grabbing handfuls of her thick hair to steady himself against her perfect onslaught. Rachel felt his pleasure pulsing in his cock. She felt wild and powerful, a primal sex goddess controlling her lover with her tongue and her hands.
She was eager for him to orgasm, anticipating the soft shooting of pearly liquid against her tongue. But instead of coming in her mouth, he pulled away, his breathing labored, his body hot to the touch. “No, not yet,” he gasped. “Not yet. I want to make love to you.”
She nodded, her eyes wide, locked on his. She noticed the smile lines etched on either side of his face. This was a kind man, she could see. But right now his eyes were hooded with lust, which further ignited her desire. Reaching down to his discarded trousers, Richard pulled out a little silver packet. Quickly he slipped the pre-lubricated condom over his erection as Rachel lay down on the bed.
He fell over her, his strong body pinning her down as he kissed her mouth. He touched the head of his cock to her slick entrance and Rachel moaned, shifting her body to receive him. Teasingly he held himself away, only the tip of his cock touching her wetness. He pulled back as she arched forward until his cock hovered just above her pussy. Slowly he lowered himself down again. This time he went a little farther, just entering her, making her groan.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice ripe with need.
“Please, what?” Richard teased.
Forgetting her reticence, her years of conditioned shy behavior, Rachel blurted, “Please fuck me! Please! I need it so bad!”
Rachel felt as if she had a fever. Her bared pussy was swollen and glistening. Richard plunged into her, drawing a scream of pleasure from his lover. “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she moaned, writhing and shifting beneath him, desperate to take his perfect shaft deeper and deeper inside her. His mouth covered hers in a passionate kiss as he thrust inside her. With each movement his pubic bone ground against her engorged clit. When he took her wrists, pinning her arms over her head, Rachel felt herself lifted onto the crest of a tumultuous orgasm.
His strong hands and body holding her down as he claimed her in this most primal and delicious of ways sent Rachel careening over the edge of blinding pleasure. She cried his name as she came, bucking beneath him as he held her fast. He jerked hard inside her, his body spasming its release in a series of shudders that finally subsided as he fell heavily against her.
The lovers lay still, bathed in sweat, their hearts banging against each other like drums. Finally Richard lifted himself up on his elbows and tenderly brushed the hair from Rachel’s face, smoothing her soft cheek with his finger. She smiled dreamily at him as he rolled to her side, taking her in his arms.
“Rachel,” he said softly, “I love you.”
Rachel didn’t answer immediately. Her heart actually ached with joy in her chest at his words. As the silence stretched between them, Richard became still beside her, his body tensing. She realized he was waiting for her response.
“I love you, Richard,” she answered, knowing it was the truest thing she had ever said.
Richard’s body eased and he sighed. It was a sigh of relief. Rachel realized he hadn’t taken her response at all for granted. Now he held her tight, nuzzling his cheek against her neck. She felt a great tenderness overwhelm her for the man whom she held in awe.
After a time she pulled away from Richard, who let her go. Sitting up, she drew her legs to her chin and wrapped her arms around them. Laughing with sheer joy, she said, “Man, I’m starving! I could really go for a New Orleans-style po’ boy. How ‘bout you? I know this great Cajun place not far from here, if you don’t mind eating at a dive.”
Richard laughed in turn, his eyes sparkling green in the dim light. “It sounds perfect. Do they have cold beer?”
“On tap.” She grinned back as they began to dress.
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She was eager for him to orgasm, anticipating the soft shooting of pearly liquid against her tongue. But instead of coming in her mouth, he pulled away, his breathing labored, his body hot to the touch. “No, not yet,” he gasped. “Not yet. I want to make love to you.”
She nodded, her eyes wide, locked on his. She noticed the smile lines etched on either side of his face. This was a kind man, she could see. But right now his eyes were hooded with lust, which further ignited her desire. Reaching down to his discarded trousers, Richard pulled out a little silver packet. Quickly he slipped the pre-lubricated condom over his erection as Rachel lay down on the bed.
He fell over her, his strong body pinning her down as he kissed her mouth. He touched the head of his cock to her slick entrance and Rachel moaned, shifting her body to receive him. Teasingly he held himself away, only the tip of his cock touching her wetness. He pulled back as she arched forward until his cock hovered just above her pussy. Slowly he lowered himself down again. This time he went a little farther, just entering her, making her groan.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice ripe with need.
“Please, what?” Richard teased.
Forgetting her reticence, her years of conditioned shy behavior, Rachel blurted, “Please fuck me! Please! I need it so bad!”
Rachel felt as if she had a fever. Her bared pussy was swollen and glistening. Richard plunged into her, drawing a scream of pleasure from his lover. “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she moaned, writhing and shifting beneath him, desperate to take his perfect shaft deeper and deeper inside her. His mouth covered hers in a passionate kiss as he thrust inside her. With each movement his pubic bone ground against her engorged clit. When he took her wrists, pinning her arms over her head, Rachel felt herself lifted onto the crest of a tumultuous orgasm.
His strong hands and body holding her down as he claimed her in this most primal and delicious of ways sent Rachel careening over the edge of blinding pleasure. She cried his name as she came, bucking beneath him as he held her fast. He jerked hard inside her, his body spasming its release in a series of shudders that finally subsided as he fell heavily against her.
The lovers lay still, bathed in sweat, their hearts banging against each other like drums. Finally Richard lifted himself up on his elbows and tenderly brushed the hair from Rachel’s face, smoothing her soft cheek with his finger. She smiled dreamily at him as he rolled to her side, taking her in his arms.
“Rachel,” he said softly, “I love you.”
Rachel didn’t answer immediately. Her heart actually ached with joy in her chest at his words. As the silence stretched between them, Richard became still beside her, his body tensing. She realized he was waiting for her response.
“I love you, Richard,” she answered, knowing it was the truest thing she had ever said.
Richard’s body eased and he sighed. It was a sigh of relief. Rachel realized he hadn’t taken her response at all for granted. Now he held her tight, nuzzling his cheek against her neck. She felt a great tenderness overwhelm her for the man whom she held in awe.
After a time she pulled away from Richard, who let her go. Sitting up, she drew her legs to her chin and wrapped her arms around them. Laughing with sheer joy, she said, “Man, I’m starving! I could really go for a New Orleans-style po’ boy. How ‘bout you? I know this great Cajun place not far from here, if you don’t mind eating at a dive.”
Richard laughed in turn, his eyes sparkling green in the dim light. “It sounds perfect. Do they have cold beer?”
“On tap.” She grinned back as they began to dress.
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