Mrs R (Mrs R & Mr V #1) (54 page)

“Fuck!” Joe blurted his surprise at her touching him without
fair warning.

“So hard. So ready…the last time I had sex in this bed was…”

“Enough!” barked the man beneath her “I don’t want to hear
another word.” He placed a hand over hers stilling their movements. His cock
throbbed under their combined touch.

“You sure about that Joe?”

“Fucking certain,” he snapped flipping her onto her back and
looming over her on all fours.

Rachel’s mouth curled upwards in a mocking grin. “Thank god,
we’re not getting any younger!”

Joe slammed his mouth down on hers forcing his tongue down her
throat. His arms were supporting his upper body weight so as not to crush her,
but from his groin down ward he was plastered to her pinning her against the
mattress moulding his body to hers. Rachel’s thoughts were jumbled as memories
of Luc mixed with the reality of Joe sent her spiralling on waves of building
pleasure. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close returning his
kiss with equal passion, trying to convey everything she felt about him through
the fierce and fevered use of her lips and tongue.

Joe couldn’t get enough. He was swamped with sensation as he
licked and sucked his way around Rachel’s body. This wanton woman beneath him
was stripping him of every coherent thought and he was fast slipping towards
oblivion. Love seemed to heighten all his senses and make everything seem so
intense and wonderful and everything he had ever indulged in paled into
insignificance when he was with her. Squashed between their abdomens, his poor
deprived cock was so rigid it was actually exquisitely painful.

“Shit, Rachel. I need to be in you sweetheart but…” Rachel
placed a finger over his lips; reached over to her bedside drawer and opened it
wide. A box of open condoms sat there waiting nestled up against her vibrator.
Joe’s eyes opened wide. He would have to ask her about that later, but for now
he grabbed a foil packet relieving it of its contents.

“Put it on me baby” Joe groaned loudly as Rachel took the
condom from him and rolled it over the sensitive tip of his glistening cock.

“You’re so hard Joe” she shivered at the steely length of him,
“and so
big
.” Rachel began to giggle
as she dragged out the words dramatically.

Joe flashed her a warning look. “Say it. You know I need to
hear it. Just bloody say it.”

Rachel’s eyes widened in utter disbelief. “Oh good lord, your
ego is pathetic. There is no good reason on this earth for me to satisfy your
inner Neanderthal.” She poked one of his rock hard pecs and he raised an
eyebrow at her
 
which she actually
found extremely sexy.

“Oh I promise you there is. You have no idea what can happen
when ‘Neanderthal Joe’ comes out to play.” Rachel’s stomach flipped at the
intent behind the low rumble of Joe’s words.

“Ok, Ok. You’re bigger than him…everywhere. Happy now?” Rachel
threw her head back into the pillow and laughed smacking him on the chest. “Ooh
so big, Joe…” she placed a hand against her forehead feigning wonder. “However
will it fit?” and she was off again shaking with hysterics. “Seriously? You are
definitely the bigger prick!”

Joe stilled and narrowed his eyes at her.

“Oops; sorry that came out wrong!” Rachel’s attempts at an
apology were half hearted at best particularly as she kept dissolving into fits
of laughter.

Joe just kept shaking his head at her trying to look very
stern, but the twitching at the corners of his mouth gave him away – he
was enjoying this as much as Rachel was. Letting her amusement run its course,
Joe waited patiently until Rachel had stopped giggling and then he waited until
her breath picked up and she started squirming.

“Joe?”

Sitting astride her, Joe took a wrist in each hand and held
them above her head. He scooted back and nudged her legs apart and settled
himself on his knees between her thighs. He was now deadly silent and most
certainly menacing never breaking eye contact. Rachel was tingling with
anticipation; she could feel her clit swelling and her core heat up like she
was priming herself for Joe’s touch. It felt primeval and raw and erotic. Her
nipples peaked begging to be inside of his hot mouth, but Joe was taking his
sweet time. Payback was a bitch.

