy wrapped around me, squeezing me, begging me to take you deeper, and I’m going to, Rachel. I’m going to have you screaming my name.” He wanted it so she couldn’t think of anyone else but him.
His name.
His cock.
Everything about him would be permanently embedded in her mind.
“What are you doing to me?” she asked, moaning after her final word.
“I’m seducing you, baby. This is what it’s all about. Seduction in every word. Look at my cock and see what you standing there naked is doing to me.” Her gaze drifted to his cock.
Paul growled as her tongue peeked out to lick her lips. Did she have any idea how fucking sexy she looked like that? He was panting for her.
Glancing down at his cock he saw the thick vein down along the side stood out. His cock was rock hard and red from his rubbing.
He couldn’t handle it anymore. Letting go of his cock, he grabbed her hand and led her into the sitting room. Pushing her down on the sofa, he sat beside her. Taking hold of her hands, he pushed them to the back of her head.
“Keep them there. I don’t want you moving.”
Rachel didn’t complain or moan. She kept her hands firmly behind her head.
Opening her thighs, he purposefully kept his gaze on her even though all he wanted to do was look at her pussy. Her scent permeated the air letting him know she was close to letting go.
“Are you still seducing me?” she asked.
“I’m always seducing you, Rachel.”
“I thought seduction was supposed to happen on dates with our clothes on,” she said.
Paul smiled. “We have time for that later. You’re too impatient to wait that long.” The truth was, he wasn’t able to wait that long to take her. He was desperate for her.
“No, I can’t wait that long. I need to feel you inside me.”
Pressing a finger to her lips, Paul stopped her from talking. “No more talking unless I tell you. I want you to feel what I do to you. Feel me.” Moving his hand away from her mouth he rested both of his palms against her collarbone. He didn’t apply any pressure, but he kept his hands rested there, waiting to see her response.
Rachel lay there waiting for him. He saw the trust in her eyes, and it turned him on.
Slowly, he stroked down to the tops of her breasts. Paul watched as she took a deep breath and then let it out.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he said.
“I’m allowed to speak?” she asked, smiling.
“Don’t get cocky. I’ve asked you a question. Answer it.”
A sigh escaped from her tempting lips. “I tingle all over. Your hands are big and rough from hard work. They feel nice against my skin.”
He nodded and circled both nipples with a finger from each hand. She licked her lips. Her hands gripped the arm of the sofa tighter. He saw her knuckles were white. His woman had responsive, tight nipples.
Using his whole hand, he cupped them wondering how far he could push her.
She cried out, arching up into his touch. Rachel didn’t let go of the sofa. Her body was a thing of beauty, and he intended to explore every inch of her.
Chapter Five
Rachel couldn’t stop the moan or keep herself still. Her stomach tightened, and heat gathered between her thighs. She’d never known touching could create such a response.
“Are you okay?” Paul asked.
Glancing at him, she saw the devilish smile on his face. He knew the havoc he was causing with her body, and he liked it.
“I’m fine.” Her abrupt response turned into a scream as he tweaked her right nipple. The sudden pain intensified the pleasure. Rachel tried to close her legs, but Paul rested there, stopping her. Instead, she gripped the arm of the sofa and closed her eyes to try to calm herself. His touch left her. Opening her eyes she watched as he moved Mitch’s coffee table out of the way. Why did everyone feel the need to have a coffee table in the centre of a room?
“This sofa is obstructing us. Come on. I want to see you spread out on the floor.” Paul helped her onto the floor. The thick, fluffy carpet blanketed her butt and back. Settling down she waited for Paul to settle between her thighs. He didn’t. Paul lay next to her leaning on one arm.
“You’ve got a thing about sitting rooms, don’t you?” she asked. The way he was staring down at her made her nervous. She wasn’t anything like him. Rachel hated diets, and she’d accepted a long time ago she’d never be slender.
“I don’t have a thing for anything. You do make this sitting room more appealing. I can’t wait to get you naked again in mine.”
He leaned down silencing her with a kiss. She opened up to him taking his lips. In no time at all, his tongue licked along her lips begging for her to open. She couldn’t deny him anything. Opening her lips he plunged right in, making her moan.
“You taste so fucking good. I can’t wait to lick your pussy,” he said.
“You’ve really got the seduction bit down,” Rachel said, rolling her eyes. He pulled away, stroking down to her nipple.
“Admit it, Rachel. We’ve been seducing each other for years. I’ve known about your crush. I thought you’d gotten over that some time ago. You coming to me and asking me about this, let me know it was still there. The words we’ve shared, the touches have all been building for this moment.”
His words shocked her.
“What about Mitch? I know he warned you away,” she said.
She’d surprised him. Rachel saw it on his face.
“He’s not here. We’re both consenting adults. There is nothing to stop us enjoying each other. I’m prepared to treat this as more than a lesson, Rachel. The question is, what do you want to treat this as?” he asked.
Staring at him Rachel couldn’t believe what he was saying. Was he willing to risk his friendship for her?
