Sweet Water Vet: Taking Rachael Part 14

"I think it must be rea.s.suring to have a history and attachment to a place like this. That's why I love my little cabin so much."

Joshua slowed the swing down and moved in front of Rachael.

Without saying a word, he pushed her legs apart and knelt between them. Just as he'd thought, the swing was low enough and he was tall enough to facilitate a good f.u.c.king. He pushed his jeans a little way down, effectively freeing his erect shaft. Still not speaking, he trailed his fingers along her thigh, while he unselfconsciously stroked himself with his other hand. When his fingers reached the apex of her legs, he was unsurprised to feel swollen, moist, soft folds.

Knowing that she was ready for him, he bunched up her skirt and positioned the head of his c.o.c.k within the lips of her warm p.u.s.s.y.

Needing no verbal instruction, Rachael wrapped her legs loosely around his waist and held on tightly to the rope. He gripped the edges of the swing seat with each hand and swung it forward, which caused his c.o.c.k to be buried deep inside her.

She gasped as he filled and stretched her like a big hand in a small latex glove. She leaned farther back on the swing to give an even deeper angle of penetration as he repeatedly rocked her onto his c.o.c.k.

He could clearly see his length slipping into her c.u.n.t. It looked like burst, ripe fruit split around his width. She also brazenly watched the erotic sight for a little while before gazing intently into his eyes with a look of desire and devilment. She purposely squeezed and clenched her p.u.s.s.y, clasping even tighter around him. His eyes widened at the unexpected exquisite sensation. Rachael groaned as she then reversed the action of her muscles, pushing out, as if trying to expel him.

"Jesus, what are you doing?" he ground out as his whole body thrummed with pleasure at the unsurpa.s.sed stimulation of his c.o.c.k.

"f.u.c.king you."

Again and again, she clenched her muscles tight, clutched his straining, taut shaft with a warm, slick, vice-like grip, drew him deeper inside, then released and pushed forcefully. Her muscles squeezed around his c.o.c.k and pressed against his hard flesh.

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He stopped moving, holding Rachael and the swing close to his body and gave in to the escalating waves of sheer pleasure.

"Come for me, Joshua," she commanded, wrapping her legs tighter around him.

Unable and unwilling to fight against the climax building, he erupted into her, expelling a loud grunt as he spurted his release, surrendering his seed into her silken embrace.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and, burying his head in her hair, caught his breath. Then he did something he'd never done before after s.e.x-he started to chuckle.

"h.e.l.l, woman, you are full of surprises."

"Just giving you a taste of your own medicine." She giggled along with him.

As he came down slowly from the s.e.xual high, he realized that not only had he never laughed after s.e.x, he had never let a women take control either. He knew it now, clear as a fresh mountain lake: he loved her. He drew back and looked at her in wonderment. He had thought that he only wanted to dominate, but Rachael had turned the tables on him, and he had enjoyed it.

"Speaking of a taste, I believe I owe you one. You didn't come."

She grinned. "If we are keeping score, then I'm well up on the o.r.g.a.s.m chart. Anyway, I've got a sneaking suspicion you'll make up for it later."

He nodded as he produced a clean neckerchief from his pocket.

"At least let me clean you up."

She began to protest, but he silenced her with a kiss as his hand caressed between her legs, cleaning the evidence of their union.

"You're doing a very thorough job," she murmured, breaking the kiss for a second.

"I've a good work ethic."

He teased her a little, playing with her c.l.i.t, but not settling into the rhythm required to take her over the edge. She moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss. "Please, Joshua."

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He stopped. "Later. I'll make it up to you later. Come on. We'd better check on dinner."

She huffed and pouted, but she didn't protest. It was darn cute.

Joshua smiled to himself, a little teasing helped to raise the game.

He would give her what she deserved a little later, no doubt about that.

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Chapter 6.

James and Janet had already set the table, and they all sat down to a casual dinner at 6:00 p.m.

"Gosh, you weren't kidding. This stew is great," Rachael commented after her first delicious mouthful. Joshua looked pleased as he sipped his wine.

It was clear to Rachael that Joshua's siblings were delighted to be entertaining her, and she couldn't help but feel completely at home in their company. She told them about her family and, in particular, the escapades of her two brothers. After one particularly funny story, Janet was crying with laughter, holding her sides.

"Oh, oh, it can't be true," she gasped.

"I swear to G.o.d, the car ended down a trench. They didn't know it was there because workmen had only dug it the day before."

"Your brothers sound like a lot of fun." James chuckled.

"You may meet them soon. I think they'll use the excuse of a family visit to look at the possibility of moving back themselves. It shouldn't be too difficult for them to find work in the oil industry here because they work in oil and gas exploration in the North Sea at the moment."

"Perhaps they can send us a CV," James suggested.

"Why?" Rachael asked. "They don't know much about cattle."

James and Janet looked confused. Frowning, they glanced at each other and then at Joshua.

"We aren't only a cattle ranch. We have other business concerns, primarily petroleum."

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She wondered why he had neglected to mention it when they were talking over lunch.

"That must keep you busy," she said casually.

It hurt a little to think that he may have deliberately skirted around telling her about his business when she had been so open about herself. She recovered quickly from the embarra.s.sment she felt in front of his brother and sister at obviously knowing so little about his life. The situation brought it home to her that she had known him less than one week. Here she was having unprotected, rampant s.e.x with a virtual stranger. It wasn't her at all. She just didn't do this sort of thing! She took a big gulp of her wine.

"Very busy in the early days," he answered. "But now we have managers to handle the day-to-day running of the company. It allows me to be involved more with the ranch, which I enjoy. James deals with the engineering and technical side of things."

