Chapter 15: Curing Rachel [2] [R-18 Contents!]
Rachel lay there panting, eyes glazed, mouth open, her whole body buzzing with the aftermath of near-orgasm. Her pussy glistened, soaked, trembling.
Now she was ready.
I let her legs unwrap from my face, gently pried her trembling thighs apart, and slowly raised myself from between them, my lips still wet with her taste. Her scent clung to my mouth, musky and sharp, intoxicating.
I stood beside the bed, glancing down.
My cock was painfully hard, red at the tip, glistening with a sheen of her arousal mixed with my saliva. It looked even thicker now—engorged, twitching, veins prominent, hunger carved into every rigid inch.
"Okay..." I murmured to myself.
I climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath my weight. Rachel didn’t move—her hands gripped the sheets so tightly the knuckles were pale, her legs loose but tense at the joints, as though she were forcing herself not to recoil. Her chest rose and fell in quick little gasps, breasts heaving in rhythm with her nerves.
I kneeled between her thighs and lifted her legs, draping them over mine, spreading them wide so her pussy was fully exposed to me again. Her folds glistened, parted slightly, twitching with sensitivity. She was wet—wet enough to take me—but still tight, still untouched. The red haze of lust behind my eyes pulsed stronger despite myself, and I guided the thick head of my cock to her entrance.
The heat of her cunt met me like an embrace.
I rubbed the tip against her slick slit. Letting it glide back and forth, dragging through her folds. Her juices clung to my shaft, coating me. I pressed the crown against her clit now and then, just to tease, to slick every inch of myself before entry.
"Umnn..." Rachel whimpered, voice soft but strained, her legs twitching. Her body jerked slightly each time the tip grazed her clit or nudged at her tight opening, and she shuddered beneath me like I was torturing her with each slow pass. But I had to—lubricate, ready her, stretch her ever so slightly. This couldn’t be rushed, even now.
Still, time wasn’t on our side.