“I want this. I don’t want to come between you and Mitch.”
He covered her mouth with a finger again. “Don’t worry about Mitch. I’ll handle him when he gets back. We don’t know where this is going to go. Explore it with me, Rachel. I promise you I’ll be faithful, and you’ll want for nothing.”
Paul removed his finger from her lips.
“Then yes, that’s what I want.”
She stared at him waiting for him to respond. He took her lips once again, not saying a word. Once he’d thoroughly kissed her, he moved down to take her nipple in his mouth. She watched him suck the bud deep before letting it go. Crying out, she saw his tongue circle the nub then nibble it.
She wanted this and so much more.
Reaching out she stroked his head. He turned with her nipple in his mouth. His gaze was intense. Licking her lips, she took several deep breaths.
He took her hand and placed her palm against her other breast.
“Touch yourself,” he said.
Rachel stroked her breast and watched him suck on her nipples.
Together they touched her breasts building her arousal. Glancing at his cock, she saw he was as hard as ever. She felt the contrast of their hands. Her hands were soft while his hand was large and rough. His touch was as gentle as hers. He knew how to touch her to bring out the most pleasure.
“You’ve got gorgeous nipples, baby. I could spend all day sucking on them.” She listened to his words as a response failed her.
In all of her twenty-one
years she had never been so intimately touched. None of the boys in high school had ever been interested in her. She’d put it down to her weight. They liked to talk to her, but anything else was impossible.
The torture he was inflicting on her breasts was no longer enough. She needed more and something far deeper and harder. Rachel was tired of being a virgin. The only person she wanted claiming her virginity was Paul.
He seemed to sense her impatience as his hand glided down her stomach. She watched him run the pads of his fingers over her rounded flesh before dipping down between her thighs.
“Open your legs wide.”
She did as he asked without thinking. His finger slid along the lips of her slit.
“You’re soaking wet, baby.” A second finger slid through her pussy, circling her clit. Rachel couldn’t think with the passion he was stirring inside her. “Don’t worry. I know how to make it even better.”
Rachel watched as he moved down her body and settled inside her thighs, his head directly above her pussy.
“What are you doing, Paul?” she asked.
“I’m going to lick this sweet pussy. I’ve been curious about how you’ve tasted for so long. I’m finally going to get a taste of your cream.”
“Are you sure you want to do that? It could be yucky,” she said.
Paul chuckled. “I’ll be the one decide what is yucky or not.”
There was nothing more for her to say as he settled down. She felt him open the lips of her sex, exposing her to his view. What did she look like down there? She’d never taken the time to look.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said.
She cried out at the first swipe of his tongue. She’d never felt anything so amazing in all of her life. He didn’t stop there either. His stroke continued going from her entrance to her clit. Paul circled her clit over and over again. She gripped the carpet beneath her in an attempt to hold onto her sanity. Whatever he was doing with his tongue was pure sin. None of the books she’d read could ever prepare her for this.
Was she ready for sex? If it was anything like his tongue on her body, she was ready for it.
****
Paul was addicted to her taste. Her cream exploded on his tongue, and he wanted more. Reaching up he grazed her nipple with his thumb. She gasped but didn’t open her eyes. Her nipples were red and swollen from his touches.
Sucking her clit into his mouth Paul played with her nipples at the same time. He worked her nipples squeezing, pulling, gently at first and then a little harder. She needed to get used to his touch and learn how much pleasure she could gain with adding a little pain. Rachel wasn’t a pain slut, but from the way her body responded to the pain he caused, it did turn her on. When he thought his touch was becoming too painful he stopped and gave her time to adjust. She squirmed underneath him, showing him with her body what she could take. At one point she reached out and held onto his arms. Her nails sank into the flesh. He rubbed the tips of her nipples lightly. Her pussy was drenched with cream. Paul licked every drop of cream from her. She was soaking wet, more wet than he anticipated.
“Do you like that baby?” he asked, against her thigh.
“Y-yes.” The word was muffled by her moan as he tweaked her nipple. He loved watching her come apart. Biting her thigh, he went back to licking her creamy cunt. He couldn’t wait to get inside her. Tonight that wasn’t going to happen, though. All he was doing to do was show her how amazing it could be with him.
“Are you ready to come?” he asked, tasting her musky scent on his tongue.
“Yes.”
“Then open the lips of your pussy for me.”
She glanced down at him. Paul waited for her to do as he asked.
“What? Why? Can’t you finish what you were doing?” she asked.
“I could, but I don’t want to. Open your lips, and I’ll bring you to orgasm.”
Her gaze stayed on him as she reached down and opened her sex for his tongue. Taking full advantage he sucked her clit hard into his mouth. She cried out, her back arching, but she kept her pussy lips open.
Her legs closed around his head trapping him. Paul pulled away long enough to speak to her. “Open your legs wide for me. I want you open to me.”
Rachel let out a frustrated growl and then opened her legs.
