by Sam Crescent
“You look so perfect pleasing yourself. I’d love to come home finding you like this. I would know you’re my woman. You give me great pleasure to see you pleasuring yourself. Exploring your own body, making your own body the instrument it needs.” He moved to a kneeling position at the bottom of the bed. His nearness offered her comfort.
“It feels so good, Paul,” she said, running her fingers through her pubic hair feeling the sensation they caused.
“Your cream is thick and oozing out, getting you ready to be fucked hard. Your nipples are erect and pulsing red because of me. Your whole body is screaming at me, Rachel. It’s screaming at me to take my cock and fuck that sweet, tight virgin pussy and make you my woman completely. I can still taste you on my tongue, but it’s not enough. I need more. I’m a greedy bastard.” His words echoed around her mind. Nothing he said scared her. She wanted him to fuck her so bad.
“I want you so much. Please fuck me. I promise it’s what I want, and I hate begging, but I’ll beg you if you need me to.” She paused with a finger on her clit. Staring at him she waited for him to shake his head. They’d gotten naked before, and Paul hadn’t crossed that line with her then. Rachel didn’t want to assume this time would be any different.
“Come for me, baby. I want to see you lose control at your own hand. Once you’ve brought yourself over the peak I’ll fuck you and make you mine.”
Rachel fingered her clit bringing herself closer and closer to her peak.
“Look at you. You’re so close and desperate to feel me inside you.” She imagined it was his hand between her thighs. Rachel caressed her clit, shocked to feel another orgasm on the horizon. After climaxing once already she hadn’t expected to come so quickly. She was so close. Gasping, she let him know she was coming, and then she erupted onto her fingers. Rachel screamed into the air, not holding anything back.
The pleasure was multiplied at knowing Paul was watching and what he was going to do after she came. Once she collapsed back onto the bed, Rachel forced her eyes open to look for Paul. He was tearing open a condom and rolling it onto his shaft.
“You’re going to bring yourself to orgasm plenty more times,” he said.
He uncapped the tube of tube, and she watched him smear the clear substance all over his covered cock.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked. “Once I thrust inside you there’s no turning back. I’ll be the one to claim your virginity.”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything. I want you, Paul. It has always been about you.”
He nodded.
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Watching Rachel come apart with her own hand would stay permanently embedded in his mind. The wonder that crossed her face was addictive to watch. She was better than any porn film he’d watched over the years. Coating his latex-covered cock with the lube, Paul moved between her legs. He grabbed a pillow for under her bum. “It should make it easier for you.”
He watched her swallow and jerk her head in an action that resembled a nod. “Watch me fuck you, Rachel,” he said.
Rachel’s pupils were dilated with arousal. She got turned on by his talking to her about what he wanted to do to her.
Taking hold of his shaft in one hand, he rested his other on her hip in order to steady her. He stared down at where her cunt waited. Paul sensed her gaze on him. He couldn’t look at her. First he needed to claim her innocence before staring at her.
She lay against his pillows, and he’d done everything he could to make her comfortable.
“You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever known.” They were not lines he was saying. For Rachel, they were the truth. Paul needed for her to know that.
Rachel stroked his cheek. Still he didn’t look at her. “Thank you for saying those things. Now, fuck me, bad boy.”
He growled at her command. Paul positioned his cock at her entrance, glancing up into her eyes for a split second. In that short bit of time he saw the look of love and trust shining in her hazel depths. She clearly didn’t know what was about to happen. All the women he’d known they had talked about their first time being painful. He’d taken so many precautions, but he was large, and in comparison to his width, her cunt was small.
“Forgive me,” he said. Without any time for her to question him or turn away, Paul tensed and slammed inside her creamy pussy. He made the first thrust hard and deep so he wasn’t prolonging the penetration. Paul felt the barrier of her virginity, but he didn’t give himself time to enjoy the primal satisfaction of being the first man inside her. He stopped inside her when there was no more of him to go in.
