Part 11 (1/2)

She pushed back against him. He took that as a cue to lengthen his strokes but maintained a slow pace, which allowed her to undulate her hips. She tried to reach back to clasp his b.a.l.l.s but he stopped her hand.

”Uh-uh, I don't need any more stimulation than you're giving me, darlin'. I want this to last.” He wasn't about to blow his load like a young buck desperate for a f.u.c.k. Who was he trying to kid? Fact of the matter was that he was desperate, and it took all of his self-discipline not to ravish her.

He pushed his thumb as far as it would go into her and worked it back and forth in time with the slow pumping of his c.o.c.k. Then he stopped and wound an arm around her waist to guide her to an upright 86 position. Her muscles tightened around his hand and c.o.c.k, adjusting to the new angle of penetration.

”Put one arm around my neck.”

She reached up and back to comply. He kissed her nape and ran his free hand over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, stomach and mound before alighting on her c.l.i.t, which he caressed with a light circular motion. He wanted her to come one more time before they found release together. She began to tremble as he increased the pressure of his finger.

”Oh G.o.d, oh G.o.d, Joshua,” she screamed as she ground down on his thumb and c.o.c.k, drawing him deeper with strong silky muscles clasping his length. He stilled, waited until the initial ripples subsided, then slowly bent her forward again, only farther than before, so that she was resting low on her shoulders with her a.s.s high. It was a totally submissive position, leaving him highly aroused.

He removed his thumb slowly, and she gasped as her muscles closed behind it. Wiping himself on the washcloth, he then ran his hands over her a.s.s. The sight of her presented this way excited him more than he could have imagined. He was filled with carnal l.u.s.t.

Grabbing hold of her hips, he withdrew almost completely from her p.u.s.s.y and then plunged forward, impaling her hard and deep. He felt his c.o.c.khead b.u.t.t the end of her cervix.

”Oh, you're so big,” she cried, moving back to grind herself on him. He began to forcibly thrust into her, picking up the pace, ramming her with his c.o.c.k. Their grunts and groans and the sound of his b.a.l.l.s slapping her a.s.s filled the room.

”Is-this-the-f.u.c.king-you-wanted?” he ground out with each powerful stroke.

He barely heard her reply through the pounding of blood in his ears, her panting, and her cries of pleasure. She pushed back, meeting his thrusts, urging him on.

”Answer me,” he commanded.

”Yes-f.u.c.k-yes, it's more,” she cried.

”You are mine. Say it.”

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”Yes.”

”Say it.”

”Yes, yours. I'm yours,” she howled, shuddering with o.r.g.a.s.mic spasms of release.

”Rachael!” His guttural reciprocating roar drowned out all other noise as he shot copious amounts of c.u.m into her womb. He clasped her to him as her c.u.n.t ma.s.saged his c.o.c.k with powerful contractions, the likes of which he had never before experienced. It took him over the edge to oblivion and his world wheeled around. As he pulsed, he felt as if he had died and gone to heaven-his piece of heaven, Rachael.

Unable to stand, he collapsed onto the bed, his sweat-covered body over hers, remembering just in time to take the weight on his arms and not her back. Still deep inside, he held her closer and they remained that way for several minutes, slowly regaining their breath, clearing their l.u.s.t-fogged minds, coming down to earth.

Eventually, he s.h.i.+fted and rolled onto his side, taking Rachael with him. He kissed her shoulder and neck, drowsily playing with her nearly dry curls while she stroked his leg that was over her hip and entwined her fingers with his. She snoozed for a little while and he enjoyed the simple pleasure of holding her close.

Rachael's stomach rumbled.

”Someone's hungry.”

His voice brought her back to full consciousness. Neither of them had eaten much earlier that morning, and it was now pa.s.sed midday.

”Man cannot live on s.e.x alone,” she misquoted with a satisfied sigh.

”Unfortunately. Do you have any food in?”

”A little. Enough for a snack, I need to stock up.”

”Okay, you prepare the food. I'll make the coffee, and we'll have that talk you mentioned earlier.”

”Sounds like a plan, but I'll just take another quick shower.”

He raised his eyebrow.

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”Alone, or we'll never get fed.” She scowled playfully.

”Okay, I'll get in when you've finished.”

He slipped out of her and planted a kiss on her cheek before moving to the bathroom and wrapping a towel around his waist.

Rachael couldn't keep her eyes off him, he noticed with satisfaction.

She climbed off the bed and brushed past him as she headed to the shower. He grabbed her wrist and openly appraised her naked body.

”You are a beautiful woman, Miss Harrison.”

He felt his libido stir again, even after such a thorough sating.

”Why, thank you, Mr. Ryden, sir,” she said in her best imitation of a Southern Bell and turned toward the cubicle. She chuckled, then yelped, as he swatted her a.s.s.

Rachael marvelled at how familiar and comfortable it felt to have him there with her. They sat at her small dining table eating hastily a.s.sembled bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwiches. She wore a bathrobe, and he had a towel wrapped around his waist. He had asked her lots of questions about her life in England, her family, her work, and about what she liked to do in her spare time. She found that she enjoyed telling him, relating funny stories and describing her friends.

She realized that behind the slow Texan drawl was a quick mind keeping pace with her thoughts and that he was able to discuss a wide range of topics. He was a good listener and seemed genuinely interested in her.

She didn't pry too much into his life, but he seemed to open up and talk freely with her about himself. She was pleasantly surprised at how easily he smiled and laughed with her. It was a side she suspected others didn't see much. It was hard to reconcile the relaxed man at her table with the stern, granite-faced cattle rancher.

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