Rachel wanted to jump up and down with happiness. Paul's words were a welcome relief. She truly thought she'd have to fight him every step of the way. Instead he'd admitted to his feelings, and she felt like she could conquer anything with him by her side.
"Please tell me you're happy?" he asked.
"Of course I'm happy. Why wouldn't I be?" She pushed him to the floor, leaned over him and landed a kiss to his lips. Rachel tasted herself on his lips. She wasn't repulsed. Taking another kiss, she moaned, plunging her tongue into his mouth. After all the stories she'd heard about Paul, none of them could match up to the real man.
Was he different with her? She didn't know the true extent, but recalling the pleasure he'd given her with his tongue sent heat spiralling throughout her body.
"Something is going on in that little mind of yours," he said, pushing the hair off her face.
"No, nothing is going on."
"Tell me what you're thinking then. I usually can tell, but at the moment I'm a little out of sorts." He twirled her hair around his finger, reeling her in.
"I'm thinking that was amazing and well worth the wait," she said, smiling. Rubbing her nose against his, she thought through her emotions for the best way to describe them to him. "I feel like my body is humming, and all I want to do is giggle. I feel fantastic."
"That's just the beginning, sweetheart." He chuckled kissing the top of her head. "You're a woman who's been well satisfied."
"Not nearly satisfied. I've done sex-ed, Paul. Shouldn't there be actual sex for me to be well satisfied?" She teased him hoping for a response. He grabbed her around the waist, took her to the floor and started tickling her. The easy way they were reminded Rachel of them growing up. Paul had always been there for her in some way or another. Unlike her brother, Paul never seemed to get bored of her company. He was always happy to help her with homework and listen to her. Thinking back over their time together, Rachel realised Paul had been part of her life a lot more than Mitch ever had.
Her brother put up with her whereas Paul liked having her around.
"I see the cogs working. What are you thinking now?"
"Nothing." The word came out with a squeak. Clearing her throat she repeated herself again.
With Paul straddling her waist, Rachel felt wonderful. The natural way they fit together, body to body, wasn't lost on her. Feeling Paul next to her helped to relax her. He felt like home, and his smell comforted her in ways she hadn't been comforted since her parents passed.
His cock lay on top of her stomach. The length was long and thick. Paul hadn't taken any kind of release.
"I want to touch you," she said, reaching out to do just that. Paul caught her hand, stopping her.
"You don't have to do that, baby. Tonight is about you." He pressed a kiss to her knuckles.
"But I want to touch you," she said, pouting.
"You're not ready for that." He kept hold of her hands even though she fought to be free.
"I want to give you pleasure. You're not playing fair. You can hold me, but I can't touch you?" She tried to pull her hands out of his grasp, but he held them steady between his. The only way her hands were coming free was if he released her. Letting out an impatient sigh, Rachel glared at him.
"Of course you can hold me, Rachel. I'd never stop you holding or touching me."
"You're stopping me from touching your penis."
Heat suffused her cheeks. No, she didn't just call his member a penis.
Paul started laughing. With his laughing he let go of her hands. Covering her face, Rachel had never been so embarrassed.
"You're a pig," she said, not really meaning the words.
"I'm sorry. It has been a long time since someone has called my dick a penis. I mean, I know it is, but still, it sounded cute coming from your lips."
She shot him a glare. "I don't need to be reminded of all the women you've taken to your bed."
"That's where you're wrong, baby."
"What?" she asked. Rachel hadn't been expecting him to comment.
"I've never taken any of the women back to my place. I've gone to their place and left when we were done. I'm not one to stick around and chat about it afterwards," Paul said.
She frowned. Staring up into his dark brown gaze Rachel opened her mouth and then closed it. "You mean to tell me you've never taken any woman home, ever?"
He shook his head. "No, you're the only woman I've had in my home."
That was news to her. She felt touched by the fact he allowed her in his space but no one else.
Shaking her head, she pushed the emotions away.
"That doesn't stop the fact you're being unfair. I want to give you pleasure as much as you've given me. You're pushing me away, and I hate that. It's not fair." She may be a virgin, but with all the books she'd read giving Paul a hand-job or even a blow-job wouldn't result in the end of the world. There was nothing bad with using her mouth. She wasn't asking him to take her there and now. She was asking to give him the same kind of pleasure he'd given her. Paul had used his mouth on her body. Why couldn't she reciprocate? From the feel of his cock on her stomach, Paul was desperate for a release. She felt his pre-cum smearing her stomach. Paul wanted it, too. He was just being a giant pain in the ass.
"You're not going to let up until you get what you want, are you?" he asked.
"Nope, I'm a persistent one. You should remember."
"Fine, but you'll do exactly what I say."
"I promise."
He froze above her. "You're too fucking innocent."
"I'll do anything you want." She batted her eyelashes at him.
"You're going to be the death of me." He climbed off her and moved to sit on the sofa. Paul opened his thighs and crooked his finger in her direction. "Come here."
Crawling toward him, Rachel didn't take her gaze away from him. Paul held his stiff cock in his hand. The shaft pointed straight up and appeared to be throbbing. Licking her lips, she rested her palms on each thigh and settled between them.
She was more than prepared to feel him in her mouth.
"Go on then. Teach me how you like it."
"First, say the word cock."
Rachel hadn't been prepared for that.
"You're not getting your pretty little lips anywhere near my cock without you saying the word first."
"Cock." The word felt foreign rolling off her tongue.
"Good. Now say, 'Paul, I want to suck your cock.'"
She repeated what he said, stumbling once over his name.
He took hold of her hand, and like last night he pressed her palm around the stem of the shaft. Paul tightened his grip, and she did what he asked. Tightening her fist at the base, he then stroked his shaft to the tip and back down again.
"Let go," he said.
