The next three weeks went by in a blur for Rachel and John. Though they met up many times, almost every night, they weren't just having sex. They were eating pizza, watching movies, going dancing, swimming and in between intense rounds just laying in each others arms, talking.
And for Rachel, it came as a surprise how much more addicted she was growing towards John's dick, lips and hands. Even his sultry voice and the way he'd whisper sweet things to her as he pounded her inflamed her passions more. She wasn't in the mindset to break things off and move on as she'd done in the past.
And John felt the same way. He was craving her heart more and more with each passing day. They'd been making love for over an hour each time they saw each other and he knew their chemistry was more than simple fucking.
But Rachel remained elusive. Whenever they'd be catching their breaths, he'd try to have a more personable conversation, but she'd shut him down. Getting out of the bed, heading to shower, telling him she was hungry so she'd cook something or just shoving her tongue into his mouth and ending the conversation. So he wasn't making any progress.
John knew Rachel cared for him. Though she did not say it, he could see it in her eyes and smiles. He also knew that she enjoyed spending time with him outside of the bedroom. They had a lot in common, from their taste in foods, films, music and even their sense of humor.
Each time they talked, it was the same as having sex. They just fit. It felt natural and perfect. They got along like lovers who'd been together for years.
Rachel too was having a hard time ignoring her growing feelings. She did not know what she wanted from him, but she knew that she was feeling safer, warmer and more possessive each time she was with John. She was no longer just a horny dog looking for the next bone to hop on. She even talked to her mother on the phone about it and the older woman had laughed her ass off.
"You're in love, Rachel. I told you. I told you that dick hopping was going to get boring after a while. You've found a guy who's doing more than just making you come, haven't you?"
"I have not! The sex is amazing and I don't want to share him with any other woman. I told you, so as long as we're fucking each other we've promised to be exclusive."
"Haha, hehe! You're not fucking him, Rachel, you're making love. Or rather, he's been making love to you and you've been enjoying the difference without even realizing it. The dynamic has changed."
"...."
"Ha! See, I'm right, aren't I? So bring him here to meet me. Or send me a picture. I wanna see what my future son-in-law looks like."
"Mom! Stop getting ahead of yourself! I'm not marrying anyone! I'm only 19!"
"Only 19 and you've already met your destined cock!"
"Ugh, god! Why can't you ever just talk like a mom for a change?"
"..."
"Mom?"
"I made a lot of mistakes with men when I was your age and I had you when I was the last person qualified to be a mother. I don't want you to go down the same path. If you find a guy that loves to be with you without being inside you, then try to make something of it. It may be nothing, or it may be the start to lifelong happiness. Having a lover who loves you is far better than having a dick which simply fucks you."
"I know, mom. I know."
"I know you know. So don't make me have to remind you. Be honest about what you're feeling, Rachel. This John guy seems like a stand up dude who wants you for you and not your ass or tits. Don't waste his time and break your heart....night."
"Goodnight, mom...."
That conversation happened three days ago. Now, Rachel knew she had to be stern and break things off. She couldn't do what her mother had suggested and try to actually commit to the guy. The very thought of it scared her. It made her feel vulnerable. She wasn't cut out for this love shit.
Yet, here she was. On the bed with the problematic man himself. They had just finished having sex and were both drifting off to sleep. Both were covered in sweat and John was lying on top of her. His chest pressed so closely to hers, she could hear and feel their heartbeats vibrating into each others bodies.
His arms were wrapped around her, his breath was moistening her throat and his soft cock was still nestled inside her. She felt so safe and content yet, her heart was racing. She was getting anxious over what she was feeling. The feeling of being emotionally vulnerable was making her uncomfortable with being naked. For the first time ever, she wished she could hide herself and her body away from his view.
John picked up on Rachel's sudden change in mood. Her body was tense and he could feel her heartbeat accelerate. Her inner walls were clenching him, but not in a way that had him thinking she wanted to go for another round.
He lifted his head and shifted his body to the side so he wasn't completely on top of her. Looking at her face and seeing the way she was evading his eyes, John knew their fairytale was about to take a turn for the worst.
But he would not give up. He knew the kind of woman she was and he knew that she was scared to trust and love. And he was going to get to the bottom of it. Tonight.
Gently clasping her chin, he pulled her hand away from her eyes. "Rachel, talk to me. Tell me what's wrong."
Taking a deep shuddering breath, Rachel opened her eyes and resolved to not end things in a cowardly manner. But the moment she met John's tender gaze, her emotions overwhelmed her and her words died in her throat. She lowered her lashes. A few tears slipped from underneath them.
John kissed away her tears.
And that was all it took. Emitting a slight whimper, Rachel's floodgates burst open. She cried loudly and pathetically. John pulled her tightly into his arms and patted her back. He knew that for a strong woman like her, being this vulnerable was already a testament of how much she trusted him.
And he wasn't going to mess it up. He wanted her to know she could cry like this in front of him.
Rachel wrapped her own arms around John and buried her face into his chest. She did not know why she was crying like she had already lost him when he hadn't even rejected her.
In her mind, all she could see were memories of her mother crying, screaming and breaking things after having been duped and dumped by yet another man who she had hoped could help her raise her daughter and alleviate her financial hardships.
"I don't want you to follow in my footsteps, Rachel."
Her mother's voice echoed in her head, making her even more uncertain and hurt. She did not know how to trust men. How could she do this? She did not wish to walk away, but how could she possibly stay?