Once I’ve allowed myself to completely open up to him, his next finger enters.
I’m rocking back and forth on his fingers now. When he bends down, catching my clit between his lips I’m on the edge about to go over, but be backs off before that can happen. He’s really good at controlling my orgasms.
“You like that?” he asks in a sexy, sultry voice.
“Mmm, yes,” is all I can manage because he’s reduced me to nothing but coos and throaty noises.
From the bag, he pulls out the egg vibrator and turns it on. It’s a loud, powerful thing and I shiver with excitement imagining what he plans to do with it. He douses the egg with lube and that, too, goes in my ass. I marvel at the ticklish sensation of something vibrating in there. It feels amazing—like nothing I’ve ever felt before—and helps my muscles to relax even more. When he pulls it out, my entire body has loosened up, so when he puts the head of his cock into my rectum, there’s no resistance or pain.
I let out a long moan. He pours more lube onto his shaft, and takes his time easing it into me until I’m full. By the time he has sank all the way into me, I’m completely adjusted to this new sensation and feeling more turned on than ever before. He goes slow, pulling out, then pushing back in. He adds more lube each time so each entrance is silky smooth and feels delectable.
He lifts my butt off the bed so that he can move deeper into me. As he starts to move faster, humping in and out, I’m going wild. My pussy doesn’t need any attention to send me through the roof. He reaches over into my side table and finds one of my dildos.
I watch him, eyes wide open as he rubs my clit with the tip. He’s going to double penetrate me. Part of me is nervous, afraid it will hurt or won’t fit, but I trust him. If it hurts he’ll stop.
I’m surprised when he pushes it into me and it doesn’t hurt. Not at all. I just feel very full and very sexy and my orgasm smashes into me. He stays inside me a moment, waiting it out as my muscles clamp down on him. He caresses my breasts with his fingers until my shaking has stopped.
He then takes the cuffs off. My strength is non-existent and I buckle into his waiting arms.
“I love how kinky you are,” he whispers in my ear and there’s a smile in his voice.
I smile too, but I have no words. My tongue is broken and my mouth is mush after that gut-ripping orgasm. He rolls over and turns off the light, snuggling up to me.
His breath grows heavy and I think he’s falling asleep, but instead, he says. “I’m in love with you, Rachael.”
I’m frozen in his arms and it takes a minute for me to find my words. “I love you too.”
At this moment, I can’t think of a time I’ve been happier. The fantasy is definitely not better than the reality. The reality is better than the fantasy ever imagined being.
Chapter 6
“I should probably get back to your parents’ house before they start to get too curious about where I’m spending all my time. Your mom is a worrier.” Paul says. We’re still in bed.
We’ve had sex two more times and it’s starting to get late. I don’t think I have a fourth one in me. I’m exhausted.
“Welcome to my adolescence,” I say.
I don’t want him to go. I love sleeping in his warm, safe arms. But he’s right. My parents—especially my mom—don’t know how to mind their own business. They also have a bad habit of showing up places without being invited or calling first. Might look bad if they show up in the morning and find his truck in my designated parking spot after he didn’t come back to the house last night.
He kisses me before he leaves. I want to tell him I love him again before he goes, but I’m not entirely comfortable just throwing those words around. They weigh a ton and mean everything to me.
My neighbors are outside again, watching him leave. It’s late and they’re all in their pajamas, holding cups of coffee. It’s almost as if they’ve been waiting up to hear our bedroom theatrics and to catch a glimpse of the man behind all that pleasure. By their swooning smiles and quiet titters, they like what they see.
I shake my head and go back into the apartment. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I fall right to sleep.
In the morning I wake up to the scream of my alarm. I’m feeling a little queasy and think it might be best to stay home from school, but I can’t. More exams. At least this is the last day.
It was supposed to be Paul’s last day in town. He texts me to tell me that. I’m almost in tears and I’m afraid I’ll be too sad to concentrate on my school work until he texts back saying he’s extending his stay. He doesn’t say for how long. I know my dad will be happy about that, and my mom will be happy to have my dad out of her hair.