Letting go, she watched him pull back the foreskin revealing the bulbous head, which was coated in his pre-cum. Coating a finger Paul offered it up to her. "Have a taste, and if you like you can give me the same kind of pleasure that I gave you."
He presented her with a finger. Rolling her eyes, she took the digit into her mouth, sucking off his cum. The taste was salty but not revolting.
"Can I play now?" she asked.
"You're going to be a hard one to deal with."
Smiling, she took possession of his shaft once again in her fist. She did as he showed her, working the length tightly with her hand. It wasn't enough for her. She wanted to feel him inside her mouth.
Holding Paul at the base of his cock Rachel lowered her head and took the tip of him between her lips. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his hands tighten into fists on the arm of the sofa. Stroking her tongue along the tip she licked away all of his pre-cum and then took more of him. Coming off his cock she followed the path of the thick pulsating vein along the side. Coating all of his cock with her saliva like she'd seen some of the women in the porn movies do it, she then took him to the back of her throat, sucking him in. Before she gagged, Rachel eased off his length, licking him once more. She blew ever so lightly, to ruffle the curls surrounding his cock. His dick stood straight, glistening in the light. It looked red and swollen, and she imagined Paul was painfully aching for an orgasm.
She could not allow the man she loved to be in pain with the need to orgasm. He'd given her an amazing release. She wanted to do the same for him. Opening her lips she took as much of his cock as she could without gagging. The thought of gagging ruined the mood for Rachel.
"Son of a bitch," he said, cursing.
****
For a virgin Rachel knew how to suck cock. At least, to Paul, she did. He wasn't going to point out a few of her faults. Her inexperience was part of her charm. Some women could take a cock to the back of the throat and swallow the tip down without causing a problem. Paul knew she wasn't ready for that. The feel of her lips surrounding him was pure heaven. He'd not wanted her to touch him because he didn't know how long he'd be able to last the moment she got her mouth on him.
When she took him deeper still Paul gasped. He was near to erupting inside her sweet mouth. Sheer willpower and years of experience kept his orgasm under control but only just. Watching her lips wrap around his cock was too much for him. Closing his eyes, Paul quickly recited the alphabet to keep himself in control. Not only did he want to enjoy it, but he also wanted Rachel to enjoy it. She pulled up off his cock, and the shaft glistened from the moisture in her mouth. This was heaven, or maybe it was hell, the teasing wench. Whatever it was, Paul didn't want it to end.
Opening his eyes once again he watched as she slid him to the back of her throat and then pulled back up. For a virgin she was doing really well.
"Don't use your teeth," he said.
How had she learned to do this? She didn't look nervous about exploring his cock.
He wasn't conceited and knew he was a large man. Plenty of the women he'd fucked had said the same thing. He was a big man, and blowing him was a chore. Rachel looked to be enjoying it.
Paul fisted his hand inside her hair, taking over the pace of her mouth. Thrusting his hips up to her mouth Paul let her have everything. Her moan vibrated up the length of his shaft. His balls tightened, and he growled with new hunger. If she wanted all of him then she could have all of him.
"Suck it, baby," he said. He eased up his hold on her giving her time to get used to his thrusts. "That's it, sweetheart. Take me into your mouth. You feel so fucking good sucking my dick. Suck it tighter." Rachel did as he asked. Her nails sank into the flesh of his thighs. Staring into her hazel depths, Paul was lost.
He spoke to her while she sucked him. Watching Rachel suck him and loving it was a dream come true for Paul. She sucked him harder when he asked, taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth. The trust she was showing undid him. He could not control his reactions around her. Seeing her on her knees serving him with his cock deep inside her sweet mouth drove him over the edge.
He held her head still, taking over and thrusting between her lips. Paul knew he was close. His balls were tight aching for release. He knew the signs of his impending orgasm.
"Fuck, Rachel, you better move away if you don't want a mouthful of my cum." He warned her as best he could. Moaning, Paul growled as Rachel didn't move away. Her lips stayed around him, and her small hands tightened on his thighs. Rachel's head bobbed over his erection, and he thrust up to meet her. He wouldn't be able to hold himself back for much longer.
One … two … three thrusts later and his cock filled her mouth, and his cum shot to the back of her throat. He flooded her mouth with his cum. Paul expected her to spit it out, but then he saw her throat working fast to swallow him. After she'd swallowed him down Rachel licked his shaft clean.
"You're sin," he said. "Complete and total sin, and you're all mine." Paul pulled her up into his arms. He loved her so damn much, and it had nothing to do with the sex they'd just shared. What they shared in those moments Paul had never shared with anyone else.
"I take it you like my mouth on you," she said.
"I more than like it, baby. I fucking love it." He took her lips in his and kissed her deeply. Paul tasted himself on her tongue. He didn't mind.
"So I passed my first lesson."
"It was only supposed to be touching, Rachel."
"We did more than touch, Paul. I believe we proceeded to oral."
He chuckled at her teasing. Rubbing his nose against hers Paul took the time to bask in their time together. There was more than enough time to come to think about her brother and what they were going to tell him.
Rachel rested her head on his chest. Her fingers stroked his chest. "You haven't got any chest hair," she said.
"I was blessed without any."
He could live like this forever with her body against his.
Paul held her in his arms knowing the time would come when they'd have to face Mitch. His friend had trusted him with her care. Why couldn't Mitch see that he was the best man to take care of her?
Pushing his thoughts away, Paul held her close and talked with her. They laughed and smiled about growing up, reminiscing over the old times. They stayed naked together on the sofa in complete satisfaction with each other.
He may not have had sex with Rachel, but he was loving the time they spent with each other. In the moment they were sharing they had complete privacy where no one could look in and judge. They could simply bask in the joy of the moment without fear. Paul wondered how long he'd have before he needed to start looking over his shoulder.