FIC: "The other way around" (AU, Billy/Rachel Weisz, 2008, R)
Title: The other way around
Authors: msilverstar and unstealthy
Pairing: Billy Boyd/Rachel Weisz
Rating: R (hardish)
Contains: blindfold, bondage, spanking
Summary: Established relationship, domming while blindfolded, Viagra experimentation.
"Do you have any idea," he murmurs, holding both sides of the fastener, "how often I've done this," as the hooks come out easily, "in the dark?"
Disclaimer: Fiction, not true, we made it up
Series Note: This is set in an alternate universe where Dom, Billy and Rachel Weisz have a happy kinky ménage à trois, with only a little angst. PREVIOUS || Main
"I'm going to get a refill, can I get you anything, sweetheart?" Rachel says, standing.
"just your lovely self," Billy answers, "though your naked lovely self would be even better."
"God, men," Rachel says with a roll of her eyes. She pours gin into her glass and then heads to the kitchen for tonic, ice and lemon. When she returns to the living room, Billy's put down his guitar and has a finger of whisky in a tumbler. "Missing Dom yet?"
Billy half-stands, reaching for Rachel, pulling her towards his lap. "Yeah," he admits, "sometimes. But not if you're with me."
Rachel snuggles close. "I absolutely loved watching you the other night. It makes me so happy that Dom's a show-off, because then I get to watch him." She sips her drink and sighs happily. Dom is now very much a part of her and Billy's relationship, and that she's a part of Dom and Billy's. It gives her a warm fuzzy feeling inside and makes her want to hug herself.
"Yeah," Billy says, running his hand lightly over Rachel's hair, down her back, "I know you like watching, both of you. It's just something that's never been my thing." He nuzzles her neck and shoulder, peeling her cardigan back so he can feel her warmth through her shirt, her scent turning him on, making him yearn to taste her.
"That's OK," Rachel says, shrugging him off a little and sipping her drink. She's got a bee in her bonnet and wants to discuss it. "I know that, and wouldn't ever force it on you, but you know I like sometimes just to be able to... well." There's no point talking in abstracts. "I mean, it was lovely, lying between you, being held by both of you, touching myself. I was a bit annoyed that you felt that you couldn't just be happy holding me while I came. It's like, you needed to have a bit of control."
Chest tensing a little, Billy says, "Ehm, yeah. I'm just," the words don't come: there's a reason he hates talking about relationships. "I can't seem to turn it off, and you like it well enough most of the time." He can hear his own tone -- put-upon, unreasonable -- and clamps his mouth shut. Anything more might make it even worse.
"I thought we'd discussed..." Rachel sighs again, but wearily this time. "Yes, I put up with it, and when you're topping me, it's fine - but when I'm not submitting, if I want help, I'll ask for it, okay?" She raises an eyebrow hopefully at Billy.
"I'll try. It's easy for you and Dom, you get off watching," Billy says, trying to explain. But he honestly would do nearly anything for Rachel, so he plans to keep his hands to himself a bit more.
"And, you know, I like to be looked at, be appreciated," Rachel muses. "I mean. I know I'm pretty, but it's important to me that you like to look at me, you know? You're the only one whose opinion matters to me. You and Dom now too."
"Love to look at you," Billy murmurs, "and you're fantastically beautiful, the whole world says it." He makes himself lean back to look, and she is stunning, as always. No makeup, just her natural face; but all he wants to do is touch her, lick her, kiss her.
"I don't care what the whole world says," Rachel counters. "I only care what you say, you and Dom." She pulls Billy close, holding him tightly and inhaling his familiar scent.
Closing his eyes, Billy gives over, kissing up to her lips and then into her mouth, holding her close. "God, I love you," he whispers, "I'd love you no matter how you look, you feel so good."
"You'd never have noticed me if I was plain," Rachel murmurs against his mouth. "You'd never have asked me to dance."
"Not true," Billy says, "I nearly didn't because you seemed so far out of my league." He smiles against her mouth, "All my girlfriends have been beautiful, but not everyone else knew it."
"And your boyfriend?" Rachel laughs, teasing him. "Is he beautiful too?"
