by Sam Crescent
She put her bag against the wall in the hall and walked down to the kitchen. He filled the kettle with water while she took a seat. Her hands were locked together at the table.
He couldn’t believe Rachel had to deal with Tracy and the nastiness the woman possessed.
“Sorry about Tracy. She’s a manipulative bitch.” He refused to take his eyes off her. The kettle boiled in the background. Rachel still hadn’t spoken.
Paul quickly put together two cups of coffee and sat next to her, taking her hands in his. “Please, talk to me. I hate this silence.”
“Tracy was giving me some kind of lecture about me not being the right woman for your tastes.”
Paul flinched at the hurt in her voice. Tears were in her eyes, but they didn’t spill down her cheeks. He felt that was a blessing. There was no way he’d be able to see her cry.
“You’re more than woman enough for me. She’s jealous because I didn’t take her up on her offer. Tracy wanted to become something more.” He reached out to stroke her cheek. Paul was thankful she didn’t pull away.
“She said you liked people watching.” She made it a statement, but he sensed she wanted answers, and if he was completely honest he was scared to give them to her.
“Let’s just forget about Tracy—”
“No.” She cut him off. “I’m not a child. You don’t need to protect me. I need to know what you like. I can handle this, Paul. Please don’t shut me out.”
Paul heard her determination, and he wanted to tell her everything, share everything with her, but part of him was terrified. Some of the things he’d shared with Tracy had been false. They’d been words he’d spoken to get her in the mood, and he was ashamed of it.
“I don’t need any—”
“If you didn’t need any of those needs then you wouldn’t have participated with Tracy in doing those needs,” she said.
Paul pulled away. He stood up and paced the kitchen.
“Tracy was just sex. I don’t need everything she described, okay? I don’t want to talk about it because it was in the past with her. For instance, she mentioned doing it in front of others, right?” he asked.
She nodded.
“That was never something I wanted to do. I described it to get her in the mood. She loved the thought of others watching her while I fucked her. I don’t want any other man’s eyes on you. You’re mine, Rachel.” He stared at her waiting for her response.
“What about the anal sex?” she asked.
“I’m not going to lie, Rachel. I do like it, but not all the time. I’m not some anal sex maniac. I’d love to fuck your ass but only when you were ready for it. If you were nervous or scared, I’d never do it. You have to want it.”
“What happens if I am never ready?” she asked. Her voice shook with tears.
Paul knelt on the kitchen floor, cupped her face in his hands. “I love you. I’d only ever do something that left you feeling completely satisfied and filled with anticipation. Anything else would be a waste of time. I want you to love sex, everything about sex. I would never pressure you.”
He watched her lips quiver and the tears shining in her eyes. “Don’t cry, baby. I couldn’t bear you crying.” He brushed away her tears with his thumbs.
“I love you.” She croaked out the words. “I don’t want any more women telling me stories about you. I cannot bear the pain.”
“I have a past, Rachel. If I could wipe it out I would, but you are the only woman I want. You’re my present and my future. No more women. Just you.” He was completely honest with her. “Please tell me you forgive me?” he asked.
“Forgive you for what? You haven’t done anything. You’re older than I am. This wasn’t your fault. You can’t bear the brunt of every woman’s jealousy.”
Slamming his lips down on hers, Paul showed her with his kiss how much he loved her. There were Tracys in his past, but there would only be one Rachel in his future.
That night he took her to his bed and simply held her in his arms. There was nothing between them at all. He stared into her hazel eyes and remembered everything over the years that he loved about her. Rachel’s passion for life and food, the way she always had to be right and the fact she could climb a tree like pro.
****
Rachel woke up the following day and left Paul in bed while she went to see her brother. Mitch’s reaction to her and Paul being together unnerved her. She needed to make sure her brother understood she loved Paul and wasn’t going to let him go because Mitch didn’t approve.
