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 muscles, gripping me until I pounded into her and thrust frantically, wild and abandoned as I emptied into her, lashing streams of hot cum inside her pulsing core.
I worked my cock with my fist and bowed up off the bed as I came hard and silently. It was a poor imitation of the tight, pink pussy I imagined, a poor imitation of Rachel coming around my erection. I was left tired but unsatisfied. Because I didn’t want to jerk off to thoughts of Rachel. I wanted to bury myself between her legs and spend myself inside her sweet, curvy body. My hands itched to be filled with her hips, her breasts, that ass. It had taken nothing more than the sight of another man grabbing her to make me want to possess her, protect her as my own. To take years of latent attraction and ignite a wildfire.
I needed to get control of myself before I went and did something stupid.
5
Rachel
I set the cherry cheesecake in the cooler in the back and went and added that to the list of daily pies. I finished writing it with a flourish of bright yellow chalk when Hugh, my boss, approached me.
“You got a minute, Rach?” he asked.
Hugh had been my employer since I was sixteen years old. He did not chat. He did not converse. He did not talk to me unless there was an absolute necessity. He made a schedule and posted it in the back and if you had a problem, you let him know. His somewhat conversational tone, had me on edge.