by Sam Crescent
“You’re not leaving, Rachel. I’ve got plans for tonight that go far beyond this movie. Stay with me, and stop worrying about what I’m doing. This is what I want to do. I want to be the type of boyfriend that gives you everything,” he said.
“Boyfriend? You’re my boyfriend?”
“Hell, yeah. It beats being your brother’s best friend. I don’t want to teach you about sex, but I want to be with you. I want you to love me the way that I love you, and being your boyfriend will suit for now.” He hoped he was using the right words.
“You really know what to say to take me by surprise. All I’ve ever wanted is to have you and to be yours,” she said.
Smiling, Paul took the seat next to her. It was a breakthrough, but he knew he had a long way to go.
Chapter Nine
Rachel watched the movie Paul had picked and didn’t understand the storyline at all. Paul kept caressing her neck with one hand and her thigh with the other. He was surprising her at every turn.
“You’re not watching this movie, are you?” he asked, taking her by surprise yet again.
“I can’t think with your hands on me.”
He chuckled, and the sound melted her to the spot. Her stomach tightened as heat spilled between her thighs. She was so turned on. Not only did Paul want her sexually, but he wanted her for a lot longer than she ever anticipated. Paul held her face between his hands and turned her to look at him. Licking her lips she gazed into his dark brown eyes and then down to his lips. They looked so inviting. She remembered what they felt like against her own. His lips were firm and demanding.
“What’s on your mind?” he asked.
“I’m thinking about you kissing me.”
“Is that what you want me to do? Kiss you.”
“It would be a nice start.”
He stroked her cheek. Seconds later his lips were on hers.
Rachel moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed his lips. The movie played in the background to no one. Paul was the only thing on her mind. She couldn’t believe how angry she’d made him before the movie. Then the shock was replaced by embarrassment. She didn’t want to be treated like his other women, and yet she’d pretty much asked him why he wasn’t treating her that way.
She felt suddenly free to enjoy him. There was no panic to be everything for him in order to keep his attention. Paul really wanted her. His fingers sank into the length of her hair as he deepened the kiss. Paul’s lips consumed hers as he plunged his tongue into her mouth. Rachel groaned, meeting him stroke for stroke.
His kiss was sinful, but it wasn’t enough. She was burning in her need for him. Holding onto the length of his hair, she tried to climb onto his lap. Paul sat back, and she straddled his waist, taking charge of the kiss.
“I want you, Paul.” She mumbled her need against his lips. Closing her eyes, she ground her pelvis on his hard cock. Rachel felt him like a brand through her jeans. The denim couldn’t mistake the hard length of his shaft.
“I want you so fucking much. I always want you.” He tugged on her hair, breaking the kiss. Rachel gasped, moaning as his lips trailed to her neck. He sucked on the skin, and she knew he would mark her flesh.
Once he’d sucked her neck he rubbed the mark with his thumb. “There, no one will mistake who you belong to. You’re mine, Rachel.”
“More, please, more.”
“Unbutton your shirt,” he said.
She felt hypnotised by his voice. He kept hold of her hair keeping her head tilted back. “I want to see your tits, baby. Show them to me.”
Rachel fumbled with the buttons of her shirt. Her fingers shook, but she kept on with each button.
“Is your pussy wet for me?” he asked.
“Yes. I’m so wet.”
“We’re doing this tonight, babe. I thought I could wait, but I can’t. I need you. I need to feel your cunt wrapped around my cock.”
She moaned.
“What’s the matter? Are my words startling you?”
Rachel shook her head. “No, I’ve read far worse.”
“You read dirty books?”
“With romantic elements.” She tugged the blouse from her body and let it fall. If she pulled on her hair it would hurt. Paul’s grip was tight on her hair.
“I think you should read one of these books to me.”
“I can lend you one.” She fumbled with her bra.
Paul let her hair go, and she looked at him. He was too busy looking at her chest. “You’ve got such big tits.”
He cupped them in his hand, thumbing her nipples. Paul thrust his cock against the apex of her thighs making her moan.
“We’re dry humping at the moment, babe.”
She nodded, moaning. The denim rubbed against her clit. Rachel felt the contact and moaned as another wave of arousal swamped her.
Her nipples were sensitive to his touch.
“I don’t know about you, but the movie is boring,” he said.
“Yeah, it is. I’m not fussed to watch anymore. I want to do more interesting things.”
Paul chuckled. “Then let’s go somewhere more comfortable.”
She watched as he turned the television off with a remote. Rachel climbed off him and felt foolish without anything covering her.
Before she got a chance to cover herself he picked her up in his arms. Rachel let out a squeal as she was suddenly airborne.
“I’m too heavy.”
“Then stay still and I won’t pull a muscle,” he said, laughing.
She held on to him as he carried her up the stairs to his room. One of his arms supported her back while the other went underneath her knees.
“Oh, and you’re not heavy.”
She felt light in his arms even though she knew she was anything but light. He kicked the door open, and she saw his bed at the far end of the room next to the wall. Paul put her on her feet in his room. He didn’t kick the door shut. Instead he took her lips again. Paul blinded her to anything else apart from his touch.
