She’d tell me where she lived, that it was closer than my place. We’d drive there, with her pressed to my side, my hand on her knee, rubbing suggestively, just savoring the lines and curves of her and looking forward to having those legs wrapped around me. Rachel would grab my hand and pull me toward her little house, unlock the door.
I’d slide my hand beneath her ponytail, cupping the nape of her neck. I’d kiss her then, and I’d feel her melt in my arms, consumed y the breathless chemistry between us, the attraction neither one of us bothered to deny any longer. Her fingers would find the hem of my shirt and push it up, running her hands over my abs and chest, making me feel a trail of tingling sparks across my flesh wherever she touched me. I’d help her pull off my shirt and then I’d pull hers off, too, then throw it aside, gliding my big hands up her bare back, unfastening her bra so her full breasts spilled out, bigger and rounder even than I’d imagined. Overcome, I’d bury my face in them, caress her with my hands, kiss and lick her, rolling those responsive, rosy nipples in my fingers. When I caught a nipple in my mouth, sucking it hard, taking as much of her breast as I could, she’d moan and push her fingers through my hair, gripping me to keep me in place where she was enjoying the pleasure. I could feel the flex of her stomach as a shudder ran through her. My hand would roll over her belly and dive into her jeans, sliding right down the front, cupping her sex, her folds slippery and hot already. I’d groan at the proof of her arousal and drop to my knees. In moments I’d have her jeans off and my mouth between those lush, fleshy thighs, lapping at her clit, tracing her sex with the tip of my tongue and then fingering her, working her over with the teasing pet of my knuckles and the backs of my fingers stroking over her opening and then just one finger breaching her. I’d make her cant her hips and grind into me, begging for more sensation, more pressure, more invasion from my touch.
Then I’d guide her to the bed and stretch her out before me, stripped and aching for me. I’d take my time, kissing her behind the knee, up the inner thigh where she was sensitive. I’d watch the perfect flush of her sex as she gleamed with more wetness. Her hands would move restlessly on her own belly. I’d catch one hand and kiss her fingers, suck one into my mouth, and watch her head go back at the sensation, the eroticism of it. Because I was seducing Rachel, inch by inch, with no rush, no goal but to savor every moment of having her in every way I possibly could until morning.
Rachel would not lie there, passive. She’d reach for me, grapple with me, sit up and wrap her arms around my neck and plead with me to take her, to fill her, to stop driving her crazy. “That’s half the fun,” I’d say slyly and bite the place where her shoulder met her neck and feel the pleasure roll through her at that. Her nails would score my back then, and it would nearly make me spend myself on the sheets because the force of her need matched my own. I’d taste her mouth, kiss her chin and neck, and work my hands between her legs again, priming her, fingering her until she was pulsing around my two fingers, buried in her up to the last knuckle, tight and milking me and crying out. She’d come so hard, drenching my hand, that I’d groan in sympathy and feel my stomach muscles tighten, my body going hard all over, tense and ready.
I’d flip her over on her stomach, lift her hips and rock them back toward me. She’d still be trembling from ecstasy, and she’d look back over her shoulder at me in question.
“I want you this way. It’s going to feel so good for you, I swear,” I said. “Trust me. I’ll make it good.”
“I trust you, baby,” she’d say, her voice breathy, eyes still glazed with pleasure.
I’d unzip my jeans, my cock springing forward, released from the painful restriction of my pants. I’d notch the head of my cock at the opening of her sex, my hands groping her sweet, round ass. I ran my hands up her spine, kissed the small of her back, just ready to glut myself on her body, greed and gratification running hot in my blood. I’d thrust forward, just a little, and find that she was so wet from before, so turned on for me that I could penetrate her easily. I’d slide my full length into her body, watching my cock go in, seeing her flushed pussy consume me. The sight so erotic that it made my mouth go dry. I’d work into her, tunnel into her clenching, weeping core. She’d push back, wanton and needy, grunting with a primal gratification at how deep I went, how thick I was. Her fists would clench in the sheets. She’d bite the pillow trying to hold off against the powerful waves of pleasure building again in her body so soon. I’d feel the tremor in her thighs. I’d reach between us and finger her clit, setting her off in a wild, screaming orgasm that clamped down her inner
