Sweet Water Vet: Taking Rachael Part 10

"You really do smell good enough to eat." He growled as he buried his face in the nape of her neck and kissed a sweet spot that sent tremors across her shoulders and down her spine again.

She swooned slightly for a moment, feeling almost drunk on desire for him. Oh, G.o.d, I want to s.h.a.g your socks off.

"Er, very soon I'm going to smell good enough to bury. I really need to take a shower."

"Do you want me to go?" he asked reluctantly, as if it were the last thing that he wanted to do.

"No." She startled herself with the certainty of her response.

"Why don't you see to Star while I take a shower, and then we'll talk?"

"If I come in, we'll do more than talk."

She froze at his words and the hunger in his eyes. He regarded her like a predator staring down its prey. She was mesmerized for a few seconds. Then, consumed by a desire too strong to deny, she attacked first and kissed him savagely, wrapping her legs around his waist, invading his mouth with her tongue. He responded briefly then pulled back, breathing raggedly.

"You'd better go and get that shower right now, or we won't make it through the door."

As he lowered her to the ground, she slid along the length of his erection, which caused him to groan. Her p.u.s.s.y clenched, the inner walls longing to grasp his c.o.c.k tightly, turning slick in antic.i.p.ation.

"I'm getting stiff. I didn't stretch after my run, and I need a long hot shower to relax my muscles."

"I'm already stiff, and if you haven't finished before I've seen to Star, you can bet it will be a long, hot shower." He gave her a slow, wicked smile.

Jesus, he aroused her like no other, enflaming her desire. It was implausible, yet he was so compelling. In a fl.u.s.tered state, she backed away, made it shakily to her bedroom, and had to peel off her wet panties. Once naked, she scrutinized herself in the mirror. Thankfully,

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she had shaved and plucked the day before in preparation for the dance. She could see the glistening wetness of her full p.u.s.s.y lips and couldn't help conjuring the erotic imagine of Joshua's c.o.c.k nestled between the folds.

Once in the shower, Rachael let the hot water stream over her head and down her body to relieve the tension in her muscles. The room quickly filled with steam. As she shampooed her hair, she heard the click of the shower door opening and closing behind her. He must have dealt with his horse in double-quick time, and the thought pleased her greatly.

Keeping her back to him, she continued to wash until big hands clasped her wrists and gently pulled her arms forward to rest her palms on the tiled wall in front. She stood in that position, leaning against the wall without saying a word as the water beat down on her shoulders. His hands then continued the job, ma.s.saging her scalp slowly and firmly. It felt wonderful. He pulled her head back to rinse the suds away and leaned down to kiss her neck, quickly finding the sweet spot halfway down that sent a s.h.i.+ver through her body. He lathered his hands with the unperfumed soap. Rachael could faintly detect the pleasant, heady, combined fragrance of their bodies in the steamy air.

She felt his hands reverently move across her shoulders and down her body, stroking her lightly, not missing a spot, not stopping once.

He crouched and lifted one foot and then the other, taking the time to ma.s.sage her toes and soles. His hands ran firmly up her legs and over her b.u.t.t and swept around her hips to her thighs. When he reached her p.u.s.s.y, he stopped for a second as he registered that it was bare. She heard his sharp intake of breath, felt the long exhale on the small of her back. With excruciating slowness, he slid his hand between her legs and a thick finger into her slick opening. Her wetness had nothing to do with the water and soap and everything to do with him.

She moaned, but stayed in the position that he had placed her. He rose up again behind her, keeping his hand between her legs while his 80 other arm wrapped her in an embrace that brought her into contact with him. He was all hard muscle and warm skin, and she itched to touch him.

Sensing that she was about to move he kissed her neck again and whispered in her ear, "Don't move, sweetheart."

"But I want to see you and touch you."

"I know. Soon."

He rolled a nipple between his fingers and she gasped. He softly kneaded first one breast then the other before gliding away back down to her p.u.s.s.y. He deftly transferred hands, placing another thick finger inside her and his thumb on her c.l.i.t. The one he'd removed was coated in her cream and he brought it to the entrance of her a.s.s. He swirled his finger around the puckered skin before slowly easing it inside. He paused for a moment, as if gauging her response to the more risque intimate invasion. She didn't protest because it felt good-naughty, but oh-so-nice. He moved his fingers, synchronizing the motion to heighten her pleasure while kissing and nipping her nape.

