Sweet Water Vet: Taking Rachael Part 15

"Now, take a deep breath and let it out slowly," he coaxed.

She had to simply lie back and let it happen. The cuffs prevented much movement. She trusted him with her body and hoped that he wouldn't let her down. When she did as he bid, he pressed the slippery head of his c.o.c.k against her and gently, steadily pushed forward, parting the portal to her virgin hole. Oh, my.

"You're doing great, Rachael. Just relax, love. I'm nearly in."

He was very careful, slowly and steadily pressing forward. All the time, he watched her face.

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"Breathe, darlin', and try to relax," he coaxed in anguished chords.

As his flared c.o.c.khead pushed through, opening the tightly closed entrance muscles, Rachael almost panicked. It felt as if he were stretching and filling her beyond her capacity.

"I'm in."

The unpleasant sensation eased and she simply felt incredibly full.

He carefully inched deeper in small, pulsing increments. All the while, his face was a picture of concentration and restraint. He kissed her softly, parting her lips, lightly pus.h.i.+ng his tongue into her mouth in time to the motion of his hips. When he withdrew his tongue, she pushed hers into his mouth and began to dictate the pace. She started gently and slowly, and he followed the rhythm with his thrusts in her a.s.s.

Her body adjusted, and she soon she wanted more. She picked up the pace with her tongue, tilted her hips and moaned her pleasure. It must have convinced him that she was asking for more because he thrust faster and deeper. It was exquisite.

He broke the kiss and leaned back to gain access to her p.u.s.s.y with his hand. When he stuck two fingers into her wet depths, she cried out. He played with her c.l.i.t, rubbing, lightly pinching the hood back between his finger and thumb. Locking the screams in her throat, she still couldn't prevent the mewing noises that escaped.

"You don't have to be quiet, Rachael. No one will hear you here except me. Don't fight it, darlin', I want to hear your pleasure," he groaned.

She panted. "I'm so close, so close."

She pictured climbing a tower and reaching the top, the rickety structure wobbling and swaying, and then the inevitable collapsing, cascading down as wave after wave of molten hot pleasure swamped her. She screamed his name and thrashed beneath him as he dug himself to the hilt. She felt her pa.s.sage tighten around him. He sucked in a breath.

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"f.u.c.k. Stay still, Rachael, I don't want to blow just yet. There's more."

More? What more? But even as she thought it, she wanted it.

He stared at her with such l.u.s.t and longing that she wondered if she had conjured up a neon sign over her head saying, "f.u.c.k me any way you want to."

With what must have been supreme self-control, he waited for her o.r.g.a.s.m to subside before withdrawing his still-erect c.o.c.k.

"Now that you're stretched, I'm going to take that a.s.s of yours the way I want to. Roll over and get on your knees."

His gentle, tender tone had been replaced by a cold, commanding one. In a dreamlike, pa.s.sion-induced state, she found herself again complying, but due to the restraints, she couldn't rest on her hands, only her shoulders.

"Spread your thighs. Raise your b.u.t.t. Prepare to be mounted and ridden hard."

Oh, my G.o.d. His roughly spoken words fueled the fantasy and heightened her l.u.s.t. She felt submissive yet s.e.xy, degraded yet desired. She saw him grit his teeth, close his eyes for a second, and settle himself. He applied more lubrication into her a.s.s, lathered the puckered opening, and pushed the cold gel gently inside. This time, he pressed his slippery, hard length slowly but more forcefully through the tight ring of muscle. The angle of her body amplified his size, and she suddenly snapped out of the pa.s.sion fugue. It was not comfortable. The sensation of pain seamed with pleasure hovered in the erotic no man's land between the two. She took a sharp breath, and he stopped.

"It feels almost too much. You're so big, but it feels good. IaI don't know if..." She moaned.

He stopped for a moment to let her relax, to give her body and mind time to adjust.

"You'll take it all because you want more." He sounded harsh with l.u.s.t.

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He moved gently at first, slowly building up the pace.

"You're a naughty girl, Rachael. You like it up the a.s.s, don't you?"

When she didn't answer, he slapped her b.u.t.tocks, then grabbed her hips and pulled her firmly onto his shaft.