Billy laughs back, and says, "A kind of beauty the world will never appreciate."
"The ears?" Rachel suggests, still laughing. "Must be his lovely big cock," she adds huskily, her mouth against Billy's ear.
"Nice cock too," Billy admits, "the ears, well, they make rather convenient handles."
"A different kind of love handles," Rachel giggles. A thought occurs to her. "You know, you've blindfolded me before, but never the other way around." Billy's breath catches, and Rachel purrs a little.
"Hmm, I'd not be helpless, just sightless..." Billy muses, running his fingers down her hair, lifting it up and stroking the tender skin on her neck with his thumb. "Any limits on what I could do to you?" His voice comes out gruff and demanding as he imagines the look -- no, the feel -- of what he might do.
"Only the usual..." Rachel murmurs, lifting her head to give him better access to her neck.
With a happy hum, Billy closes his eyes, and bending to her, says between kisses, "I want to cuff you, so you can't escape me easily, I want to touch lick you everywhere, kiss you, suck little marks on you, surprise you with bites so you moan and maybe even scream."
"But how will you know where to bite?" Rachel hums her pleasure as Billy's lips ghost over her neck. "If you're blindfolded, I mean."
Billy keeps his eyes closed and smirks, "I have my ways," he says, and nibbles on her neck right under her ear, "I know every inch of you." He ghosts his hand down the front of her t-shirt until he's palming her breast, tweaking her nipple between his finger and his thumb. His other hand is collecting her wrists behind her back, pulling her gently so her nipple comes out a little bit more.
The nipple tweaking makes Rachel hiss and arch her back in response. He's only holding her wrists with one hand, but his hands are strong from so much guitar playing. She struggles a little, not enough to actually make any difference, just enough to be exciting. "Want to blindfold you," she murmurs.
"Okay," Billy says, moving to the other breast, loving her body's answers, "I'll try anything once." Then he adds, "With you," because Dom has suggested some barmy things.
"Don't do it unless you want to," Rachel says, frowning a little.
"It's, hm, intriguing," Billy answers, releasing her wrists to hold Rachel close, "It's different. I do want to, to see how it feels." He kisses the frown off her forehead and nuzzles her sweet neck, humming gently.
"Good," Rachel says. "Come to bed?"
Scooping her up in his arms, Billy kisses her cheek and says, "I'll keep my eyes open until we get there."
Rachel laughs, as Billy carries her to the bedroom, staggering a little at the end, and drops her on to the bed. "I think we should blindfold you from the start, so you don't get to see me naked," Rachel says, tugging him down on top of her.
Billy huffs as he falls, then catches himself, closing his eyes and leaning down to kiss Rachel thoroughly. "Bring it on," he says, "I have a fine memory."
"Maybe I won't ever let you go," Rachel says, wrapping her legs firmly around Billy's waist. "You'll just have to stay here and keep kissing me until you die of old age or boredom or something."
"What a way to go, yeah," Billy says, and fumbles a little as he smooths her hair away from her face.
It's comfortable, easy to be like this with him. After less than a year together Rachel feels as if she's known Billy her whole life. She looks at his closed eyes, wishing they were open so she could gaze into their greenness and see the clarity and honesty she knows is always in them. Running the tip of her finger along his nose, she says, "I'm almost tempted to abandon the blindfold idea, as your eyes are one of my favourite bits of you..."
"Mmmm," Billy moves into her touch, his skin heating as he imagines he can feel Rachel's gaze on him. "Let's just try it this way," he says, kissing her neck, "we can always change later."
Letting her legs fall to the bed, she pushes him off her. "Let's go then," she says. "Fetch the blindfold, you need to be unable to see before I take my clothes off."
There's a black silk scarf they use for a blindfold in the wardrobe. Billy pulls it down and considers putting it on himself, but it will be sexier with Rachel doing it, so he takes it back to her, savouring his one last long look at her.
"Come here," Rachel says, sitting on the edge of the bed and tugging Billy's arms. He sits between her knees and she ties the blindfold on firmly. Then, because she can't resist, she presses herself against his back, nuzzling his neck and sliding her palms over his chest. "Mmmm, love you."