He heard her scream, and her body tensed up underneath him. Her nails sank into the flesh of his arms. Paul rested his head in the curve of her neck, feeling her pussy constrict around his cock. She was so damn tight. He knew he was going to hurt her. The lube he’d applied seconds before didn’t seem to help at all.
“I’m so sorry, Rachel.” He lifted his head to see her eyes held unshed tears. “I’m sorry, baby—”
Rachel cut him off with a trembling finger over his lips. “Stop.”
“I hurt you.” He wanted to chop his own dick off for the pain he’d caused.
“You said it was going to hurt, and I knew it was. I’m not stupid, nor am I a virgin anymore. Be the man you’ve warned me about, and fuck me, Paul.” Her voice rose with each word she spoke.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he said.
She stuck her tongue out. “You’re the one being a pussy.”
“But the pain!” Paul could not bear the thought of hurting her. This type of pain he had no control over, unlike when he nibbled on her clit and nipples.
“Paul, fuck me. Make love to me. You feel amazing, so big, and I feel full. Please, I’m begging you, and you’re already inside me. Fuck me, please, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” She repeated the words over and over again. Paul chuckled at her clear obsession for him to fuck her.
Paul did not need any more convincing. Holding onto her hips he pulled back so that only the head of his cock was lodged at her entrance, and then he thrust all the way back in. This time there was no cry of pain, and she didn’t tense up. Her gaze was on him at all times. He possessed her body, taking her virginity and bringing her pleasure.
“Move your hips in time with me.” She started to move her hips, and Paul saw the excitement return to her eyes. Until he’d told her what to do she was simply lying underneath him.
He watched the pleasure flit across her face. Her hands stroked down his back to cup his ass. Rachel was the first woman he liked grabbing his ass. She pulled him into her, and the walls of her pussy fluttered. The condom he wore obstructed some of the feeling but not enough for him to be mournful. He was hoping there would come a time when he could take her without the condom.
That would be some time. First, he wanted to enjoy her. He’d been pining after her for so long that for now, he was going to take his time having her.
She was drawing closer to another orgasm, and it was intoxicating to watch. He felt her gaze deep down into his heart and soul. They fit together perfectly. His cock thrust into her cunt, her cream making it easier for him. The lube had helped his possession of her. Knowing she was creaming made his fucking her easier.
Her hips lifted up to meet each of his thrusts. 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 last night came rushing back to her. Rolling over she saw Paul with his eyes open waiting for her. She smiled instead of snarling at him. Paul was resting his head in one hand while the other stroked her hair.
“Morning, sleepy-head,” he said, chuckling and leaning down to kiss her lips. She moaned when he pulled away.
Stretching out her muscles she winced as she became aware of her aching muscles and the soreness between her thighs.
“Are you sore?” he asked. The concern he felt was written on his face.
Rachel nodded, feeling a little embarrassed.
“Why were you poking me?” she asked, quickly in an attempt to change the subject.
“Poking you?” He frowned.
“Yes. I felt something poking me in my side—”
He started to laugh before she had even finished.
“What?” she asked, laughing with him.
“I wasn’t poking you. Let’s just say I’m very happy to be waking beside you. It’s a good reason for me to poke you.”
She was confused. Why would there ever be a good reason to poke someone? He lifted the bed covers and pointed at the obvious reason.
“Oh!” There had to be a blush filling her checks and rushing over her entire body. A large erection was the thing poking into her side. He was rock-hard first thing in the morning.
“Don’t worry about it. I figured you’d be too sore to do anything. I’m used to waking up like this, and I’ll take care of it when I’m in the shower.” His consideration touched her. He cared enough to leave her alone until she was no longer sore.
“I love you,” she said, overcome by emotion. She could not keep her feelings hidden anymore.
Paul cupped her cheek and kissed her deeply on the mouth. “I love you, too.” He claimed her mouth again. “Last night was the best night of my life.”
“You don’t have to say that if you don’t mean it. I was a virgin, but I’m sure I could get better.” She thought last night had been amazing. Apart from the first initial pain everything else had been perfect. She couldn’t have asked for a better first time.