Looking up at him. Rachel took in the unconventional longish
black hair streaked with grey falling over his face. She wanted to run her fingers
through his fringe and tug it away from his handsome face so she could
appreciate more clearly his mesmerising eyes. They changed colour and intensity
depending on his mood and right now they were silvery grey. His black pupils
were dilated with his desire for her and the intensity of his stare sucked the
breath from her lungs. His hard features slowly softened under her scrutiny and
she thought she saw love there. Joe Mason was stunning from head to toe; inside
and out; Rachel had witnessed the many sides to him; hard and gentle; strong
yet vulnerable; confident but hesitant; both eloquent and tongue-tied, and
honest to a t. Here, at last, was the man she could fall in love with.

Joe had grown weary of the constant to and fro of the dynamic
and urgently wanted to get to the fucking stage. There at least he could be
sure to be in control again and not lose himself to uncertainty. Joe had made
up his mind what he wanted and that was Rachel Renton – heart, body and
soul. He was sufficiently satisfied that Rachel and Luc were a thing of the
past and consequently, all he wanted to do was make sure Rachel never had
reason to go back there. Bucking his hips forward a mutual hiss filled the
silence as the head of Joe’s cock nudged Rachel’s swollen clit. He got a thrill
out of the way Rachel reacted so he did it again. She moaned quietly and lifted
her own hips to meet his next thrust whimpering as their sensitive flesh met.

“Not close enough Joe” her words more of a plea than a
statement. Joe teased her again and she bucked against his thick shaft now
slick with her wetness. “I need you closer baby,” she whispered against his
chest.

Hearing her call him baby finally did it for Joe and he entered
her swiftly in one easy movement. The endearment from this woman’s lips
shattered the last of his shields and his heart opened to the possibility of a
life less lonely with Rachel in it. He rammed himself hard into her and she met
each thrust with a grunt of her own. She was grabbing his shoulders then
digging her nails into his butt; pulling at his waist and gripping his neck in
a frenzied attempt to get closer still. She sent him wild with her wriggling
and when Rachel started gyrating her hips in time with his entering her, he
knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer.

“Harder Joe. Come for me bossman; let it all out now baby.”
Rachel’s constant stream of words directed towards him sounding husky and raw
between her own gasps and moans had the desired effect. He felt the first
delicious tingles low in his spine; little fiery licks wielded their way around
to his balls and they tightened ready to explode. “So close Rachel” he forced
the words out warning her, and as his climax began to build he felt her pussy
walls clamp down around his cock in a delicious final tug as they both erupted
together loudly.

“Holy fuck!” ricocheted around his brain as he fought to
regulate his breathing. Coming together with a woman had never happened before
for Joe and the elation of the shared experience had rendered him mute and
motionless.
 

“Hot! It’s so hot! Joe…get off.” Rachel pushed against the wall
of man collapsed across her but of course her efforts were futile against his
solid mass. “Joe, please” she begged becoming claustrophobic from the heat of
their sweaty bodies.

“Can’t move.” Joe grumbled into the skin of her neck where his
head was resting heavily.

“Don’t be ridiculous; I’m melting, get off.” Rachel waited for
a few more seconds but the mountain of a man currently smothering her made no
attempt at complying with her request. “Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you…” and
reaching down between their bodies Rachel found the soft skin of his inner
thigh and pinched him hard using her fingernails. Joe flew off her landing on
the mattress beside her.

“Jesus – fuck that hurt.” He yelled turning to see a
rather satisfied grinning, glistening woman lying next to him. “Oh, you think
you’re so funny but you haven’t considered payback now have you. When you took
your pincer like fingers and tortured my poor sensitive flesh; did you consider
how I might inflict retribution for that hasty and painful action you inflicted
upon me.” Joe paused to let his words penetrate Rachel’s brain. “Did you think
I’d forgotten how ticklish you are?”

A look of horror crossed her face. She absolutely hated to be
tickled with a passion. Trying to maintain a convincing façade she kept her
voice steady. “I hate to disappoint you but I’m not feeling at all ticklish
today.”