"Oh yeah," Billy says, as he leans his head back against her shoulder. He closes his eyes under the blindfold and awkwardly reaches back with one hand to pull her even closer.
Rachel chuckles at Billy's fumblings, and slides herself around him so she's straddling his lap. "Now," she says, kissing him. "What would you like me to do, lover?"
She's an amazing armful, lapful, so Billy takes a few moments to just be there and enjoy her. "Anything," he says, moving to kiss her neck, his hands going up under her t-shirt. She doesn't answer, so he runs one hand up her back to pull at her hair and the other one to hold round her waist so he can kiss down her throat. "Serve me," he whispers, "do for me," he trails off, hoping she knows it's a suggestion and not a demand.
"Yes," Rachel murmurs as Billy's lips brush over her neck. She weaves her fingers in his hair. "Anything for you, love you so much, I just want to make you happy, please you...."
Billy's kissing harder now, licking, mouthing, nipping at Rachel's neck. It's different with a blindfold than with his eyes closed or even in the dark. He somehow tastes and feels everything more intensely, saturated. "What shall I do with you, mmm?" he asks, "perhaps I'll order and feel you obey me."
"Order me to suck your cock," Rachel says. "Or sit on your face, or lick you all over, or strip naked so you can touch me..." She presses against his crotch, wanting to feel if he's getting hard, pleased to feel some stirring in his jeans.
Sliding his hands up Rachel's back, Billy pulls up her shirt at the same time. With her in his lap like this, he can feel so much, all over and around. He says, "Strip here, don't get up," and kisses her as she shivers. "Strip slowly, so I can tell what you're doing even if I can't watch."
"I'd love to," Rachel murmurs. She pulls off her t-shirt, goosebumps rising as Billy's hands run all over her skin. "Mm, feels good," she says, trembling a little and holding Billy's face between her hands as she kisses him.
It's amazing, kissing her, and Billy could do it for hours. But Rachel gives a little beseeching moan and Billy remembers his plan, so draws her hands down, holding her wrists till they're touching behind her back and she's wobbling a little on his lap. He growls a little, steadying her and kissing her harder, demanding more from her, taking more.
His hands are so steady, his touch so sure that with her eyes closed as she kisses him, Rachel forgets he can't see. That he isn't looking at her. When she remembers, it jolts her a bit. "Want you," she says, a touch of pleading in her tone.
"Like this?" Billy asks, pulling her back a little by her wrists so he can mouth her throat. He loves tasting her skin and feeling her tension in her muscles underneath, wishes he could see to know better what she wants. "How much?" He's not entirely sure whether he means 'how hard' or 'how desperately,' but he'll settle for either answer.
"Just... more of you," Rachel says, not entirely sure how else to say it. "Inside me, on me, around me..."
"Yeah," Billy answers, pulling her close, holding her so tightly to him that it's hard for him to breathe. "I've got you," he says, kissing down her collarbone and down to the top of her breast. He has to loosen his hold to move down any further, and his stubbly chin on her skin makes her jump as he teases down to the top of her bra.
"I'd like to watch you try and take my bra off when you can't see," Rachel chuckles.
Giggling, Billy says, "Well, I'm not sure if you can actually watch..." His fingers move over her bra back, and he recognizes the fastener at once, the usual hooks and eyes. "Do you have any idea," he murmurs, holding both sides of the fastener, "how often I've done this," as the hooks come out easily, "in the dark?"
"OK, you win," Rachel laughs, humming as he slides the straps down her arms and tosses the bra aside. Now her hands are free again, she puts them on his shoulders and kisses him, grinding against the hard ridge in his jeans as his hands go to her bare breasts.
Billy, still kissing her sweet neck, traces the curve of Rachel's tit, trying to find the perfect amount of pressure to make Rachel moan in to their kiss, wriggle helplessly on his lap. When she does, he grins and asks her, "What do I win?"
"Me," Rachel laughs, longing for a moment to pull up the blindfold and see Billy's eyes laughing back at her.
"Lucky me," Billy says, nibbling down her chest and over to her other breast. He makes it just a little harder, just a little more with his hands and mouth, because she is so fucking sexy.
