Chapter Thirty
Rachel
I followed Nell into her room, admittedly a little shocked that she wanted me to put her to bed instead of her dad. I hoped I hadn’t overstepped, and didn’t want James to think I was interfering. While I wasn’t Nell’s parent, I was still flattered that she wanted me to put her to bed.
She dragged me down the hallway and into her room. Then walked over to her books and picked up one of her favorites. She handed it to me to read.
“Will you please read that to me?” she asked.
I nodded my head, “Sure thing, sweetheart.”
After I had read her the book, Nell looked a little tired, or maybe even sad. I sat next to her on the bed rubbed her little head. “Nell, are you okay?” I asked her.
I hadn’t been around for that long, but I could still tell when she was upset about something.
“Sweetie, you can tell me. If there’s something bothering you, the best thing to do is tell someone you trust,” I said, in my most gentle voice. I wanted her to know that I could help her out if she needed it. If something was really bothering her, I could be a good listener and help her figure out what the problem might be.
She shrugged, and I didn’t want to say anymore. I didn’t want to pressure her; I knew that pushing a kid to talk too hard could shut them down completely, and they’d never open up to you. At least, that’s what I’d heard from my friends who are parents.
“Well, I’m going to leave now. I’ll let you get your rest,” I said and stood up.
“Wait,” her little voice said.
I paused and didn’t get up from the bed. I just looked down at her. “Yes?”
“I do want to talk to you,” she said.
I nodded my head to let her know that it was okay to start talking now.
“Kids are mean,” she simply stated.
“What you mean?” I asked her.
“There are some kids at school, they-they make fun of me,” she said, and a few tears started to roll down her face. She sat up and wrapped her arms around me.
“I’m so sorry, Nell. What is it that they are saying to you?” I asked, beginning to worry. I had been bullied in junior high school myself, so I knew what it was like. It didn’t feel good at all.
“They say that my mom isn’t around because I’m weird,” she said, her tears falling more quickly now.
I was beside myself, and couldn’t believe that somebody would tease her about not having a mother. It made me really upset, but I didn’t want to show her that.
“Aw, Nell. I’m so sorry. You know what? Don’t listen to them. If they say anything else, you just need to stick up for yourself, okay? They’ll leave you alone if you stick up for yourself,” I said.
“Are you sure, Rachel?” she asked me.
I nodded my head. “Yes, I’m sure. Bullies are really just cowards. They’re teasing you because they’re upset about something in their own lives. So, try not to take it too personally. If you stick up for yourself, they should leave you alone.” I felt confident in my response. But I also hoped I wasn’t overstepping. This was a little girl who needed somebody to talk to. Somebody besides her dad. Sometimes children had an easier time talking to someone that wasn’t their parent.
“Thanks for talking to me, Rachel,” Nell said.
I leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Anytime, kid. You get some good rest now, okay?”
She nodded her head, rolled over, and within a few minutes, I could tell that she was falling asleep. I snuck out of her room and quietly walked down the hallway to the living room.
“What was all that about?” James asked.
I shrugged, “Just some girl stuff. Nothing to worry about,” I said to him. I didn’t want to worry him about what was going on, and I felt like I’d handled it. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal, really.
“Now that Nell is asleep, we can retire to the bedroom,” James said with a sexy smile.
I laughed and let him lead me down the hall.
Once we got in there, he grabbed me and started kissing me aggressively. It was hot, and we started undressing each other while we were kissing. I unbuttoned his pants, while he did mine, then he paused and removed each of our shirts. It was sexy and simple: just what I liked.
His lips met mine once again, then moved down and started kissing my neck down my breasts. He took one into his mouth and sucked on my nipple, then he did it to the other one. It felt so good when he played like this; it was a feeling that I couldn’t quite describe. Like a shot of pleasure went straight to my pussy.
His mouth trailed down my stomach towards my panties, which I still had on, but he moved them off me slowly and then he pushed me back on the bed. I was now fully naked on the bed, and he got between my legs, and he pressed his mouth to my clit, moving his tongue up and down, in a quick rhythm.
“Oh, wow, you’re really good with your tongue,” I said to him. I placed my hands on his head and my fingers in his hair. He licked me harder and faster, flicking his tongue back-and-forth quickly across the tip of my clit. He moved it around in different ways to keep the pleasure going. I loved everything he was doing with his tongue.
I felt him take a finger and slide it inside of me while his tongue continued to work around my clit. Everything he did was like magic. Each and every single way he touched me felt new and exciting. He really knew what he was doing in bed.
