They were groin to groin. Rachel was taking her pleasure as much
as she was receiving it.
She pulled him down to kiss her. Perspiration
glistened off of both their bodies. The air was permeated with sex, their
combined essence an aphrodisiac.
“You’re so tight, sweetheart,
squeezing my cock.” He panted between each plunge. Their breathing was hard and
laboured as they fucked harder and faster. Paul felt Rachel on the verge of
another climax. Her pussy tightened around him, getting slicker with every hard
slam inside her. Paul held off his own release giving her time to climax again.
The slapping of flesh meeting wet
flesh echoed around the room. He glanced down to where they were joined. The
condom over his cock was coated with her juice. He watched himself penetrate
her and felt her cunt pulsing, tightening around his cock. Watching and feeling
was too much for him. Slamming inside her one final time Paul shot his sperm
into the waiting condom. They both cried out as Rachel climaxed once again.
They had come together. He wrapped his arms around her tightly.
Spent, Paul collapsed on top of her.
The only sound in the room was their combined pants. In all of his life he’d
never felt anything so amazing or wonderful. Rachel had been with him on every
level. After the first initial cause of pain, everything had been different. He
felt different with her. He could not find the right words to describe the
feelings running through him at the moment, even being an experienced man. There
was happiness, joy, completion, and wholeness, and they were just a few words
he could think of. The woman in his arms owned him. There was no going back.
Mitch could do and say whatever the hell he liked. Paul was not letting her go,
not even for his friend. Rachel completed him.
Paul moved off her afraid he was
hurting her with his size. Holding her in his arms, he never wanted to let her
go. Through his adult years he had plenty of bed partners and enjoyed a good
sex life, but never in all that time had he felt so complete. Rachel was the
one who made him feel so whole and happy. This woman held him in the palm of
her hand.
How could he even look at another
woman when this desirable, giving, and caring woman was with him?
Her happiness was the only thing
that mattered to him. The mere thought of her walking away from him caused
intense pain to erupt inside his chest. Rachel was his, and nothing was going
to change that. He lifted his head to look into her eyes. Paul swallowed past
the lump as she smiled at him “Did I hurt you much?” he asked in a whisper.
Rachel shook her head, covered her
lips and closed her eyes.
Paul waited a little longer.
“Rachel?” He went to shake her when he realised she had fallen asleep in that
short time.
Shaking his head, he pulled away
from her and was careful not to wake her. He lifted her into his arms and
pulled the blanket from under her before placing her back onto the bed. The
blanket had a few stains of blood, and he saw specks of blood covered her
thighs. He went and got a small bowl of warm water and a cloth from the
bathroom. When he returned he cleaned away the evidence of her virginity along
with the cream of her release.
She mumbled in her sleep while he
cleaned her. He finished quickly so he didn’t wake her. He took the bowl back
to the bathroom, changed the sheet for a fresh one, and joined her in bed.
It was late, and he couldn’t get to sleep.
He spent the time watching her sleep. She looked so peaceful in slumber. Stroking
her hair, he cuddled up next to her and finally drifted off to a comforting
sleep. His woman was in his bed wrapped in his arms.
What more could he wish for?
Chapter Eleven
Being poked in the side was not a
fun way to be woken up, and Rachel was ready to snarl at whoever had woken her
out of a blissful dream. Whoever it was who’d woken her up was about to feel her
early morning wrath. Opening her eyes she searched for the culprit. Her
memories of
as she was receiving it.
She pulled him down to kiss her. Perspiration
glistened off of both their bodies. The air was permeated with sex, their
combined essence an aphrodisiac.
“You’re so tight, sweetheart,
squeezing my cock.” He panted between each plunge. Their breathing was hard and
laboured as they fucked harder and faster. Paul felt Rachel on the verge of
another climax. Her pussy tightened around him, getting slicker with every hard
slam inside her. Paul held off his own release giving her time to climax again.
The slapping of flesh meeting wet
flesh echoed around the room. He glanced down to where they were joined. The
condom over his cock was coated with her juice. He watched himself penetrate
her and felt her cunt pulsing, tightening around his cock. Watching and feeling
was too much for him. Slamming inside her one final time Paul shot his sperm
into the waiting condom. They both cried out as Rachel climaxed once again.
They had come together. He wrapped his arms around her tightly.
Spent, Paul collapsed on top of her.
The only sound in the room was their combined pants. In all of his life he’d
never felt anything so amazing or wonderful. Rachel had been with him on every
level. After the first initial cause of pain, everything had been different. He
felt different with her. He could not find the right words to describe the
feelings running through him at the moment, even being an experienced man. There
was happiness, joy, completion, and wholeness, and they were just a few words
he could think of. The woman in his arms owned him. There was no going back.
Mitch could do and say whatever the hell he liked. Paul was not letting her go,
not even for his friend. Rachel completed him.
Paul moved off her afraid he was
hurting her with his size. Holding her in his arms, he never wanted to let her
go. Through his adult years he had plenty of bed partners and enjoyed a good
sex life, but never in all that time had he felt so complete. Rachel was the
one who made him feel so whole and happy. This woman held him in the palm of
her hand.
How could he even look at another
woman when this desirable, giving, and caring woman was with him?
Her happiness was the only thing
that mattered to him. The mere thought of her walking away from him caused
intense pain to erupt inside his chest. Rachel was his, and nothing was going
to change that. He lifted his head to look into her eyes. Paul swallowed past
the lump as she smiled at him “Did I hurt you much?” he asked in a whisper.
Rachel shook her head, covered her
lips and closed her eyes.
Paul waited a little longer.
“Rachel?” He went to shake her when he realised she had fallen asleep in that
short time.
Shaking his head, he pulled away
from her and was careful not to wake her. He lifted her into his arms and
pulled the blanket from under her before placing her back onto the bed. The
blanket had a few stains of blood, and he saw specks of blood covered her
thighs. He went and got a small bowl of warm water and a cloth from the
bathroom. When he returned he cleaned away the evidence of her virginity along
with the cream of her release.
She mumbled in her sleep while he
cleaned her. He finished quickly so he didn’t wake her. He took the bowl back
to the bathroom, changed the sheet for a fresh one, and joined her in bed.
It was late, and he couldn’t get to sleep.
He spent the time watching her sleep. She looked so peaceful in slumber. Stroking
her hair, he cuddled up next to her and finally drifted off to a comforting
sleep. His woman was in his bed wrapped in his arms.
What more could he wish for?
Chapter Eleven
Being poked in the side was not a
fun way to be woken up, and Rachel was ready to snarl at whoever had woken her
out of a blissful dream. Whoever it was who’d woken her up was about to feel her
early morning wrath. Opening her eyes she searched for the culprit. Her
memories of
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