Rachel arches her back to get more of Billy's wonderful mouth. "May I undress you?" Rachel asks, hesitant because she's not sure how Billy's feeling about all this right now.
Face deep between Rachel's tits, Billy moans happily and shifts to keep his trousers from pressing against his cock. "Sure," he says, with one last kiss, "just, don't go too far away, all right? I want to touch you."
"I'll stay right here," Rachel laughs as she starts to unbutton Billy's shirt. Once it's undone she pushes it off his shoulders and pulls him close, wanting to be skin to skin. "Mmm," she hums, kissing him and withdrawing, kissing and pulling back, just to tease him a little.
When Rachel pulls back again, Billy cups her head and her arse, and pulls her forward, holding her tight against him. "Said to say close," he growls, without any heat. "You'll stay here where you belong," he says and presses his tongue into her mouth until she sighs and melts into his touch.
This is more like it, Billy taking charge. Rachel rubs herself against him, cat-like, loving the roughness of his chest hair on her skin. "Can I ride you?" she murmurs into his mouth.
"Not yet," Billy says, with a little kiss, wishing for just a second that he could see her face, watch her expressions, know more of what she wants. "Jeans off first," he says sternly, starting to undo her zip by feel alone.
"Yes, lover," Rachel says obediently, "But I'll have to get off your lap to take them off."
Her submissive tone makes Billy's breath catch, makes his hand clench around her head as he pulls her in for another kiss. Then he moves further up the bed, lies on his back and says, "Yeah, get naked, and then come back to me."
Quickly, Rachel slides off Billy's lap and undoes her jeans with hands that are sweating and don't want to obey her brain's instructions. She eventually manages to pull them off, glad Billy can't see her fumbling, unsexy moves. Billy's busily taking his own trousers off, kicking them away so he's lying there in just his underpants which are tenting happily as Rachel crawls up his body on all fours. "Here I am," she says huskily when her face is level with his. "Do you need to check my state of undress?"
"Of course," Billy knows an invitation when he hears one. His hands move up to Rachel's voice, to stroke her face, then down to her tits and her bare hips and her gorgeous arse. "God, you feel so good," he murmurs, teasing down to the backs of her her thighs, spread open and tender.
"Oh..." Rachel whispers as Billy's hands stroke up the inside of her thighs. She bends her arms and brings her mouth down to his, her breasts brushing against his chest as his fingers tantalise her.
Billy presses up to her mouth: it's easier to forget he can't see when he's kissing her. "Should I be gentle," he asks, running his fingertips against her skin, "or rough?" cupping her arse, squeezing just a little more than is comfortable.
"Whatever you want, lover," Rachel says. She lowers her hips so she's sitting on Billy, the hard ridge of his erection beneath her, with the fabric of his boxers rough against her pussy.
It's hard to know with Rachel: Billy's used to it and yet, it would be so much easier if she'd just say. He growls a little in frustration, and lifts his groin to meet Rachel, press against her cunt, feel the heat of it right through his underpants.
Rachel moans, her mouth on Billy's neck, feeling his fingers dig into her arse and suddenly wanting more sensation. "Harder," she mutters. "Please, harder."
"Yeah," Billy says, giving her a nice hard spank, "I'll give you more." Rachel feels so good against him when he does this, her whole body giving over to him. "My gorgeous, my girl," he says, punctuating each phrase with a slap on her curvy arse, "so fucking sexy." Each slap sounds like a little explosion, and he can feel it right through her body, as she's tensing at every spank. He can just imagine what she looks like, her eyes dark and full of desire.
"Oh!" Rachel gasps at each slap. "Please..." she says, "want you inside me while you do that... oh god!"
"Ohfuckyeah," Billy moans, as that's an incredibly sexy prospect. "Just, let me?" he says, arching his arse up and shoving his underpants down and away, then fumbling for her cunt.
Taking his hand, which is holding his cock and trying to find the right place to put it, she holds it in position and rubs herself on him a little before letting it sink into her, slowly, just the way she likes it. "Feels so fucking good," she whispers in his ear as he fills her.