A second finger slid into me, adding pressure. I could tell I was really wet by the way his fingers slid in and out so easily. He wiggled his fingers, dragging them against the walls of my pussy and hitting that special spot that drove me wild. My body uncontrollably jerked every time he did it. It was an intense bolt of pleasure.
I felt myself starting to get close. I grabbed the sheets with both of my hands, gripping hard and prepared myself for an orgasm. My body tensed and then all at once everything began to relax as pleasure swept through my body. I threw my head back and let the feelings overtake me. I didn’t feel anything else or to think about anything else. All I was focused on with the pure pleasure that was rushing through my body at that moment.
As I started to come down, he sat up.
“Was that good?” he asked.
I nodded my head and bit my lip. “Mmm-hmm.”
He pulled his boxers off and got on the bed after I scooted back to give him room. Spreading my legs, he placed one on each of his shoulders. I felt his thick, hard cock pressing into my pussy.
“You want it?” he asked, teasing me.
I nodded my head.
“Let me hear you beg me for it,” he said.
“Please, fuck me,” I said to him in my sexiest voice. I wanted him to know that I was really turned on and despite having an orgasm already, I just really wanted to get fucked. The longer he waited, the more I needed to feel his cock shoved inside of me. I was growing desperate and wanted to feel him so bad.
“How do you want me to fuck you?” he asked.
“Hard and fast,” I said, without hesitation.
He bit his lip and groaned, then before I knew it, he had shoved himself inside me. Gripping my ankles, he started thrusting his cock in and out of my pussy. Stretching it as he fucked it.
“Oh, fuck that feels so good,” I moaned.
He was deep inside of me now, and I could feel him hitting the back of my pussy with each thrust. Each time he did that, I felt a small jab of pain. It wasn’t anything bad and just made the pleasure more intense. His cock was so big, there was no way to avoid the unique pain and pleasure combination. I liked it a lot and knew it would leave me sore for a couple of days afterward. Soreness would remind me of what we had done, and turn me on at the same time. I liked the reminders.
“Your pussy is so wet,” he said, looking down at me with an intense look in his eyes.
I bit my lip, “Only for you.”
“Damn right,” he said and continued to thrust his cock in and out of me. He paused and moved both of my legs to one shoulder, and I could feel my pussy grip onto his cock even tighter.
He sucked air in through his teeth and begin to fuck me harder and harder. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge again. I was getting close to the spot that drove me absolutely wild. The spot right before I actually came when everything felt more intense.
Then he stopped.
“Why did you stop?” I asked him, confused.
“I was about to cum; I don’t want it to be over yet,” he said, breathing hard.
“I was about to cum, too,” I said, giving him a sad face.
“I know,” he said and leaned down to kiss me. Then he put my legs down and said, “I want you on top. Reverse cowgirl.”
I nodded my head as he laid down next to me, and I got up and positioned myself so that I was straddling him but facing away. My legs were spread and bent and I slowly lowered myself down onto him. I could feel him holding his cock up, and he pressed into my hole. He began to slide in, and I had to reach down and spread my pussy a bit for him. He was almost too big for this position.
But then I felt it. I felt him begin to slide into me and finally he was all the way inside.
I sucked air in through my teeth. “Holy shit. You’re so deep inside of me.” I moaned.
“Mm-hmm,” he moaned in response.
I began to bounce on him. His cock sliding in and out of me, gently and with ease. He hit the back of my pussy, and when I leaned forward a bit, I could feel him hit my g-spot. I reached down and placed a hand between my legs and began to rub my clit. I knew I was going to go fast this time.
I felt him place his hands on my hips and he helped to bounce me up and down. I was relieved to get help because my legs were starting to get tired. I didn’t want them to give out while we were fucking hard like this.
“Are you close?” he asked.
I moaned, “Mm-hmm” and nodded my head.
“Cum for me, baby,” he said.
He let go of my hips, and I started to rock myself back and forth. I was on the edge of cumming once again. I was so close. I just wanted to feel the sweet, sweet release. I hit the really intense point, and it didn’t take much more to push me over. My body was taken over by the floating feeling once again, as my legs began to relax and my pussy pulsed. His cock began to throb inside of me, and he was moaning behind me. I knew he was cumming at the same time as me.
I rolled off him after we both came down from our orgasms and laid my head on his chest. He kissed me, and his breathing seemed to slow down. I matched his with my own. Before too long, I was drifting to sleep.