Part 15 (1/2)

”Now, take a deep breath and let it out slowly,” he coaxed.

She had to simply lie back and let it happen. The cuffs prevented much movement. She trusted him with her body and hoped that he wouldn't let her down. When she did as he bid, he pressed the slippery head of his c.o.c.k against her and gently, steadily pushed forward, parting the portal to her virgin hole. Oh, my.

”You're doing great, Rachael. Just relax, love. I'm nearly in.”

He was very careful, slowly and steadily pressing forward. All the time, he watched her face.

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”Breathe, darlin', and try to relax,” he coaxed in anguished chords.

As his flared c.o.c.khead pushed through, opening the tightly closed entrance muscles, Rachael almost panicked. It felt as if he were stretching and filling her beyond her capacity.

”I'm in.”

The unpleasant sensation eased and she simply felt incredibly full.

He carefully inched deeper in small, pulsing increments. All the while, his face was a picture of concentration and restraint. He kissed her softly, parting her lips, lightly pus.h.i.+ng his tongue into her mouth in time to the motion of his hips. When he withdrew his tongue, she pushed hers into his mouth and began to dictate the pace. She started gently and slowly, and he followed the rhythm with his thrusts in her a.s.s.

Her body adjusted, and she soon she wanted more. She picked up the pace with her tongue, tilted her hips and moaned her pleasure. It must have convinced him that she was asking for more because he thrust faster and deeper. It was exquisite.

He broke the kiss and leaned back to gain access to her p.u.s.s.y with his hand. When he stuck two fingers into her wet depths, she cried out. He played with her c.l.i.t, rubbing, lightly pinching the hood back between his finger and thumb. Locking the screams in her throat, she still couldn't prevent the mewing noises that escaped.

”You don't have to be quiet, Rachael. No one will hear you here except me. Don't fight it, darlin', I want to hear your pleasure,” he groaned.

She panted. ”I'm so close, so close.”

She pictured climbing a tower and reaching the top, the rickety structure wobbling and swaying, and then the inevitable collapsing, cascading down as wave after wave of molten hot pleasure swamped her. She screamed his name and thrashed beneath him as he dug himself to the hilt. She felt her pa.s.sage tighten around him. He sucked in a breath.

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”f.u.c.k. Stay still, Rachael, I don't want to blow just yet. There's more.”

More? What more? But even as she thought it, she wanted it.

He stared at her with such l.u.s.t and longing that she wondered if she had conjured up a neon sign over her head saying, ”f.u.c.k me any way you want to.”

With what must have been supreme self-control, he waited for her o.r.g.a.s.m to subside before withdrawing his still-erect c.o.c.k.

”Now that you're stretched, I'm going to take that a.s.s of yours the way I want to. Roll over and get on your knees.”

His gentle, tender tone had been replaced by a cold, commanding one. In a dreamlike, pa.s.sion-induced state, she found herself again complying, but due to the restraints, she couldn't rest on her hands, only her shoulders.

”Spread your thighs. Raise your b.u.t.t. Prepare to be mounted and ridden hard.”

Oh, my G.o.d. His roughly spoken words fueled the fantasy and heightened her l.u.s.t. She felt submissive yet s.e.xy, degraded yet desired. She saw him grit his teeth, close his eyes for a second, and settle himself. He applied more lubrication into her a.s.s, lathered the puckered opening, and pushed the cold gel gently inside. This time, he pressed his slippery, hard length slowly but more forcefully through the tight ring of muscle. The angle of her body amplified his size, and she suddenly snapped out of the pa.s.sion fugue. It was not comfortable. The sensation of pain seamed with pleasure hovered in the erotic no man's land between the two. She took a sharp breath, and he stopped.

”It feels almost too much. You're so big, but it feels good. IaI don't know if...” She moaned.

He stopped for a moment to let her relax, to give her body and mind time to adjust.

”You'll take it all because you want more.” He sounded harsh with l.u.s.t.

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He moved gently at first, slowly building up the pace.

”You're a naughty girl, Rachael. You like it up the a.s.s, don't you?”

When she didn't answer, he slapped her b.u.t.tocks, then grabbed her hips and pulled her firmly onto his shaft.

”Answer me.”

”Yes,” she hissed, her synapses snapping, overwrought with a need too great to contain.

”Do you still want more? Do you want me to f.u.c.k this sweet hole full of come?”

”Yes.” Her voice quavered, and she was on the verge of the mother of all o.r.g.a.s.ms.

”Good. That's what I'm going to do.”

He reached around her waist, strummed her c.l.i.t, pushed three fingers into her p.u.s.s.y, and moved them in time with his thrusting hips. He grunted and bucked harder as she jerked and thrashed, his substantial s.c.r.o.t.u.m slapping her t.w.a.t and thighs. With her face turned to one side, she could see the scene reflected in the mirror. Rachael lost control. Her hips convulsed, and she slammed back against him, driving his c.o.c.k deep to the hilt. As she howled her climax, he gave a warriors guttural roar and released his warm load deep within her with forceful, streaming pulses.

They stilled, locked together, breathing hard, unable to form coherent speech. Staying buried b.a.l.l.s deep, Joshua leaned over and undid her wrist cuffs. She pushed up onto her hands, arching and stretching out her spine like a contented, satisfied cat, snuggling her b.u.t.t into his groin. He stroked her back, b.r.e.a.s.t.s and sides. She reached between her legs and caressed his sac.

After several minutes, Rachael looked over her shoulder and smiled mischievously. She was suddenly feeling playful and energized.

”You were right about your performance being a showstopper. I can't wait for the encore, although I doubt I'll survive it.” She giggled.

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”Encore? You're already thinking about an encore? Jesus, I doubt I'll survive you.”

They both grinned. He sighed and cuddled closer to her.

”Thank you,” she said softly, with serious sincerity. ”It was amazing, and you made me feel,” she wanted to say loved, ”special.”

He blinked, looking delighted and mildly surprised. ”Thank you, too, and you are.”

He slowly withdrew from her body and went to the bathroom. She waited her turn to do the same. When she emerged, she found him looking gorgeous and relaxed, reclining on the bed with his hands clasped behind his head. She straddled his hips as she sat in his lap and leaned down to trail kisses from his collarbone, up his neck, on his cheeks, nose and, finally, his mouth. She honestly felt that she would never get enough of the taste and smell of him, and she certainly couldn't imagine getting bored.

”You know, I didn't have any dessert this evening,” he said with a gleam in his eye. ”I want some pie.”

Rachael understood. She raised herself on her knees and off his lap a little to allow him to shuffle down the bed between her thighs.

Then holding onto the headboard, she lowered herself onto his face.

”I'm sorry, sir, but we only have cream with our pie,” she teased, knowing that her p.u.s.s.y was wet again.