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Rachel And Stephen Ch. 08 free porn video
2 months later
It was a Saturday afternoon, but I was still in bed. I had the comforter thrown back, luxuriating in the sunlight that splashed in through my window across my naked body. My window faced open air on an upper story, so I knew the chances that I was being watched through there or through my open door were minute, but I still stretched in an intentionally appealing way as I ran my hands across my breasts, enjoying the tension of my stiff nipples against my palms.
I left my left hand there, massaging and teasing and tugging on those firm peaks, and the other hand began to stroke lower across my abdomen. I watched those muscles tighten as my fingers crossed my belly-button, skimming across my mons, and sighed as I brushed a fairy-light touch across my labia.
I pulled firmly on my right nipple right as I dipped a finger barely into the pool of moisture between my legs, and my breath sped quickly at the feelings that rushed through me. My finger dipped down again, pressing a little more firmly, sliding just barely into that slick canal, and I felt my back arch up slightly. God, this was good.
My hand fell into a familiar pattern then, fingers spreading slippery moisture over each and every swollen fold between my legs until I ached with need, and then I let my palm settle gently onto the center of the wet, fiery heat.
AS I sucked a breath in across parted lips, my eyes fluttered shut and I felt a familiar movie start to play on the inside of the lids.
Stephen.
Nope. Something else. Anything else.
As I started to rub, pleasurable sparks flickering around my labia warmly like the static on clothes fresh out of the dryer, I conjured up the image of a sweaty fireman – but he had Stephen’s face.
Nope, nope, nope.
I tried to focus on the sensation alone as I rubbed more and more firmly, pressing into that taut and swollen flesh, letting the rhythm of my body take over, and finally all thought slipped from my mind but the tension growing in my core.
I could feel my breathing grow heavy then, gasping a little, maybe the faintest suggestion of a moan on the exhale. The pleasure was hot, burning, growing, my hand slipping and sliding and grinding against the bud of my clitoris, a swollen pearl against my flesh.
A choked groan echoed against my ears – but not mine.
My eyes shot open, widening at the sight of a male figure at my open door, but my hand – and the rest of my body – was past the point of stopping. Eyes locked with Stephen’s warm startled gaze, I came then, spasming and moaning unabashedly.
The world slowed down, and my body went limp as the electric pleasure faded into a warm feeling of satisfaction. My eyes had shut at some point and I opened them again to see Stephen still standing frozen at the door.
‘That key was for emergencies,’ I said, voice soft. When he just blinked in return I remembered my disheveled exposed state. ‘Can you hand me my robe, please?’
I gestured with the recently used hand and then blushed when I realized it was still damp. Stephen tore his eyes off me and carefully stared at the wall as he grabbed the light silk of my robe and tossed it over to me. As I stood up and slipped it on, I mulled over what to say.
We hadn’t spoken since Vegas. I was just finally starting to unwind his strings from around my heart – was I really ready to talk to him? Not to mention, ready to talk to him in a situation this awkward?
Safely covered, I settled on just sitting back on the bed and crossing my arms. Stephen was the one who’d walked in on me. He could start the conversation. A very long moment passed, and at the end of it he was still staring at the wall while I glared. Something inside me felt raw and painful – I didn’t know how we’d gotten to this point, but somehow we felt like strangers. My throat felt tight as I realized that this silence meant it really was all over. It was time to get him out of my apartment and forget him.
But maybe five years of friendship paid off in that moment after all. Right as everything felt like it was shattering inside me, Stephen’s warm brown eyes finally met mine, hooded in seriousness.
‘It was an emergency,’ he said.
‘Look,’ I said, ‘Don’t be cryptic. Is something really wrong? I’m not really prepared to play verbal games with you right now.’
‘Rach,’ he said, stepping closer to me and holding eye contact. ‘Rach, hush. Something is really wrong.’
I started to panic, thinking cancer or bankruptcy or something else terrible but he hushed me again as soon as my mouth opened.
‘Just listen, please,’ he said.
I nodded.
‘The emergency,’ he continued, ‘is that I’ve been thinking… a lot. And I realized I was in the process of slowly losing my best friend because of some harsh words and my inability to apologize.’