“You’re not going to shut the door?” she asked when he broke the kiss.
“Nope, I’ve got nothing to worry about, baby.” He tugged his shirt off his body and threw it to the floor. She lapped up his nakedness. His hard chest and thick muscles kept her captivated. She didn’t care about her own nakedness.
He looped a finger in her jeans and pulled her close. Being next to him, skin to skin, felt entirely different. They both gasped. Her nipples hardened, and she stroked the skin of his back. He went to the button of her jeans, teasing it.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked. “Once we get started I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”
She smiled. “I don’t want you to stop, and I’m totally sure of this.”
This was the moment she’d been waiting for.
****
Paul waited for her response. He was being truthful, and he ached so damn bad that he didn’t know how in control he could be.
I’m older than her. I should have all the control.
At the moment he wasn’t in control. He was going to be Rachel’s first. There would be more than enough time to explore other things. Tonight should be all about her.
“Forget what I just said, Rachel. I’ll stop if you need me to stop. I was being insensitive. You can trust me to treat you right,” he said.
Her smile tugged at his heart strings. Fingering the button of her jeans Paul waited.
“I want to feel you, Paul. I want to be you’re woman in every sense of the word. I trust you to make everything perfect.” She kissed his lips.
He opened the button of her jeans and went to his knees before her. They’d been naked in front of each other a couple of times, but this time felt more intimate than other times. She stepped out of the jeans, and next he was taking her panties along with him. His fingers skimmed up her thighs until he stood before her. Both of his hands sank into her hair, pulling her in closer for a kiss.
After he thoroughly kissed her Pa
ul took a step back.
“It’s your turn to get me naked.” Her gaze strayed down to his jeans. From the look in her eyes Paul imagined she was threatened by what lay underneath. Paul knew he was a well-endowed male, and taking a quick glance down he saw his cock was outlined through the denim. He was so turned on. There was nothing he could do to stop his reaction to her. “I won’t bite.” Paul tried to be reassuring.
She snorted then reached out to rid him of his jeans. Her actions were not as smooth as his were when he removed the jeans from her, but she got him out of them without risking his life. The last of their clothes were thrown to floor, and they stood staring at each other. Both of them were naked with no barriers at all between them. Their love was out in the open. Nothing lay between them, no clothing or fear.
“Come here, Rachel.” Paul ordered her by his side. She took the small step that brought her closer to him. Her gaze strayed from his eyes going lower to where his cock stood straight out. Rachel looked fascinated rather than scared. When he was around her his shaft seemed to have a mind of its own.
Paul took her by the waist and brought her flush next to his body. The only gap between them was created by his large length.
Rachel gasped as he cupped her breasts in each hand. Her tits filled each of his hands nicely. Thumbing the nipples Paul wished he had a mirror to be able to watch her reactions to him. Her moans were driving him crazy.
“I’m going to buy a mirror so I can watch you. I know you’ll look sexy and beautiful when you come. Your tits are so lovely and large. I can’t wait to get your nipples in my mouth and to watch as they hang over me as you ride me. And you will be riding me, Rachel. I want you straddling my cock and screwing me like I’m going to screw you.” He rubbed her nipples between his thumb and finger. “You’re nipples are rock hard begging for my touch. Your body is an instrument of pleasure, Rachel. Your body speaks to me in ways your mind will never be able to, just like mine.” Paul took hold of her hand and placed it around his cock. He loved talking to her about how he felt and what he was going to do to her. “Feel how hard I am for you. How much I want you. You’re a virgin, but you have the power to bring me to my knees.”
She caressed his length the way he’d taught her to.
“You’re so big. How are you going to fit?” she asked.
“I’ll fit, baby. We’re supposed to be together. I’m not going to lie to you, it could hurt at first. I promise to take my time and wait for you to grow accustomed to my cock.” Paul did everything he could think of to reassure her.
“Have you been reading books on how to calm a virgin?”
“No, I don’t need books to tell me how to treat you. Tell me what you want, Rachel.” He kissed her neck. When it came to her, Paul didn’t need any self-help book or guidance. It all came naturally to him. He’d been caring for her for so long it was second nature to him.
“You’re making it hard to think,” she said.
Releasing his hold on her, Paul took her hand away from his body. “How about now?”
He stared at her hair wondering what she would say. Her skin was so smooth. It took every ounce of willpower not to reach out and touch her.
“I want to feel you inside me—” She broke off on a loud moan as he tweaked her nipple between his thumb and finger. Letting go of her nipple, Paul walked her back until her legs hit the base of the bed.
“Where do you want me?” he asked, growing impatient.
“I … I … want you in my pussy.” She stumbled over her words. Leaning down in front of her Paul sucked her nipple into his mouth while rolling the other with his finger and thumb.
“Good girl. Lean back,” he said. Paul wanted a taste of her pussy again. She did as he asked and leaned back. “Open your thighs. Show me your lovely creamy pussy.” Rachel spread her thighs. He chuckled, loving the control he had over her, and he would never abuse it either. Their relationship was a trusting one.
“Who do you belong to?” he asked, needing to hear the words from her lips.
“I belong to you, Paul. I always belong to you.”