"Actually, Joshua, I want to speak to you about that. I think that once my exams are over I want to become more actively involved,"

Janet said, giving Rachael a wink. She then abruptly changed the subject. "But let's not talk about business now. Do you think you'll stay in Meadow Ridge, Rachael?"

Janet, bless her, had realized that she was uncomfortable and had redirected the conversation. "Well, I've only been here a week, although it seems much longer somehow. It is still early days, but I really feel like I've come home." She sighed, frowning. "I know it sounds weird..."

"No, not at all." Janet squeezed her hand. "You were born here.

You have family history and ties to this place. You're a part of this land. I hope that you decide to stay, that's for sure." She started to giggle. "Gosh, I'm just remembering what you said to Roy."

Rachael was thankful for Janet's thoughtfulness and her light, bubbly nature. "Thanks for saying that. I appreciate it." She gave Janet a hug.

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"Wow, female bonding, I've never seen it before, it-it-brings tears to my eyes," James choked out, pretending to wipe away a tear.

Janet and Rachael both laughed and simultaneously swatted him.

"I'm off. I will not be manhandled in this manner," James huffed.

"Not by my sister, anyway." He caught Joshua's glare and quickly added, "And not by you, either, Rachael." As James rose from his seat, Rachael caught the slight jerk of his head that he aimed at Janet.

"Thank you for the fine meal, brother, but I think I shall retire to the comfort of the TV room."

"Oh, I'll join you," Janet rushed to say. "Thanks for dinner, Josh.

See you later, Rachael." She skipped after James.

"They are lovely. Not too subtle, though," Rachael sighed.

"They like you."

"I like them."

"I'm sorry that I didn't mention about the oil business. It didn't seem particularly relevant, and I don't like to shout about it. It has sometimes made a difference in how people behave. I guess that we haven't taken the time to do all the usual fact- and fiction-finding that goes on in a relationship."

"We'd better be careful. Hot s.e.x can lead to meaningful conversation," she said, half joking. She should have felt annoyed, but to be honest, she understood his position. "Look, I don't care about what you do. No-that's not right-of course I care because it's what you do. What I mean is it doesn't change the way I feel."

"And how's that?" He was watching her intently.

s.h.i.t, had she really just said that? d.a.m.n, but the wine must have weakened her guard.

"That I want more...of you," she said quietly, surprised by her own candidness.

"I was just thinking the same thing." He stood up and walked around to her side of the table. Standing behind her with his hands on her shoulders, he leaned over and kissed her neck.

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"I'm going to give you much more. Come with me," he murmured in her ear as he pulled back her chair and took her hand in his.

He led her to his wing of the house and the bedroom. It was nearly a quarter to eight, and the sun was low on the horizon.

"Take off your clothes," he told her and stepped back to watch as he started to unb.u.t.ton his own shirt.

As she had no panties on, she left the skirt until last, letting it float to the floor. They stood side by side, naked, watching the sky as the soft hues of orange, red, and yellow light flooded the landscape and the room. Then they turned to each other with open appraisal and saw that, for those few moments, they were unearthly beautiful creatures of light touched by the last rays of the dying day.

"Have you ever been taken in the a.s.s before, Rachael?" he asked quietly, somehow making the words seem less blunt, crude, and embarra.s.sing. He carefully watched her, waiting for an answer.

Uh oh. The peaceful feeling disappeared fast, like the golden light of the sun now dropping over the edge of the world being replaced by the muted shades of apprehension.

"Nano."

"Get on your back, Rachael. Spread your legs, and raise your knees." His voice was tightly controlled and devoid of feeling.

She hesitated, chills traversing her spin and ribs.

"Thinking of backing out?"

"No," she said clearly and defiantly.

She gracefully crawled on to the bed and turned over on to her back, bending her knees as directed. It felt so s.l.u.ttish and rude to openly display herself in this way, but, G.o.d, what a turn on, too.

Joshua fished out two pairs of velvet-lined, leather handcuffs from the bedside cabinet. Rachael watched as if hypnotized by them. Each leather cuff was attached to another by a thin, adjustable silver chain.

He worked silently with purpose. First, he tied one cuff to her right wrist and the corresponding cuff to her right ankle; then, he adjusted the chain so that she would not be able to straighten her leg or move 112 her arm very far. He then repeated the exercise with her left wrist and leg. When he finished, she was effectively restrained. This was all new for Rachael, and her body hummed with delicious, tightly coiled s.e.xual tension. She realized that her imaginative mind was an erogenous zone of epic proportions and Joshua was feeding the fantasy, making her feel hornier than ever before. She wanted to wrap her legs around him and impale herself on his c.o.c.k, but she couldn't.

The waiting and antic.i.p.ation frayed her senses, stripping away anxiety and leaving only a raw desire.

He placed a pillow under her b.u.t.t to raise it higher, and stepped back to get a good look at her.

"I'm going to take your a.s.s, Rachael. It'll be easier on you in this position. The initial entry will be less tight and more comfortable for you than if you were on all fours."

He moved between her legs and applied copious amounts of lube to his c.o.c.k and her a.s.s and pushed some of the cold jell into her hot channel. As he pressed the head of his c.o.c.k to her sphincter, it twitched and tightened.

"Joshua, I'm worried. You're a big man."

"You have to relax, love," he soothed. "I'll go real slow, trust me.

I'll fit like a hand in a glove."

Suddenly a vision of the O.J. Simpson trial came into her mind.

One size doesn't always fit all. She stifled a nervous giggle.