Joe studied her for a minute and decided she was lying to him.
“Really? I’m not so sure; I think I might need to put you to the test on that”
and before Rachel could escape his clutches he’d clamped one of his huge hands
down on her thigh trapping her.

Rachel panicked. If Joe wanted to torture her then she was
powerless to prevent him, but she really did hate to be tickled. “Excuse me but
I need the loo.” A valid reason for her release Rachel surmised.

“I don’t think you do.”

She tutted. “Well if you want to be sleeping on wet sheets, be
my guest.”

“Nice” Joe laughed, ”but I’m willing to risk it” and in one
speedy movement he had both of her hands above her head holding her in place as
he blew raspberries all over her stomach. Rachel creased up and giggled. Here
she was expecting a full on unrelenting attack but instead, Joe had morphed
into a big pussycat teasing her and making her laugh under his sweet kisses.
‘Unpredictable Joe’ was slowly melting her heart.

“Oh my god” she squealed from beneath him, “now I really do
need to wee; let me go!” she kicked him in the shins and eventually got his
attention. “Bloody hell Joe, I’m busting, stop!” Laughing he let her go
smacking her bum as she got off the bed.

Watching her disappear in to her bathroom Joe experienced what
he could only suspect was contentment and when she re-emerged sliding back in
to his arms all sleepy and soft, his heart swelled and his mind stilled. His
last thought as he drifted into a peaceful sleep is that he never wanted to be anywhere
else but with Rachel.

**********

“Shit!” Rachel cried realising she’d slept straight through her
alarm. She sat bolt upright; her heart pounding until her brain kicked into
gear to remind her that it was Saturday. Sagging back in to the cosiness of the
bed, she was suddenly conscious of the man beside her who was still deep in
sleep snoring softly and as she turned to face him Rachel was momentarily
shocked to see Joe and not Nate. For the past year, she had woken up in despair
at being alone but today she was elated to have Joe for company. Not just
anyone; not Nate; not Luc, but Joe, her boss; the man she had initially
despised for being arrogant and insensitive and who was now the centre of her
world. Rachel was under no illusion that he’d undergo some massive personality
change just because they were together, but she had learnt these past few days
that the man was far more complex with many more layers than his image
portrayed.

If Rachel had to sum up Joe in one word it would have to be
‘powerful.’ It rolled off him in waves even in sleep. But she knew it wasn’t
just his immense physical strength that gave him that aura alone; it was his
stance; the set of his jaw; his confidence and diligence; the breadth of his
knowledge and the depth of his passions. The man was entirely comfortable with
himself and that was highly compelling. Consequently, she could cope with
Public Joe as long as she came home to her Private Joe; the one who made her
laugh; teased her and fucked her into oblivion.

Rachel stretched then shifted on to her side facing him so she
could study him while he slept; a novelty she expected would never wear off.
Joe had a strong profile and his features although relaxed in slumber could
hardly be described as soft. Rachel loved the mass of dark hair that covered
his head, face and chest. It was very masculine and the feel of it on her skin
turned her on which was something new to her. His physique continued to amaze
her and she lightly traced the defined muscles of his biceps, shoulders and
pecs with the tips of her fingers; the hard ridges taut under his soft
skin.
 
He twitched a bit under her
touch but didn’t wake leaving Rachel to swoon at will.

“You awake?” Rachel whispered but Joe snuffled on not stirring.
“Oh goodie!”

Stifling a giggle, Rachel used her feet to push the covers down
to the bottom of the bed, so she could continue her close scrutiny of Joe’s
sleeping form. She was still coming to terms with the fact that he wanted her
when he could easily have any woman but she wasn’t knocking it. She couldn’t
wait to introduce him to her friends – they were all going to have a shit
fit when Joe Mason walked in the room, and it amused her to think of the men
puffing up their chests and pulling in their stomachs, while her girlfriends
made hopeless demands of their plunge bras and spanx! They were a mostly
successful crowd in their chosen careers and she was very fond of them, but oh
boy they would all be out of their depth with her new boyfriend. She chuckled
quietly at the prospect.