“Spread your lips wide. Let me see your clit.” Again, she did as he asked. “Do you like me instructing you?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Do you like a little bit of pain?” The way he’d been playing with her nipples he knew the answer already.
“I don’t know.”
“You’re lying to me. Maybe I should test you a little.”
Chapter Ten
Rachel saw the teasing glint in his eyes. “You won’t hurt me.”
“Good girl.” He knelt down at the end of the bed where she’d opened her thighs. Her pussy was on the end, and her feet rested on the edge of the bed. She felt her cream dripping down the crack of her ass. What did he think of her aroused state?
Was he disgusted by her obvious response to him?
His fingers stroked up her thighs. She lay back looking at the ceiling. There was nothing else for her to do other than wait. Paul was the one in control. He knew what he was doing whereas she was purely the recipient of the pleasure he was giving. Paul covered her fingers where she held herself open for him. Seconds later he stroked over her clit. Rachel could not control her response. She cried out from his small touch.
“You’re pussy is dripping wet. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen, Rachel. This is how I want you to always be with me, soaking wet and waiting for my touch. Can you do that?” he asked.
Without him knowing it, Paul had eased her troubled thought. She nodded her head, relieved he wasn’t disgusted by her response.
She caught her lip between her teeth trying to stem her excitement. “You’re so ready for me.” He wasn’t waiting for a response. His fingers stroked through her folds.
“I need a taste of you. I’m addicted to your scent and flavour.” His hand moved her fingers out of the way, and he opened her folds himself. Within seconds his tongue replaced his fingers on her clit. He circled the nub and sucked her clit into his mouth. “You’re wetter than I thought, Rachel. It’s such a turn-on to me,” he said, releasing her from his mouth. Paul nibbled on her nub. His teeth bit down slightly on the harsh side of pain.
Rachel struggled to stay laid down. Her body was a riot of sensation. She couldn’t stop the feelings from coursing through her. He ran a finger between her folds while sucking her clit at the same time. Paul was making her pant and squirm with need. “You like a little pain, don’t you, baby?” She couldn’t argue with his assessment. The evidence was in her arousal. One of his fingers circled the entrance of her cunt, but he didn’t penetrate. “I didn’t hear your answer.” He took another bite of her nub, not extremely painful but enough for her to cry out at the sudden tumult of pleasure riding through her.
She screamed as pleasure tore through her making her weak. “Yes.”
Paul kept circling her entrance and sucking on her clit. She wanted his cock inside her. His mouth was doing wicked things to her body, but she wanted more.
Rachel watched him licking her. His head moved up and down between her thighs, and it was all too much for her. A tightening started in her stomach and slowly grew out. She couldn’t hold back her release.
“Come for me, Rachel. Let me taste all of you.”
His words were all it took for her to lose control. She groaned out her release and heard Paul licking away her cum. It sounded wet, and the feelings running through her body exhausted her. Collapsing to the bed, her eyes widened as Paul joined her. His fingers glistened with her release. She watched as he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them deep into his mouth, moaning as he did. He looked to be in his own world of pleasure.
“You taste so fucking good. I could lick you all day every day.”
She whimpered. “I don’t think I could survive that all the time,” she said.
“Then I’ll have to get you ready for it because it’s something I intend to keep doing,” he said, kissing her again.
H
e pulled her up the bed until she lay against his pillows. Paul grabbed a tube of lube and a condom from the drawer beside his bed. She nibbled on her lip wondering what they were for.
“Why do you need those?” she asked.
“You’re wet, but I don’t know if you’re going to be wet enough for me. I’m using the lube to help ease my path. I don’t want to hurt you.” He threw the items on top of the bed then sat at her feet.
“Spread your legs for me.”
“You’ve just seen me.”
“So? I didn’t realise there was a limit on pleasure.”
Feeling silly for being embarrassed, Rachel opened her thighs for him.
“So fucking beautiful. I wish you could see what I see,” he said. “I’m going to invest in mirrors for this room.”
“You can be real dirty when you want to be.”
He stroked her ankle. “Baby, we haven’t even gotten started on how dirty I can be.”
She didn’t know personally, but she looked forward to finding out.
“I recognise that look, baby. You want to be dirty with me. Then let’s get started in your dirty education. Finger yourself for me, Rachel.” He sat in front of her looking at where her pussy was. She was exposed for him to see, and he was waiting for her to follow his instruction.
“How?” she asked.
Paul reached over taking her hand in his. He pressed her palm over her pussy so she was cupping her mound. When he was satisfied he pressed two of her fingers against her clit and slowly started to stroke her pussy. Her pussy was coated in her juice, and she used it to spread around her pussy. He released her hand and sat back.
“That’s how you do it, Rachel. Feel what is good for you.”
She did as he said and started to feel her body’s response to her ministration.
“When I’m not there for you I need to know you can still please yourself. There will be times I tell you that you’re not allowed to cum, baby. I’ll want you to be out of your mind with pleasure until I get home to sort you out. I want you to be excited about what you’re experiencing. First I need to know that you can pleasure yourself. It’s every woman’s right of passage to be able to do.” His voice soothed her.