Most of the town was still sleeping. The walk was quick and silent. She let herself into her old home without any problems. Mitch may have given them both his blessing, but Rachel needed to know why he had had such objections in the first place.
The scent of coffee permeated the air. She followed the scent to find Mitch sitting at the kitchen counter eating some toast and drinking coffee.
“Good morning, sis. I didn’t expect to see you today.” He stood to get her a drink. She took a seat waiting for him to come back to her. Mitch handed her a cup.
“Thank you. I needed to talk to you about something.” She looked down at her hands wondering how best to approach the subject.
“How’s Paul?” Mitch asked, eating some toast afterwards.
“He’s fine. He’s sleeping and would have wanted to come with me if he knew I was here.”
“I love you, Rachel. Why are you here?”
Licking her lips, Rachel let out a long breath. “I need to know why?”
“Why what?”
“Why you were so aggressive toward Paul and me. I’m in love with him, Mitch, and he’s in love with me. I can feel it. I need to know you’re not going to start rebelling against us.” She took a sip of the bitter coffee waiting for his response.
“Mom and Dad always told me to take care of you. You were the baby and still are. You’re my sister, and your care came to me when you were fifteen. That was hard to deal with. Paul has always been by my side. He took care of you and helped me take care of you when I was around.” Mitch stopped to clear his throat. “You’re my sister, Rachel. No man, not even Paul, will ever be good enough for you. When I saw you two together I felt betrayed. The one guy I trusted with you had done what I asked him not to. He’d claimed you as his woman. Paul is my best friend, but he’s still a man. He betrayed me, and he didn’t ask me or even tell me how he felt about you. In that moment, watching him kiss you, I was angry at him. He cut me out.”
“What would have happened if he asked?” She saw the tears in his eyes and the regret. Rachel knew her brother better than anyone.
“I don’t know. I would have said no and then gotten the chance to say yes. He’s good for you. Paul loves you more than anyone. You’ll be well taken care of. Yesterday, I felt a mixture of betrayal and hurt. Paul’s older than you, and I thought he took advantage of you. I don’t know. When I came home I didn’t expect you to be kissing my best friend. I may be ten years older than you, but I can still act irrationally. Can you forgive me?”
Rachel stared at him for several seconds. “Can you promise not to lash out?”
“I won’t. You and Paul have my blessing. I’ve also promised him that if he hurts you, I’ll kick his ass,” Mitch said, smiling.
“I doubt that will happen, but if it does I’ll hold you to it.”
She walked around the counter and hugged her brother. Mitch’s explanation made sense, and she could go back to Paul knowing they had his blessing.
Chapter Fourteen
Rachel moved out of her house, and Mitch helped her. She was really relieved to see her brother and Paul getting along. Mitch spent a great deal of time with them. She knew he was getting used to her being with someone. Rachel also believed it helped her being with Paul. When he went away with his tent, Mitch wasn’t concerned about her safety. Tracy gave her shit, but once Paul and her brother came around she stormed off. Rachel loved Paul with all her heart, and she refused to put her life on hold
to satisfy other people.
They became the star couple in town. It seemed some of the residents were rooting for her, and Paul’s family were more than happy to have her in his family. The love shining brightly between them was easy to see.
She’d never had so much fun in all of her life. Every moment was a buzz to her. During the day they worked, and when they were together they planned time together; and by night, they experimented with food, cooking for each other and making love long into the night all around the house.
Bliss, pure bliss.
They were also working towards more adventurous sex. Paul had been helping her with butt plugs to make it easier to receive him. He’d been nervous about her trying for anal sex so soon. She was adamant she was going to give him a memory to last a lifetime.
She wanted him to know she was there for him all the time. His passions were part of him, and she wished to explore everything with him.
Lying on the bed she smiled over her shoulder at him. Paul’s hands were shaking as he caressed her back.
“Are you ready?” Paul asked, whispering softly against her ear. He ruffled her hair with his breath sending erotic shivers throughout her body.
