Rachel sat on the porch steps leading to her house waiting for him. The front yard was overflowing with grass. Glancing over at the length Rachel decided she'd cut it tomorrow. There was no way she was getting all sweaty before Paul arrived. Was she supposed to go to him? She hadn't phoned him to find out if he wanted her to go to him.
Crap, she wasn't used to this.
None of the guys she'd grown up with had ever approached her. All of this was too new. Staring up at the stars she wondered if she could really go through with this. Could she let Paul teach her about sex knowing in her heart, he only cared for her, not loved her?
Don't back down now.
I've come too far to let everything go.
Thinking about the kiss the night before, her body quivered in a mixture of excitement and fear. His passion was far more extreme than she ever imagined. The way his lips nipped at hers along with the grip of his hand in her hair was intoxicating. Her excitement built at the prospect of what they were about to do. She did not want to mess their time up. One wrong move and he'd scarper. Paul was putting his friendship with Mitch on the line for her.
Once she settled into bed last night she couldn't get Paul and his passion out of mind. Rachel didn't have a clue what to expect, and she wouldn't get any answers from her questions without asking him. The one thing she could guarantee was to trust him.
Cutting thoughts of him with other women out of her mind, Rachel returned her gaze to the gate.
Shaking her head at her waiting, Rachel made her way back into her house. She would appear too eager waiting for him on her front porch. Moving to her kitchen, she washed out her cup before going through to her sitting room and collapsing on the sofa.
She resisted the urge to bite her nails as the time went by. Nerves were nipping at her demanding that she cancel everything planned with Paul.
The bravery of last night vanished, and what was left was a nervous pathetic excuse of a woman.
Should she run, get out of there as fast as she could without being detected?
Why am I running?
I love Paul.
I want to be with him.
Running is not the answer.
Keeping her butt on the sofa she waited as the time ticked on by.
Her nerves turned to impatience.
When was he going to get there?
Tapping her fingers on the sofa her impatience grew. It was only a little after seven. Mitch had phoned earlier in the day to ask how she was doing.
Mitch advised her to go to Paul if she needed anything. At the time she'd been taking a drink of coffee, which ended up all over the counter.
The time went by, and she got up from the sofa and started to pace the hallway, looking into the sitting room as her gaze strayed to the clock. Would he even bother coming? Her thoughts were getting more erratic as the time went on.
Had he even given her a time other than night?
God, she was a mess. Pacing, practically rubbing out the carpet waiting for the guy she had waited on for most of her life.
She shook her head and went to leave the hall, giving up on him, when she jumped out of her skin.
The doorbell pinged.
Swallowing, checking her hair, and trying to calm her rapidly beating heart, Rachel went to the door to check to make sure it was him. Her heart lifted at the sight of Paul with a bag flung over his shoulder. Without thinking twice she opened the door.
He filled the doorway. His huge muscled body looked tense and waiting.
Waiting for what, she wondered?
"Hello." She croaked the word as her mouth suddenly felt dry, and her palms were all sweaty.
"Are you going to invite me in?" His hot voice was practically singing to her.
She hesitated. If she let him through that door there was no turning back. "Come on in." Rachel moved out of the way and let him past. She could not give him up no matter what her brother might think.
The door clicked shut, and silence descended in the hallway.
"I didn't think you were coming," she said, trying to break the ice.
"I told you to trust me, Rachel. When I say something I mean the words I speak. I was coming to you, but I didn't give you a time. Next time I'll give you a time," he said, dropping his bag onto the floor. His bag landed with a hard thump. Rachel gasped as the sudden, abrupt noise made her jump.
"Next time?" she asked, glancing at his bag and then at him.
"Of course there'll be a next time. You don't think you'll learn everything in one night, do you?"
He moved closer. Part of Rachel wanted to move back away from him. She couldn't find her feet to move. They seemed to be solid and stay put where she stood.
Paul reached out stroking a finger down her face. Closing her eyes she enjoyed the feel of his touch. His finger traced down to her collarbone, and his whole palm rested over the pulse of her neck.
She felt his breath fan across her face. He was so close.
"Take your clothes off," he said, whispering the words against her ear. Jerking back, Rachel gasped and opened her eyes, searching his. He gave nothing away. There was no emotion on his face at all.
"W-what?" She hadn't stuttered in so long. Her heart fluttered inside her chest.
"Take your clothes off. I want to see you naked once again. Last night wasn't nearly long enough for me to get my fill of you." He fingered the collar of her shirt then took a step back from her.
Rachel stood staring at him unsure what to do. His eyes stayed on her as he waited for her to comply. Licking her lips Rachel kept her gaze on his as she removed her clothes. Each layer she took off made her pussy melt. His pupils dilated, the only sign he was affected by her getting undressed.
No longer hesitating over her reactions, she quickly got naked in front of him, leaving all of her clothes in a pile to the side. Locking her fingers together, she rested her hands at the front.
"You take orders well," he said. "Next time don't question me. Just remove your clothes." He stepped closer once again. She watched as he reached behind and flicked the clip open holding her hair. The long locks fell down around her. "I love your hair. I don't want you to get it cut ever."
"I won't," she promised.
He inhaled some of her scent and then stepped back. "I can't wait for the day when you'll tease me while removing your clothes," he said.
"You mean a strip-tease?"
"Yes."
"I'm not a whore. I will never ask for money for sex," she said, folding her arms across her chest.
