Deciding the time for more vigorous action had come, I slowly pulled out, watching Rachel’s eyes widen at the slow drag of my cock inside her, and then hearing her give a little cry as I thrust sharply back inside her.
Again I did a slow withdrawal with a sharp return, feeling Rachel starting to move in unison with me. Soon I was moving faster, setting up a nice rocking motion, getting Rachel to match me as I moved.
I’m not sure what I was saying to her, but I was whispering words of encouragement as Rachel thrust herself up to match whatever I was doing. We fell into a steady rhythm, letting our own pleasures blossom and grow while contributing to the enjoyment of each other.
The foreplay we had indulged in had left Rachel’s body ready for the culmination, and now that we were actually in session, so to speak, her climax was coming up fast.
Not quite fast enough for me, however, as I could feel my own climax rushing down upon me, and I was in no mood to try to hold it off. Thrusting sharply, I still managed to slip a hand between us, darting my finger into Rachel and flicking her clit again.
The extra touch was like lighting the fuse. She screamed and exploded under me, while my own climax hammered into her.
Afterwards we lay for a while, still joined, relishing the quiet contentment coming from pleasure mutually shared.
Then I withdrew, making a quick trip to the en suite to remove the condom and cleaning myself before returning with a warm cloth and towel so that I could help Rachel clean up.
Then we resumed the quiet lying together, neither interested in speaking.
Rachel was half asleep, cuddling me, when I asked her the question.
“Would you like me to go home now, or would you rather I stay the night? I’d rather I spend the night here, and we can continue this in the morning.”
Rachel didn’t actually say either way, she just opened her eyes a bit wider and smiled, then snuggled closer holding me there. I didn’t fight it.
As I drifted off to sleep, two thoughts crossed my mind. It would be interesting to see how Rachel handled a morning wood, and George, the would-be love of her life, was going to have a hell of a fight on his hands before I let Rachel go.
Leave a Reply