His tone was rough and stilted and I felt my heart soften immediately. ‘I’m sorry,’ I interjected thickly.
‘I’m not done.’
I nodded again, eyebrows raised in confused anticipation.
‘Okay,’ he said, ‘so, losing my best friend, which is bad enough. But the reason that I froze up – and I’ve thought a lot about this – the reason I froze up so much and I just couldn’t make myself apologize is that you are so, so so much more than my best friend.’
My mouth opened again to ask what he meant but I found myself totally frozen, eyes locked to his like a lifeline.
‘You’re beautiful, you know,’ he said, and it came out rushed and a little uncomfortable. Before I could reply, he continued, ‘No, you really are. You are so beautiful. I don’t know how I didn’t realize sooner. And you’re wonderful and smart and responsible and just generally fantastic, and the last two months have been the hardest months of my life. Not talking with you – not being with you – makes me feel like half my soul is withering away inside me, as cliché as that sounds.’
Finally finding the ghost of my voice, I croaked out in a whisper, ‘What are you saying?’
‘That – that I’m sorry for yelling at you in Vegas. And I’m sorry for manipulating you into our whole crazy bet. And I’m so, so sorry it’s taken me this long to apologize.’
A pang of disappointment shot through me. ‘I’m sorry, too. Is that all?’
He ran a hand through his hair in a tense, jerky way. ‘No, it’s not. I – agh. I really am sorry for yelling at you, Rach, but I’m not sorry I stopped you from going home with that guy. I’m not! Because he was a creep. And because…’
‘Because?’ I prompted as the silence dragged on.
‘Because you shouldn’t throw yourself away on a guy like that. Because you belong with, well, with me, not with him! Because I want to be with you.’ By the end of the speech, Stephen’s voice was emphatic but shaky, and his eyes were locked on the floor.
Disbelief shot through me, followed by confusion and panic in quick succession. This was what I wanted. This couldn’t be real. I had to be misunderstanding. Stephen wasn’t into girls like me.
Shaking, I finally opened my mouth, daring to look him in the eye when he looked up at me. ‘Sexually?’
His breath hissed out in half a laugh. ‘God, yes. In any way that you’ll let me, Rach! Hell, I’d settle for holding your hand.’
‘Stephen…’ My eyes prickled but I kept talking, choking a little on a tightening throat. ‘You really want to be with me? Like, romantically?’ I was sniffling then, tears blurring the sight of his wonderful familiar face.
‘If you’re interested,’ he answered stiffly. A sob slipped out of my mouth then as I nodded and I heard rather than saw him step toward me. ‘Rach, baby, come here! Don’t cry!’
I stumbled my way into his warm arms, sobbing like a child and sniffing copious amounts of mucus back. Needless to say, this wasn’t how I’d imagined this moment, but I forgot entirely about that as he pulled me close and my ear settled against th
e warm thrum of his heartbeat through the soft cotton of a t-shirt.
‘What’s wrong?’ His voiced rumbled into my ear and it took me a moment to hear the panicked edge to it.
‘I m-m-m-issed you,’ I sobbed out shakily.
‘Shh,’ he said softly. ‘I missed you, too.’
‘I’m sorry that I acted… stupid,’ I said. I struggled to find the words to explain the emotional maelstrom within me. ‘I just – it seemed like everything, Vegas, the bet, was a game to you, but I was falling hard for you. I couldn’t deal with that. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship or end up hurt, but I almost ended up doing both anyway.’
Stephen chuckled weakly in my ear. ‘Rachel, I acted even stupider. I got a good look at you and next thing you know I was seeing you in a new way and I stopped thinking with my head. I’m pretty sure I’ve had feelings for you for about forever, if I’m honest, but all of a sudden you were right there in front of me and so damn sexy. I fell for you too – that’s why I lashed out when you wanted to go home with that creep. I just couldn’t deal with the idea of his hands on you – not on this body and not in that dress, right when it felt like you were almost within my grasp…’
I took a breath. ‘I love you,’ I said, surprising even myself.