"I'd never pay you. Strippers are not whores, Rachel. A lot of pleasure can be had if you let go of some of your inhibitions. Like I said, soon you will tease me with how you strip, and you'll love it." Rachel nibbled on her lip while thinking over his words. Could she get off on teasing him as she got naked? She didn't think it was possible, but if it made him hot then she'd be more than happy to do it.
Paul clicked his fingers, gaining her attention, and once he held her, he started removing his clothes.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm getting naked. It's only fair."
She watched, fascinated as he got naked. Paul didn't linger on each item. He was quick until he stood before her naked.
He made her mouth water. His body was rippled with muscles. All the years he'd been working on cars and going to the local gym had paid off. He looked so damn sexy, powerful, and in control. She thought about the images she'd seen on the erotic books she read and the ones she found online. Paul reminded her of those images.
Hard muscles, smooth skin, rock hard cock, and sexy male filled her hallway. Her hallway had never looked more appealing than it did in that moment.
She was fascinated by him. His body was the total opposite of hers. She was soft while he was hard. Her gaze travelled down his body once again. His cock stood up proud and jutted out from among dark pubic curls. The strength in his legs made her wonder if he could pick her up. Paul hadn't tried in so long. There was the time when she'd fallen over when she was younger and he'd carried her home for her mother to make it all better. That memory was a long time ago.
Glancing back at his cock, Rachel was struck with how big he was.
Would he even fit inside her? She knew he had to. There was no such thing as too big a cock. The tip glistened in the light of the hallway.
"Look at me, Rachel," he said.
She did.
What was going to happen now?
****
Paul stared at her seeing the fear in her eyes. He wasn't a small man, but he wasn't going to hide from her. This was his chance to experience everything with her, and he intended to take full advantage of it.
"Come here, Rachel."
He gave her marks for not hesitating. She glided over to him without breaking eye contact. Her large breasts bounced with each step she took. Rachel had never been smooth on her feet. The urge to chuckle was strong. Paul ignored it. He didn't want her thinking he was laughing at her because he wasn't.
She stopped in front of him. Her head only came to the top of his chest. She'd always been a little thing. Paul felt like a powerful man as he stood in front of her naked. All he imagined was bending her over her sofa and taking her hard. The image of her slit opening around his cock was too much. Blocking the images out of his mind, Paul concentrated on the here and now. Rachel wasn't ready for him to lose total control. She was a virgin with a need for time. Maybe one day but not today.
"You're so beautiful, Rachel. Look at the way your nipples are hard. They're begging for my lips on them. Do you want my lips on you?" he asked.
"Yes," she said, answering him immediately. There was a yearning quality to her tone. With tender care Paul knew he could bring her out of her shell and have her begging for more from him.
"You want me, too." She whispered the words, and her finger pointed toward his cock.
"I've never doubted my need for you, baby." Wrapping his fingers around the length he pumped his fist. Her eyes widened, and more pre-cum oozed out of the top. "My cock aches to feel your tight, wet pussy wrapped around me, squeezing me, begging me to take you deeper, and I'm going to, Rachel. I'm going to have you screaming my name." He wanted it so she couldn't think of anyone else but him.
His name.
His cock.
Everything about him would be permanently embedded in her mind.
"What are you doing to me?" she asked, moaning after her final word.
"I'm seducing you, baby. This is what it's all about. Seduction in every word. Look at my cock and see what you standing there naked is doing to me." Her gaze drifted to his cock.
Paul growled as her tongue peeked out to lick her lips. Did she have any idea how fucking sexy she looked like that? He was panting for her.
Glancing down at his cock he saw the thick vein down along the side stood out. His cock was rock hard and red from his rubbing.
He couldn't handle it anymore. Letting go of his cock, he grabbed her hand and led her into the sitting room. Pushing her down on the sofa, he sat beside her. Taking hold of her hands, he pushed them to the back of her head.
"Keep them there. I don't want you moving."
Rachel didn't complain or moan. She kept her hands firmly behind her head.
Opening her thighs, he purposefully kept his gaze on her even though all he wanted to do was look at her pussy. Her scent permeated the air letting him know she was close to letting go.
"Are you still seducing me?" she asked.
"I'm always seducing you, Rachel."
"I thought seduction was supposed to happen on dates with our clothes on," she said.
Paul smiled. "We have time for that later. You're too impatient to wait that long." The truth was, he wasn't able to wait that long to take her. He was desperate for her.
"No, I can't wait that long. I need to feel you inside me."
Pressing a finger to her lips, Paul stopped her from talking. "No more talking unless I tell you. I want you to feel what I do to you. Feel me." Moving his hand away from her mouth he rested both of his palms against her collarbone. He didn't apply any pressure, but he kept his hands rested there, waiting to see her response.
Rachel lay there waiting for him. He saw the trust in her eyes, and it turned him on.
Slowly, he stroked down to the tops of her breasts. Paul watched as she took a deep breath and then let it out.
"Tell me what you're thinking," he said.
"I'm allowed to speak?" she asked, smiling.
"Don't get cocky. I've asked you a question. Answer it."
A sigh escaped from her tempting lips. "I tingle all over. Your hands are big and rough from hard work. They feel nice against my skin."
He nodded and circled both nipples with a finger from each hand. She licked her lips. Her hands gripped the arm of the sofa tighter. He saw her knuckles were white. His woman had responsive, tight nipples.
Using his whole hand, he cupped them wondering how far he could push her.
She cried out, arching up into his touch. Rachel didn't let go of the sofa. Her body was a thing of beauty, and he intended to explore every inch of her.