It was incredibly arousing and she began to pant and moan with pleasure.

"Oh, G.o.d, Josh, I'm going to come if you keep this up."

"That's the idea."

"What about you?"

He voice was deep and darkly seductive. "We have plenty of time and you can have multiple o.r.g.a.s.ms, so come for me, beautiful...now."

At exactly that moment, she felt the tremors start. She writhed on his hands as her p.u.s.s.y and a.s.s clenched on his fingers. A cry of abandonment left her mouth as she gave herself up to the sensations.

Her hips bucked, and her c.u.n.t went into a spasm. Her legs buckled and trembled as she slid down to her knees. Joshua went with her, keeping his hands in place, providing some support.

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Breathing rapidly, Rachael stayed still for a minute, on her knees with her hands resting on the wall. Slowly, he slid his fingers from her, which caused a gasp to escape her lips.

"You are incredibly s.e.xy," he murmured as he nuzzled her neck.

"You bring it out," she panted.

He stood, grabbed a washcloth, lifted her to her feet, and switched off the shower. She was about to turn around to see him properly, but he swept her up in his arms.

"Where's your bedroom?"

She pointed the way, amazed that he carried her as if she weighed nothing at all. As they left the bathroom she snaffled a big, plush bath towel that was hanging by the door.

"Nice bed," he commented as they entered her room. "Good st.u.r.dy posts."

He deposited her on the end then took a step back. She was able to see him in all his glory, and he was glorious, no doubt about it. He was over six and a half feet of work-hardened muscle. There was a small patch of hair in the middle of his chest and groin, but otherwise his tanned skin was smooth. His large, erect c.o.c.k jutted up from a set of very impressively sized b.a.l.l.s.

"I see that you have something in common with your bull," she wryly observed.

"Yep, and we both like you, darlin'." He smirked, and then abruptly his smile fell. "Drop the towel and open your legs, Harrison."

"WaWhat?"

He said nothing else. His mouth was set in a hard line, no hint of a smile, and he continued to stare at her intently, waiting. Unbelievably, her thighs parted as if of their own volition.

"Wider. I want to see your dripping c.u.n.t."

Her mouth watered at his crude words and she gulped. She found his dominance exhilarating. Not taking her eyes off his face, she 82 splayed her legs even further open. He could now clearly see the engorged, cream-coated lips of her bare p.u.s.s.y.

"You were right about not being a prude. Dirty talk turns you on, doesn't it, Rachael?" He continued to stare between her legs.

"Yes," she croaked, closing her eyes, feeling vulnerable and mortified to find that he knew her so well.

"Open your eyes," he commanded. "I have to have a taste, and I want you to watch."

Yep, there was muscle memory stored in her p.u.s.s.y, all right, because it was sure getting excited.

He stepped toward her then reached pa.s.sed to grab some pillows to prop her up on. He pushed her back gently and knelt between her legs, levering them even wider open with his broad shoulders.

"So beautiful," he murmured and blew softly on her c.l.i.t.

It was an intensely erotic act for her to watch as Joshua snaked his tongue around her swollen flesh and then lapped along her slit before plunging deeper. An internal pressure began to build between her legs and in the pit of her stomach.

"Mmm, delicious."

He kept eye contact for several seconds before closing his own with a look of ecstasy on his face as he slowly and skilfully devoured her. For several minutes, Rachael was lost to his unequalled oral ministrations.

"You taste so good. I could do this all day," he groaned.

"But I want more." She was breathing faster now, restless and roused, needing to be filled and stretched.

"Darlin', why am I not surprised?"

"You know why."

Kindred spirit came to mind.

"Tell me, Rachael, tell me what you want."

She held his fierce, l.u.s.t-ridden gaze and sensed a tipping point.

Should she be brazen or demure? What did he expect of the lady vet?

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This was not a time for deception, and she opted for honesty. She spoke slowly, in clear, precise English tones.

"I want your big, wide, hard c.o.c.k shoved so far up my c.u.n.t that I feel your b.a.l.l.s slap my a.s.s as you f.u.c.k me hard."