Stephen was quiet for a minute, and I pulled back to look at his face, terror twisting the pit of my stomach. He was smiling down at me, though, a delighted smile that made his coffee-colored eyes glow, and when he saw my look his smile broadened. ‘I love you, too,’ he said, without a moment of hesitation.
I kissed him, then, stretching up on my tiptoes to reach those broad smiling lips. They were so warm and soft as they caught mine, a sharp contrast to the cold tears that I could feel smudge against his cheeks when our faces met, and the kiss was soft and sweet and all-consuming, taking even my breath. I pulled back for air, but he barely let me move before his lips claimed mine again, pulling sweetly at me and sending warmth trickling through my body. We kissed for a long time, our caresses joyous and desperate and chaste in a way that I hadn’t felt since my first boyfriend. Stephen’s lips lit me on fire, but it burned gently, and we never even moved except for when his hand wrapped around the back of my neck and pulled me closer.
‘I love you, Rachel,’ he whispered, breaking our contact for a small moment, and I whispered it back before pressing my mouth to his again.
Finally, I stepped back a few inches, unsteady on my feet and shaking with happiness. ‘So what happens now? We fall into bed and live happily ever after?’ I asked, half joking.
Stephen laughed and hugged me tight to him. ‘Would you mind if I just held you for a while instead?’
‘No,’ I squeaked out. We tumbled ungracefully onto the bed then, and I oofed out a gasp when his weight landed heavily on me.
‘Sorry!’ he said, laughing, and carefully rolled over with me positioned on top of him. When his arms were wrapped securely around my back again, I sighed in pure joy. This still felt surreal, but blissfully so. My face tucked perfectly into the hollow between his neck and shoulder and I had to resist an urge to purr like a kitten.
After a few moments of sweet silence, I murmured into the soft skin of his neck, ‘I suppose I should probably thank you for making me lose that bet. It’s a skill I like having.’
He chuckled softly, stomach rippling against mine. ‘I should thank me for teaching you that skill. It’s a beautiful thing to see.’
I started to blush, but before I could really feel embarrassed Stephen moved to kiss me. I met him enthusiastically, and the warmth of embarrassment spiraled into a different kind of warmth deep within me.
He sucked in a short breath between deep kisses and murmured against my lips, ‘I might have changed my mind on the whole falling into bed thing.’
I just kissed him deeper in response, tongue bumping gently against the soft skin of his lips. His mouth slipped open and our tongues caressed wetly, heat dancing between us. I heard him groan slightly as his hands clamped tightly onto the small of my back, crushing me against his chest, and I squirmed in happiness.
Heat caught quickly inside me, and I could feel the moisture pool between my thighs, only barely dried from my recent orgasm. I gently nibbled Stephen’s lower lip, and his sharp intake of breath was followed by him suddenly rolling me to my back. I lay there breathless for a moment, staring up at his eyes, sparkling with deep black pupils, and then gasped when he leaned down and started suckling on my neck. His lips nibbled lower and lower along the sensitive skin until they brushed the v-neck collar of my silky robe. I could see the peaks of my nipples perk up against the thin fabric in response, and I slowly sucked in a breath, hoping to direct his mouth to those twin peaks.
He kissed down my sternum, directly between them, and never even wavered to either side. I whimpered a little in frustration, but Stephen just brushed a kiss across my pouting lips in response.
I decided to fight fire with fire and untied my robe, then, pulling open the olive colored silk to expose a tensed abdomen, heaving breasts, and the shadowed vee between my thighs.
‘God, Rach!’ exhaled Stephen. I just arched upward, shoving my taut nipples toward his face, and he finally complied by swooping down to claim one between his moistened lips. I shivered and groaned in delight. His mouth was magical. I felt his tongue swirl around the swollen point, and then he pulled back, increasing suction and sending warm zings of delight through me. As soon as the pink bud popped free of his lips I was eagerly shoving its twin into his mouth, whimpering when he urgently pulled the whole front of my soft breast into the hot cave between his lips. It felt like hot, liquid velvet brushing across an extremely sensitive part of my anatomy, and I almost protested when he pulled back again.
