Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
RACHEL
Clark has me feeling things I’ve never felt.
I watch as he slips his fingers out of me and wipes my essence from his face. It’s so fucking erotic, I’m surprised I haven’t come from the scene alone.
He slowly begins to peel off his jeans and his boxers, and I stare in awe at all that masculinity that’s been hiding under his clothes. Yes, I’ve seen him in his swim trunks with nothing else, but this image right here is completely different.
His dick is hard, bobbing against his stomach with a drop of precum right at the tip.
I lick my lips, wanting to taste that little bead right then.
So, I crawl down to the edge of the bed to do just that.
Seeming to know what I want, Clark moves closer and grabs his dick in his hand, pumping slowly up and down.
My pussy quivers once again, wanting to release just from the picture.
But I know waiting will make it all worthwhile, so I internally talk myself down.
Reaching the edge of the bed, I look up into those turquoise eyes that have always been so mesmerizing to me. How they got that color is beyond me; both their parents have brown eyes, but no one has ever questioned it.
Clark’s Adam’s apple bobs, knowing what I am about to do. I lick my lips, showing him how excited I am about the next step I’m about to take. He nods slowly. Then watches as I take his dick in my hand and slowly stroke up and down. His groan of approval is all I need to continue forward.
My head dips down, and my mouth opens slowly.
I stick my tongue out just enough to lick up that little bead of precum I’ve been wanting to taste.
Salty and sweet, just like the man looming over me, and he’s so fucking tasty.
Obsessed, I widen my mouth and take his head inside, slowly going down until the head of his dick hits the back of my throat.
I groan when it does, the feeling so damn divine.
“Fucking hell, Rachel,” he groans out, “do that again and I won’t last.”
I giggle around him, and he groans even harder, yanking my hair at the same time, pulling my mouth off of him. I release him with a pop, sucking just the right amount as he pulls me off.
“Woman, we don’t have time for that right now, but we will,” he says as he begins to lay me back into his bed. “I desperately want to feel you, to see how you feel wrapped around my dick. Not your mouth, but this hot as fuck pussy.”
With that, he slams inside me, and I yelp. That’s right, I yelped, so ladylike and so not the time for it.
“Did I hurt you?” he quickly asks, concern etched on his brow as I look into his face.
“No, not at all,” I reply, “I was just surprised. Please, don’t stop, not now, I need you.”
He looks into my face, my soul really, to see if I’m lying. When he finally determines I’m not, he begins to move, slower this time. I move in rhythm with him, showing him just how much I’m enjoying being with him.
Our movements are in sync, our breaths in heavy pants. This right here, this is what heaven must feel like, because for the first time in my life, I feel complete.
I look up again and see him looking into my eyes; he’s got the same look as what I am feeling in my heart. But I close it off, just for now. I need to feel this moment.
Our breathing labored, our movements synchronized, he starts moving faster, diving deeper into me. I can feel all of him, and it’s a wonder my body hasn’t betrayed me yet. I feel the build in my core and just know this is going to be the orgasm of all orgasms.
“Harder,” I tell him, “I need more, I need all of you.”
He happily obliges and starts pounding into me with a fierceness I didn’t know existed. The bed rattles with our joint effort; I scream out his name. Once, twice, then I shatter.
Everything in my world lights aflame, fireworks go off from every inch of my body, I’m shaking and pulsating around him, and still, I don’t want to ever stop.
“Clark,” I scream out his name once again, and he groans, looking me in the eyes.
“Most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen,” he says, then starts shaking himself. “Fuck, Rachel, fuck, you’re perfect.” He’s rattling on as I feel the warmth of him entering my body in hot spurts. I know I’ll never ever feel this way again, yet I cannot regret any of this.
When we’re both wrung dry, he flips to his back, taking me with him. Holding me tight to his body like he’s afraid I’m going to bolt.
“That was what has been missing all my life,” he breathlessly whispers in my ear. “I’ve never known such perfection until this right here.”
“I feel the same,” I whisper as a tear escapes from the corner of my eye. I don’t bother wiping it away; it was meant to be seen, so he knows I feel the gravity of what is happening as much as he does.
“Let’s take a nap,” he says and attempts to move my hair from my face. I want to tell him he’s making an effort that won’t happen, but the time is too sincere to take away the fondness in his gaze.
“Okay,” I reply instead and slowly drift off into a slumber I haven’t had in ages.