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