He saw her breathing escalated rapidly. Her whole body looked wound up tight, as if she was waiting for something. He saw the quivering of her stomach. Rachel was close to orgasm. He circled her clit repeatedly, his touch light and gentle as he moved between her folds.
“It feels so good.” She let out a loud moan and started gyrating her hips, smashing his mouth against her clit. Her need overtook everything else. Rachel was riding the edge of orgasm with no end in sight. She was wound up, too tense to let go and plunge over the edge.
“You’re close to orgasm, baby. Just let it happen. I’m here to hold you. Trust me.” As he spoke to her, Paul caressed her clit with two fingers. Within seconds of him asking her to trust him, violent shudders took hold of her body.
“Oh God, oh God.” She cried out, moaned, and shook all at the same time. Perspiration covered her body. He watched her come apart, and using his tongue, he eased her over the edge. Paul took care not to leave her alone.
He whispered delicate touches, only letting go when it looked like it was too much for her. She opened her eyes and stared at him.
Tears shone brightly in her eyes.
“Thank you,” she said.
“My pleasure, Rachel.” He crawled up from between her thighs and landed a kiss to her lips. “You’re incredible when you come. I’ve never seen anyone let go as easily as you did.” Kissing her lips, he moaned as his cock brushed across her stomach. He was rock hard. The scent and taste of her pussy surrounded him, taunting him with the need to be inside her.
“I’ve never had an orgasm like that before.” She sank her fingers into his hair and pulled him down for a deeper kiss.
Chuckling, Paul broke the kiss first. “There’s plenty more in store for you. I plan on having you in a state of bliss for a long time, honey.”
“That sounds like a promise.”
“It is.”
Running his hand down her body, Paul slid a finger through her slit. She was soaking wet. Her orgasm had drenched her pussy. If he was to take her, he didn’t imagine there would be much pain.
“Thank you for this,” she said, catching his attention.
“What’s that?”
“For doing this with me. I know you love Mitch and would never do anything to hurt him.”
Pressing a finger to her lips, Paul silenced her. He couldn’t think about his friend right now. His cock was hard and waiting for release. Thinking about her brother and the precarious position he’d put himself in scared him. Walking away from Rachel was never going to happen. He accepted that.
“This is something more now, you get that, right?” he asked, cupping her check.
She nibbled her lip. The action reminded him of when they were younger and she was going to get into trouble over something. After a few seconds she shrugged her shoulders.
“I mean it. This is more than me teaching you about sex, okay?”
“Really? You want more from me?” she asked.
“Rachel Kramer, for a long time I’ve wanted more from you.”
“So it’s not just about the sex anymore?”
“No, it’s not about the sex. You know it’s about a hell of a lot more than that.” Kissing her lips, Paul settled down beside her. He was happy to have gotten their conversation over with.
Chapter Six
Rachel wanted to jump up and down with happiness. Paul’s words were a welcome relief. She truly thought she’d have to fight him every step of the way. Instead he’d admitted to his feelings, and she felt like she could conquer anything with him by her side.
“Please tell me you’re happy?” he asked.
“Of course I’m happy. Why wouldn’t I be?” She pushed him to
the floor, leaned over him and landed a kiss to his lips. Rachel tasted herself on his lips. She wasn’t repulsed. Taking another kiss, she moaned, plunging her tongue into his mouth. After all the stories she’d heard about Paul, none of them could match up to the real man.
Was he different with her? She didn’t know the true extent, but recalling the pleasure he’d given her with his tongue sent heat spiralling throughout her body.
“Something is going on in that little mind of yours,” he said, pushing the hair off her face.
“No, nothing is going on.”
“Tell me what you’re thinking then. I usually can tell, but at the moment I’m a little out of sorts.” He twirled her hair around his finger, reeling her in.
“I’m thinking that was amazing and well worth the wait,” she said, smiling. Rubbing her nose against his, she thought through her emotions for the best way to describe them to him. “I feel like my body is humming, and all I want to do is giggle. I feel fantastic.”
“That’s just the beginning, sweetheart.” He chuckled kissing the top of her head. “You’re a woman who’s been well satisfied.”
“Not nearly satisfied. I’ve done sex-ed, Paul. Shouldn’t there be actual sex for me to be well satisfied?” She teased him hoping for a response. He grabbed her around the waist, took her to the floor and started tickling her. The easy way they were reminded Rachel of them growing up. Paul had always been there for her in some way or another. Unlike her brother, Paul never seemed to get bored of her company. He was always happy to help her with homework and listen to her. Thinking back over their time together, Rachel realised Paul had been part of her life a lot more than Mitch ever had.
Her brother put up with her whereas Paul liked having her around.
“I see the cogs working. What are you thinking now?”
“Nothing.” The word came out with a squeak. Clearing her throat she repeated herself again.
With Paul straddling her waist, Rachel felt wonderful. The natural way they fit together, body to body, wasn’t lost on her. Feeling Paul next to her helped to relax her. He felt like home, and his smell comforted her in ways she hadn’t been comforted since her parents passed.