"Answer me."

"Yes," she hissed, her synapses snapping, overwrought with a need too great to contain.

"Do you still want more? Do you want me to f.u.c.k this sweet hole full of come?"

"Yes." Her voice quavered, and she was on the verge of the mother of all o.r.g.a.s.ms.

"Good. That's what I'm going to do."

He reached around her waist, strummed her c.l.i.t, pushed three fingers into her p.u.s.s.y, and moved them in time with his thrusting hips. He grunted and bucked harder as she jerked and thrashed, his substantial s.c.r.o.t.u.m slapping her t.w.a.t and thighs. With her face turned to one side, she could see the scene reflected in the mirror. Rachael lost control. Her hips convulsed, and she slammed back against him, driving his c.o.c.k deep to the hilt. As she howled her climax, he gave a warriors guttural roar and released his warm load deep within her with forceful, streaming pulses.

They stilled, locked together, breathing hard, unable to form coherent speech. Staying buried b.a.l.l.s deep, Joshua leaned over and undid her wrist cuffs. She pushed up onto her hands, arching and stretching out her spine like a contented, satisfied cat, snuggling her b.u.t.t into his groin. He stroked her back, b.r.e.a.s.t.s and sides. She reached between her legs and caressed his sac.

After several minutes, Rachael looked over her shoulder and smiled mischievously. She was suddenly feeling playful and energized.

"You were right about your performance being a showstopper. I can't wait for the encore, although I doubt I'll survive it." She giggled.

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"Encore? You're already thinking about an encore? Jesus, I doubt I'll survive you."

They both grinned. He sighed and cuddled closer to her.

"Thank you," she said softly, with serious sincerity. "It was amazing, and you made me feel," she wanted to say loved, "special."

He blinked, looking delighted and mildly surprised. "Thank you, too, and you are."

He slowly withdrew from her body and went to the bathroom. She waited her turn to do the same. When she emerged, she found him looking gorgeous and relaxed, reclining on the bed with his hands clasped behind his head. She straddled his hips as she sat in his lap and leaned down to trail kisses from his collarbone, up his neck, on his cheeks, nose and, finally, his mouth. She honestly felt that she would never get enough of the taste and smell of him, and she certainly couldn't imagine getting bored.

"You know, I didn't have any dessert this evening," he said with a gleam in his eye. "I want some pie."

Rachael understood. She raised herself on her knees and off his lap a little to allow him to shuffle down the bed between her thighs.

Then holding onto the headboard, she lowered herself onto his face.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we only have cream with our pie," she teased, knowing that her p.u.s.s.y was wet again.

"My favorite," he mumbled, then swiped along her slit, lapping up her juices. "It's f.u.c.king ambrosia."

He focused on her c.l.i.t, flicking and swirling with his warm, wet, talented tongue, applying the perfect pressure. Within moments, Rachael was close to o.r.g.a.s.m again. As she started to shudder and writhe, he grabbed her thighs to hold her in place.

"Oh, my G.o.d. Oh, my G.o.d. It's too much," she cried as her climax crashed down upon her and her p.u.s.s.y muscles rippled in surrender to overstimulated nerve endings. He slowed but didn't stop.

It was exquisite torture. She tried to pull away but he held her fast.

Her c.l.i.t was supersensitive. Every touch sent a spasm through her 117.

cervix into her womb and radiating outwards, flooding her body with a fire-and-ice sensation too intense to bear.

"No!" she screamed, finally ripping herself out of his grip and falling to the side.

He rolled on top of her and kissed her savagely, cutting off her protest. His face was wet with her juices, and she could taste her own essence. Urgently, he prized her legs apart and abruptly plunged his wide, long and, yet again, hard c.o.c.k deep into her up to the hilt, nudging the neck of her womb.

"Yes! f.u.c.k me," she pleaded.

He obliged, wildly pounding into her. It was a primitive, frenzied f.u.c.king. She raised her hips, lunging into his thrusts, urging him on, needing him to fill her throbbing channel. Another climax erupted, bursting out from deep within her core. He thrust hard one, two, three more times before he reared up and an o.r.g.a.s.m dragged yet more come from his b.a.l.l.s. Rachael wrapped her strong legs tightly around him and held him close as her internal muscles continued to ma.s.sage his thrumming shaft.