“I want you so much, Paul. My body is craving your touch.” Rachel pulled him to her for a kiss. She needed his kiss. Taking his lips she demanded his touch. Tonight she would show him that no matter what he wanted she would never be afraid, and she would only welcome him further into her body.
Rachel moaned as he stroked a hand down her back to her ass. Tonight was about her giving him what he needed. For weeks he’d done nothing but give her everything she craved. The least she could do was give him the same and show him how much she was committed to this relationship.
“I want to fuck you tonight. I want to take your cock into my body.” She spoke over her shoulder watching his reaction.
“Whatever you want, baby. Use me for your own pleasure. I’m here to give you whatever you want.” She rolled over taking his erect cock in her palm. He was naked on the bed along with her.
“No, this is for our combined pleasure.” She rubbed her finger along the tip of his cock watching him shake.
“Fuck.” He growled the word, and his fingers tangled through her hair.
Rachel stroked his flesh, pumping him. She fingered his pre-cum, smearing it all around the head. Paul threw his head back pumping his hips in time with her strokes.
She felt him shudder, which let her know he was close to orgasm. When he was about to shout out his release Rachel stopped settling back on the bed.
“Why did you stop?” he asked, opening his eyes.
Giving him a coy smile she pushed him to the bed. “I don’t want you climaxing too soon and spoiling my fun.” She climbed into his lap, her creamy pussy pressing against his red, swollen cock.
“I can go more than once.” His hands gripped her hips, pushing her down hard onto his cock. Her cream-soaked flesh covered his cock.
“Where is the fun in that?” She chuckled, pushing away his hands. Her breasts swayed in front of his face.
His hands grasped her large breasts instead, his thumbs stroking her aching nipples.
She moaned, thrusting her chest against his hands.
“You’re such a sexy woman. My woman.”
Rachel fed her nipples into his mouth loving the wet heat of his tongue gliding over her. The slight nip caused some pain that sent pleasurable shooting sensations into her cunt. She was so wet she was practically dripping onto his hard dick. Rachel held his head in place as he lapped at her breasts. His teeth were driving her crazy with need. The feelings were too much but at the same time not enough. She needed it deeper and harder. The forces and feelings consumed her. Uncontrollably she fucked her clit on his cock, sliding up and down him. She thrust her hips, grinding down on him. Passion took over. Paul released her breasts, and she noticed they were red and slick with Paul’s saliva.
“Enough … enough …” She took giant breaths between each word.
He took away all her control, turning her into a quivering desperate wreck of wanton woman.
“Fuck me, Rachel.”
Taking his cock in her hand, she positioned him at her entrance and slammed down taking him up to the hilt. They both screamed. The pleasure was too much. He was hard and deep slamming inside her and hitting her cervix. The slight pain caused from him being so deep turned to absolute pleasure.
Pure rapture.
Frozen like this in feelings, staring into each other’s eyes, there was nowhere else she wanted to be. There were no angry ex-lovers lurking in the background. The only people to exist were her and Paul at that moment.
“You feel so good, Rachel, so damn good.” Paul moaned, taking her nipples into his mouth once again.
Rachel thrust against him loving the feel of him being deep inside her.
“Paul, you fill me so much, and it feels so good,” she said. Rachel moaned after every thrust.
“My pussy. My woman.” He growled each word slamming deeper into her willing body. Paul was possessive and loving, and she adored everything about him.
Sitting astride him, taking him deep within her body and controlling the pace inflamed Rachel further. The pleasure was so intense, consuming both of them with the wild flame of passion.
Rachel devoured him, kissing him with such passion. Her life was perfect, and it was all due to him.
His hard shaft penetrated her so deeply. Her pussy tightened around him, and in no time at all she was begging him for release.
“It’s too much.” She gasped as wave after wave of orgasm hit.
Paul moaned, grasping her hips and slamming her down increasing the thrust and speed.
