I shook my head slowly as I stood, kicked off my boots and undid the placket of my pants. She forgot her interest in her pinned arms and closing her legs and was entranced by the appearance of my burgeoning cock. When she gasped at the sight of it, I grabbed it at the base and stroked up the long length. "I told you I was big."
Her eyes widened. "Seth, that's not going to fit. I mean," she licked her lips in possible anticipation and hesitation, "I'm not a virgin, but Aaron only took me a few times."
My hand paused and I looked at her to assess the truth of her words. "He only fucked you a few times? Was he sick?"
Unfortunately, some of her pleasure faded. "No. He was in love with Julia Lanesport."
"He fucked her?" I asked, my voice going loud with surprise. "While you were married?"
She tried to close her legs but I wouldn't let her. There would be no secrets between us, whether they be words or her body.
"No. He was honorable. It was I, in fact, who suggested he have an affair with her. It was the only way he could have her, you see, but he died first."
She'd committed a minor sin, the only infraction was being caught, and was to suffer the consequences the rest of her life. "You weren't the only one at fault, baby."
"I kissed him," she replied.
I placed on hand on the bed beside her head and leaned over her. "Did he push you away?"
"No."
"Did he kiss you back?"
"Yes."
"Then Aaron was as much at fault as you, regardless of who held his heart."
"But—"
"No," I said clearly and with fi
nality. "He should have known better. I doubt you were the first miss to want his attentions."
She flushed prettily, but it was out of hurt and shame. I took her chin in my other hand and made her look at me. "There's nothing to which you should feel shame. He was the man and he should have known better. By not pleasing you, he wasn't doing his job and for that, I want to bring him back from the dead and punch him in the nose."
Her eyes widened, then she laughed, the soft sound filling some empty spaces in my heart. It was so easy to succumb to her, for I fear I'd lost myself to her months ago. "Your pussy, then, must be aching." I grabbed her hips and hooked them about my waist as I aligned my cock up to her needy pussy.
"Oh yes," she sighed.
"I vow, Rachel, that you will want for nothing ever again. Whether it be words or affection or a hard fucking, I will take care of you." I reached down between us and aligned my cock to her scalding hot pussy. Grabbing her behind one knee, I pushed her leg toward her chest and slid my cock into her all the way in one deep, slick stroke.
We both groaned. Her inner walls clenched and milked my cock as if trying to pull it in deeper.
She shifted her hips. "Seth, you're too big."
"No. Relax. Settle. Give it a moment." My words were costing me, holding still was torture to my cock. My balls drew up tight.
"I need my hands," she replied, shifting. Her breasts swayed with the motion and I lowered my head to suck on her left nipple. "Seth, please, I need—"
Lifting my head, I gave her my answer. "No." I ground my hips against her, pushing myself into her even deeper. "I will take care of you." I repeated my words and I started to move, using my body as a vow to her.
"But—"
"Shh," I soothed, giving her a moment to recognize she could do nothing but feel.
I pushed off my hand and stood. "Wrap your legs around me."
She did as bid, her ankles circling at the small of my back. I took her soft, plush hips in my hands and began to fuck her in earnest, deep filling strokes like a piston. In this position I was able to fill her so that the head of my cock nudged her womb, over and over.