"I'll be gentle," he soothed. "Tell me if it's too much."
Slowly, he pushed into her again, moving gently so that she could adjust to every move. As he continued on with his mouth, she ground into his finger more, spurring him on, making him go faster.
"I want you," she said.
"Are you sure you're ready?"
Her nod was all he needed. He pulled a condom from his discarded pants, rolled it over himself, and then straightened, gripping her thighs before guiding her back onto the middle of the bed. All the while, she kissed him moving from his shoulders to his neck, and making the rest of him feel like one pulsing ball of need.
When they were settled, he reared back and stared at her naked body one more time. Gently, he took her thighs in each of his hands and spread them wide, making sure that he had the best view of her he could possibly have.
"You're incredible," he said.
"So are you." She smiled and he kissed her softly again. Then, keeping her lips on his, he gripped himself and slid between her folds.
This time, she didn't wince. Instead, she wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him deeper, pushing him into her. He wanted to follow, but knew he couldn't, not yet.
He pulled away and teased the her opening with his head, pushing in one inch at a time and then out again. It was slow, agonizing, and incredible. The way her pussy stretched to accommodate him. The way he could feel her getting wetter with every thrust.
The way he knew exactly what to do to make her let out another sweet, soft gasp.
"Please, Garret," she said, "I want all of you."
"Rachael..." he breathed her name into her ear, and then nibbled on the lobe.
"Please."
And so he did, in one swift move he buried himself to the hilt, and she moaned against him, "again."
He did as she wanted, taking control of her body by anchoring her hips with his hands and then thrusting deep and hard and slow. He was on the brink of explosion, and when she sucked the tender skin of his neck, the world went dark with need, but he tried to keep himself together.
He had to. Had to for her. For—
"Please, faster, I'm going to come." Her nails scraped down his back and he lost all control. He pistoned into her over and over, amazed at how her body moved with his without any preamble.
Her feet pushed into his ass and the sensation rippled through him and him push harder and faster still.
He needed her. Needed to give her everything. Needed—
"I'm coming." She screamed the words into his ear, but he didn't care. Instead, he tucked his hand beneath her chin and brought her lips to his. He wanted to taste them as she came. To feel her—
Her pussy clenched around his aching cock, working him so hard that he felt like he might break from the intensity, and their kiss mirrored every move. When they pushed and pulled, so did their lips, their tongue, the whole of their bodies.
It felt as though they could go on like that forever, losing themselves in each other and the coil of energy strengthening and exploding and fissioning out to every extremity.
And when the final waves of her climax began, he followed her into that sweet abyss, thrusting and pulling and kissing until he was utterly and completely spent.
After that, he wasn’t sure what to do or how long they’d lie there on top of each other.
There was only one thing he knew for sure. Now that he’d gotten into bed with Rachael Ford, he had no plan of getting out any time soon
11
The second Rachael's eyelids blinked open, she felt as if a weight had been dropped into the pit of her stomach.
Last night...
But, no. It could have been a dream, right? Like the weird pre-wedding dreams that involved her making every shrimp cocktail by hand or having to go down the aisle naked.