Joshua nearly choked. He had not expected such a graphic, lewd answer and almost came right there and then. Jesus, this was the woman he'd been waiting for. Most people were intimidated by him, not her. She was an enigma-sometimes cool, sometimes hot, reserved or wanton, focused then lost to pa.s.sion, submissive and now demanding.

"Well, if that's what you want-"

"But," she interrupted, "first I want to taste you. I want to lick and suck your impressive c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s." She looked at him with an impish smile on her lips and gleam in her eye.

"h.e.l.l, woman, if you keep talking like that I won't last five minutes."

"I'll shut up then." She smiled slyly. "Or maybe you could find something to gag me with?"

For the first time ever, he was being led. By G.o.d, she was a challenge, and it turned him on intensely. He grabbed a handful of her damp hair and kissed her hard and deep. When he broke off the kiss, her face looked flushed with desire.

"Get on all fours," he said, taking charge again, and she obeyed, facing him at the end of the bed. "Suck me," he demanded, holding his c.o.c.k near her mouth, keeping a hand in her hair.

She complied by lightly licking the large, glistening, bulbous head before swiping her tongue around its girth. He gasped. With one hand, she cupped his b.a.l.l.s and ma.s.saged gently as she licked her way down his length to the base. There she nipped and sucked at his sac, which caused him to groan even louder, before running her tongue to the 84 sensitive place between his b.a.l.l.s and a.n.u.s. His hips swayed slightly, and he widened his stance. He took a sharp shallow breath as she briefly played around the entrance to his a.s.s with a wet finger, teasing the puckered skin but going no further.

n.o.body had touched him there before, and it felt amazing. She then licked her way back to the base of his c.o.c.k and up around the tip, where she rested for a moment to catch his eyes with hers. Slowly, holding his gaze, she parted her lips and sank her hot, wet mouth down, closing her eyes with a look of bliss as she did so. A little moan rose from her throat. Keeping her lips tightly clamped around him, she took him to the back of her throat before placing a hand around the rest of his erection at the base. Good, he was big and he didn't want her to choke or gag . She slid up and down his length with her mouth and hand, maintaining a steady rhythm and pressure, swirling her tongue around the end and tickling under the rim of the head. His hips began to pump back and forth, and his grip in her hair tightened.

"Jesus H. Christ," he rasped. "That feels so good." She really was an excellent c.o.c.k sucker and he knew that if he didn't pull away he'd shoot his load down her throat. Appealing though that thought was, he wanted to f.u.c.k her p.u.s.s.y; taking control again he pulled her away gently by her hair. "Face the other way."

She looked wanton and yet submissively sensual as she did as she was told. Holding her by the hips he pulled her back toward the edge of the bed, knees spread wide.

"Do you have any condoms nearby?" He had some in the pocket of his jeans but they had been discarded in haste, somewhere in the living room. He didn't want to leave her to go hunting for them.

"No, they're in the bathroom, but I'm not sure that they'd fit you anyway." She looked over her shoulder at him as he stood close behind her. "I appreciate the gesture but you don't need to bother on my account. After all, it's a bit like shutting the stable door after the horse has bolted."

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He stilled. There was nothing he'd like more than to skin dive into her warm, wet channel.

"You're the only women I haven't worn one with," he confessed.

The only, the first, and maybe the last.

He dipped his thumb into her slit and coated it with her slick cream. Then he slid it back to her tightly puckered rosette. Clutching his d.i.c.k in his other hand, he placed it at her engorged, red entrance and rubbed the tip back and forth along the glistening seam. He slowly pushed forward, tunnelling between the soft, warm flesh and groaned at the sensation of her strong muscles yielding snugly around his shaft. Riding her bareback was an incomparable, sublime experience. As he forged forward with his c.o.c.k, he pressed his thumb through the tight ring of her a.s.s. They both moaned in unison, and he felt the involuntary clenching of her muscles.

"Lord, Rachael, I feel your heat and your p.u.s.s.y gripping me.

f.u.c.king beautiful."

Holding still, giving her muscles time to adjust, he turned his attention to her a.s.s, slowly moving his thick thumb in and out. Then with shallow strokes he began to pump into her.

"Sweetheart, you were built for sin."