Panting, he collapsed on her, his hard muscles gleaming with sweat. After a few minutes, she pushed gently on his chest, and he s.h.i.+fted his weight to the side.

"Jesus, Ryden, just how much sperm do these puppies produce?"

Rachael laughed breathlessly in post-o.r.g.a.s.mic bliss while fondling his b.o.l.l.o.c.ks.

"I really don't know. We should conduct intensive field tests." He chuckled into her soft curly hair.

"Oh, no, you don't. It's past midnight, so you don't call the shots anymore, and I would like to be able to walk tomorrow."

He suddenly looked worried. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, but I know what one of your heifers feel like." She yawned and started to get up.

Joshua's eyes narrowed. "What are you doing?"

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"Er, getting up to go home," she said uncertainly, aware that he didn't look pleased.

"What do you think this is all about Rachael? Do you think it's only s.e.x to me? Is it only a good f.u.c.k to you?" He sounded cold.

"No, but I didn't want to a.s.sume....do you want me to stay the night and sleep with you?"

"Yes."

"Okay, then, don't get your knickers in a twist. I'd love to sleep over with you. Just know this: if you snore, you'll feel my elbow."

She bounced back down on the bed, feeling something akin to jubilation but trying not to show it. Joshua smiled at her indulgently.

They snuggled beneath the crisp cotton covers, and Rachael felt secure and cosseted with Joshua's big body spooned around hers. Her eyelids became heavy and she drifted off. He murmured something that sounded like "I love you," but she didn't really register the words and soon they were both enshrouded in the soft cloak of slumber.

At six o'clock in the morning, Joshua's alarm on his watch beeped irritatingly. He had forgotten to reset it. Five seconds later, it was followed by Rachael's.

"It's a conspiracy," Rachael grumbled into the pillow.

Joshua unfolded himself from around her warm body after the best night's sleep he'd had in a long time. He reached for both their watches and cancelled the persistent bleeps.

He brushed her shoulder with his lips and enjoyed the feel and sight of her in his bed. I could get used to this.

"Good morning, beautiful."

She sighed sleepily and snuggled back against him, pulling his arm tighter around her. Suddenly she stilled. He'd been discovered.

"Are you looking for something beneath the sheets because that's got to be a torch, right?"

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"Sorry, sweetheart, but that's how it is in the morning-it's just very happy to see you."

"I'm surprised that it's not shriveled in exhaustion waving a white flag."

"No, darlin'. Never around you. In fact, I'd say it wants to make a fresh a.s.sault."

Without being told, Rachael stayed on her side but moved her top leg forward, arched her back, and pressed her b.u.t.t farther against his erection. He felt her slick readiness with a hand dipped between her thighs and simply surged into her heavenly depths. Home, he was home. This time, it was a slow, unhurried pace, and afterwards they both drifted back off to sleep with Joshua still inside.

An hour later, he stirred and pulled her to his chest in a tender embrace. He leaned down, buried his face in her hair, and breathed in her fragrance. It was as if she had cast a spell on him. He felt different when she was near. He sensed that he was becoming a part of something, yet, at the same time, had never felt so whole.

"I have to go to Houston for a few days. I'm leaving at eleven.

You don't need to rush, but let's have breakfast before I leave. I feel really hungry."

"I can't think why that would be. G.o.d, you're as h.o.r.n.y as a teenager." She chuckled.

They showered together, making a more than thorough job of it.

Afterward they chatted lightly as they dressed and then left the room.

Out of the blue, a question left his lips. "I know that you're good with animals, but what about children?" Even he was surprised.

Where the h.e.l.l did that come from? He hadn't given a lot of thought to the whole family issue in the past, but in the last few days, it has surfaced in his mind.

"Goodness, when I warned that s.e.x could lead to meaningful conversation, I was actually joking, but, hey, you asked for it. I like kids. I'd love a posse of them, to be honest." She stared at him, waiting for a reaction. He was a little surprised and a lot pleased.

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She grinned. "That's odd. I was at least expecting skid marks as you ran for the hills. I thought you'd be terrified."