However, my distress was short-lived, as his hot tongue began tracing a burning pattern down my stomach and lower. Anticipation built within me, and by the time he placed a small, gentle kiss at the apex of my thighs, I was panting.
‘Fuck me,’ I gasped.
A sharp inhalation told me he’d heard.
‘Stephen, baby, fuck me, please!’
‘In a little bit,’ he growled.
‘Now!’
‘Rachel, listen, trust me when I say I’m planning on it. But right now I want to taste every inch of your body, and get to know what I’ve been missing out on.’
I moaned at that, feeling his breath gust against my moistened core with every word, wordlessly spreading my thighs for him in silent answer.
He kissed me again there on my inner lips, ever so gently, and then his tongue slipped out and traced the outer edges of my folds and I lost all sense of the specifics. Whatever he was doing, it was wonderful, hot and slick and caressing, almost tickling me, til I cried out a little with every movement. As he licked and caressed me, I felt a warm fuzzy tingle start in my feet and I knew I was close – but I didn’t want to miss out on a chance to have Stephen inside me.
Panting, I choked out, ‘I’m close. Stop, stop, I’m close, fuck me please.’
His face appeared above mine then, flushed and eyes sparkling. He kissed me, and I could taste myself on his lips. I was past the point of words so I just thrust my pelvis impatiently against the hard rod of his arousal.
‘I love you, you know,’ he gusted into my ear, hot moist breath teasing me mercilessly.
I just nodded, desperate with need, and pushed myself against him more urgently.
His next breath was shaky. ‘You still on the pill?’
How incredibly sweet. For a moment I was roused from the haze of desire to kiss his stubbled cheek – most guys wouldn’t even ask. ‘Yes,’ I whispered.
With that Stephen’s last shred of control evaporated and he ground into me with a groan. The pres
sure was intense, rough, and almost painfully pleasurable. My hands scrabbled at the hard bones of his hips as I yanked his boxers off and he pulled off his t-shirt. Where were his pants? I didn’t even care, as long as they were off.
His thick manhood sprang free from the elastic as I pulled, surrounded by a neatly trimmed sprinkling of dark hair, and I sighed in joy. My hand was on him then, wrapped around that stiff rod – like silk wrapped steel – and his breath hitched when I started to stroke.
‘Oh God,’ he choked out. The head of his cock bumped against my core then, hot and urgent, and I released my grip on him to grab a handful of the sheets.
‘Ohhh,’ I groaned, as his tip parted my center and moved slowly inward. It seemed like he was trying to go gently and take his time but I just couldn’t take it – I was dripping with need and I thrust upward onto him, feeling his cock slide fully into me. I cried out then, overwhelmed with the feeling of fullness, and he gasped and then we were moving together, his weight slamming into my clit on each downward stroke.
Sensation exploded within me and I panted desperately, teetering on the edge through one thrust, two, and then suddenly tipped past the point of no return. I cried out his name, keening it long and slow as everything froze in one endless moment of intense pleasure, and then I was spasming around him, grunting with each ripple that passed through me.
I felt Stephen’s abdomen stiffen then, tensing, and knew he was cumming as well. Overjoyed, I pressed up against him, trying to show him just how much it meant to me to be sharing this moment. He collapsed on me, damp and sweaty and mine, and I murmured a sweet little nonsense noise at him in happiness.
My eyes drifted shut for a moment until he moved again, slowly slipping out of me and falling to my side. His whole body pressed against my back and his arm wrapped around my chest, pulling me tight to him, all safe and secure.
‘Thank you,’ I murmured sleepily.
He just mumbled back at me wordlessly, but I knew he meant the same.
‘I love you,’ I sighed out.
‘Love you, Rachel,’ Stephen whispered somewhere near my ear.
I let my eyes close tightly then, laying there with the late afternoon sunlight warming my face and the smell of Stephen’s skin surrounding me, and as I drifted slowly into sleep, I felt utterly complete.
The end.
Thanks so much for reading (and enjoying ,) ) all you lovely people. If you can’t get enough of Rachel and Stephen, the good news is a spicier sequel is in the works, and I will be posting those chapters here as I write as well.
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