Rachel screamed in ecstasy, and feeling her pussy contracting, squeezing his slick dick had Paul erupting into her soaking channel.
Both held each other, absorbing the feel of each other and the pleasure they gave the other.
****
“I want you to take me, Paul.” Rachel whispered the words against his ear. They’d been talking about anal sex for some time, and no matter how much he tried to stop her, Rachel was determined to get him to take her.
“I know, Rachel, and I have.”
She pressed a finger to his lips. “No, I want you to take me in the ass. There, I said it, and it feels good to say it. I’ve seen you admiring my ass. You want me.” It seemed so absurd to be talking about anal sex. Over the last few weeks Rachel had gone from being nervous to sounding excited.
“No, Rachel, I don’t—”
Rachel stopped him once again with her fingers over his lips.
“I want you to take me there. I want to feel you thrusting inside me and knowing that you cannot stand to be anywhere but inside me, loving me, loving only me.” She took his lips, thrusting her tongue to meet his, dancing with his own. “When I think about you fucking my ass I get so hot I think I’m going to burn the house down.”
“Fuck me, Paul.” She begged him between kisses. She took his hand guiding it between her legs so he could feel her moist heat. Rachel was showing him how much he affected her.
Paul took over, his finger plunging deep into her depths, feeling her cunt pulse around his fingers. She sucked him deeper and deeper. His lips trailed down to her blushing nipple, and he sucked it into his mouth, nipping slightly. He heard her gasp and moan as he loved one and then the other, sucking deep and biting while his fingers fucked her sweet pussy.
Her cum dripped into his palm. He slid his finger out circling her tiny hidden entrance. When he had enough lubrication, he slowly inserted his thumb teasing the outer ring of muscles.
“You want me to take you here?” he asked, moaning at the feel of her ass squeezing around his thumb sucking him in. Rachel cried out, and she tried to squeeze around his thumb. “Easy, sweetheart, don’t want to hurt you.” He steadied her with his free hand holding her hip.
“I want it so bad.” Rachel groaned as his thumb passed through the tight ring o
f muscles.
“You feel that, baby? The slight burn and the intense sensation.” His voice was husky. Paul reached over his bed, opening a drawer and picking up his tube of lubrication and a condom.
He put on a condom and smeared his cock with plenty of lubrication, making sure he was covered. He didn’t want to hurt Rachel.
Paul covered his fingers and inserted them into her delicate, tight asshole. She was hot and tight, thrashing around begging for more.
He took his cock and guided it towards her ass. Her tight, beautiful ass beckoned to him. Paul had had so many dreams about this hot ass swinging before him begging for his cock, and now he was about to finally have her.
He thrust forward feeling her tight muscles resist and then finally give way lodging his head inside. Paul held onto her hips not allowing her to move. He sensed how desperate she was to thrust back and to lock him completely inside her, but he knew how painful it could be for the female if a little control was not asserted. If Rachel was going to love this then he needed to take his time. Control needed to be practiced. This was her first time, and it could go either way.
“Fuck me, Paul. Please.” Her begging was getting to him. He was pulled two ways, between giving her what she wanted and knowing what she actually needed.
Tapping her swollen clit he felt her ass tighten around him. Cursing, Paul strummed her clit bring her closer to the edge of orgasm.
Paul took her slowly, sinking more of his flesh into her ass. Once she’d taken all of him, he pulled and then pushed back in. He made sure to take his time, giving her the chance to grow accustomed to him. “That’s it, baby, take me. You’ve got all of me. You’re so fucking tight. I love it.” Paul stroked her back loving the way her ass tightened.
Paul stayed still inside her. He slightly caressed her engorged clit. He was completely embedded in her ass.
“You’re so fucking tight, milking my cock for everything it’s got.” Paul stayed still, stroking her nipples, trailing his hand down her stomach ‘til his fingers glided over her slippery syrup. “You’re soaking, babe, covering my hand with that sweet juice.”