“Look at me, Rachel.” He took her chin between his fingers. “I love you, and last night was the best night ever. I will never lie to you about that.”
“Thank you. I thought it was pretty great as well,” she said with tears escaping down her cheeks. Rachel didn’t understand why she was crying. She was so happy.
“I’ve been waiting for you most of my life. My biggest regret was not fighting Mitch over you. When we were younger and you stopped tagging along with us, I missed you. I never minded when Mitch had to babysit you. I’ve cared about you for a long time, Rachel, and that’s the truth. More recently I’ve felt that my feelings for you have developed. I love you with my whole heart.” He held her attention. His words touched her heart so deeply. How could she ever have doubted his feelings? It was like he was two different people. The first person was what the outside world expected him to be whereas the second person was the loving guy she’d grown up with.
“I love you so much.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, taking possession of his lips as she did. “I love you, love you, love you,” she said in between kisses. She felt so happy, and his delighted laughter cheered her.
If she’d known her simple request for him to teach her about sex would have produced such honesty about their feelings she would have done it the night of her eighteenth birthday. They’d wasted so much time together.
Rachel tried to get him to make love to her, but he wasn’t having any of it. Instead of making love to her, which was what she wanted, he carried her through to the bathroom. She watched him run her a nice warm bath with beautiful smelling salts. Once he was done, Paul’s attention didn’t stop there. He lowered her into the water and then climbed in behind her. Paul took over everything. He bathed her thoroughly, washing the night’s loving from her skin. With his careful attention she felt loved. She snuggled against his muscled chest lapping up his attention. No matter how much she tried to urge him to take her, Paul refused. He put an arm between them telling her that he didn’t want to add to her soreness.
“Don’t you want me?” she asked, pouting as he got out of the bath and dried himself.
“I always want you, and you know it.” He gathered another towel and carefully lifted her from the water and slowly dried her. “We have all the time in the world to have sex and make love, and we will when the soreness has gone. It will be much better for both of us.” He would not budge, and in truth she loved the fact he was waiting until she was properly healed to enjoy it.
“You’re amazing.” She giggled as he dried off her feet then covered her mouth. Rachel hadn’t giggled in a long time.
“Still have ticklish feet?” he asked, smiling wickedly.
Rachel refused to answer allowing him to dry her body.
“I’m going to take you ho
me before I go to the garage. I want you to pack some stuff and come live with me.”
That surprised her.
“You want me to come and live with you permanently?” she asked, genuinely shocked.
“Yes, I want you with me, Rachel. It’s not like we’re strangers to each other. We’ve known each other our whole lives. Your brother is my best friend. This is what we both want.”
“Are you sure? This is a huge step, and I understand if you need more time.” She put her jeans on and threw one of his shirts over her head, dressing as fast as she could. Her heart was pounding inside her chest.
Paul caught her to him. “I’ve never been more sure of anything else. I want you living with me. We’ve already wasted enough time as it is. I don’t want to waste any more.”
Moving in was a huge step, one she had only ever imagined, but one she wanted nonetheless.
“Okay, I’ll move in with you. Only if you’re sure.”
“I’m sure.”
She wouldn’t argue with him. Rachel wanted this as well. To some people they would be moving fast, but to her there was no time like the present. They ate breakfast together, and then she climbed into his truck. She would leave her car at his place and spend most of the day packing her stuff. He climbed into the driver’s side and started the truck up.
On the way to her house she was so happy that she couldn’t imagine anything going wrong.
Once they were there Paul got out of the truck and escorted her to the front door.
“What time will you be picking me up?” she asked, turning into his arms. Paul wrapped his arms around her waist, and she banded hers around his neck.
“How about five? I’ll shut up early, and we could get some takeout and a movie? I doubt you’ll be wanting meatballs again.” Paul smiled down at her.
“No to the meatballs. I’ll teach you some new things to cook. Takeout and a movie sound great. Chinese or fried chicken, I’m happy with either?” She figured they would get to watch the movie this time as Paul clearly wasn’t going to make love to her again.