His other hand on her tit, Billy spanks her hard, groaning and pumping as he feels it shiver through her. "Amazing," he says, spanking more, feeling every slap around his cock. "How much do you need?" he asks, "How much can you take?"
"That's good!" Rachel gasps, lifting herself up on her elbows and rubbing herself against him hard.
Billy plants his legs firmly and sets up a rhythm, thrusting into her and spanking firmly. His head falls back as he moans, "Yeah, good, my love, so sexy..."
It's brilliant, a bit weird looking at him with the blindfold on, but it feels great. Sex with Billy inevitably does; he somehow has a sixth sense about what she needs and what will make her feel good. Gasping, making as much noise as she can to make up for the fact that he can't see her, she comes.
Holding Rachel as she comes is one of Billy's great pleasures, but he wishes he could see her face. Feeling, hearing, tasting her are not quite as good, but they'll do. "Love you," he says, "lovely Rachel, my lady..." She answers him wordlessly as he gets his rhythm back, thrusting deep into her, groaning as she clenches around him. His hands move along her skin, stroking her curves and dips until he can feel himself heating and hurrying, pumping faster and triggering himself.
He clutches her as he groans through his orgasm, and Rachel murmurs in his ear. When he stills, she tugs off the blindfold and looks at him. "Hello lover, how was that?"
"Fantastic," Billy says, "you feel so good." He keeps his eyes open as he kisses her thoroughly and cups her warm arse, and then says, "But I'd rather see you than not."
"Mmm," Rachel hums into the kiss, then lifts herself off him, reaching for tissues to clean them up. "I tried to talk more than usual, tell you how I was feeling since you couldn't see. Did that make a difference?"
Watching her now, admiring her body as she turns and flexes, Billy can't stop smiling. "You have such a sexy voice," he says happily, "sexy body, sexy face, sexy and beautiful." He catches her close again and just holds her, content once he feels her again.
He didn't answer the question, which irritates her a little bit, but she pushes it aside in favour of cuddling. "You'll have to phone Dom later and give him a detailed account, he'll enjoy that."
"Save it," Billy says, languidly, "till we're stuck with phone sex, that'll be hot." He kisses her head and rambles on, "It was a bit intense, no sight: made me feel things more, hear more, your voice and every time my hand hit your arse." His hand moves down her back to stroke her skin lightly, it seems warm and she shivers at every touch. "All you alright? Need some ice or aloe?"
"No, I'm fine. It was lovely, but made me realise how much I love seeing your eyes when we make love," Rachel says. She kisses his chest and sighs.
Billy twists around a little to look at her, to offer whatever she wants. "My eyes are yours" he muses, brimful of love, and quotes, "'Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine.' Only that's not quite right, it's Gloucester..."
All Rachel can do is pull him to her and kiss and kiss him. Her leg and arm pull him as close to her as she can, as she murmurs against his mouth, "I love you, I love you, wish we could do it again, I just want to feel you...." and in lieu of anything more she kisses him again.
Kissing back is the only possible response, and Billy's sure that's a good thing, until neither of them can breathe. Panting a little, he asks, "Again?" That she wants to, that she's still aroused: it gives him a warm glow, but... "I don't think I can get up again so soon," he says apologetically.
"Love your cock," Rachel breathes as she drags her mouth over his jaw to his ear. Perhaps a little sex talk will get him going. "Love the way it feels when you put it in me, you make me so wet... God, I want you, Billy." She doesn't know where this has come from all of a sudden; all she knows is she wants to fuck, feel him pressed against her and inside her, to come in his arms.
"Oh yeah," Billy says, turning them both so he's above Rachel, holding her wrists down and leaning to kiss her hard again. "Always want you, always," he says.
It feels fantastic, being pinned down and desperate. Rachel arches her back and lifts her hips, struggling a little because the muscle tension hightens her arousal. "Just want to be fucked, hard," she murmurs.
With a growl, Billy attacks her neck, using his teeth to make her flinch, just a little. "Like it hard," he says, moving her hands above her head so he can hold both wrists with one hand, and use the other on her tits. "Rough, yeah" he moans, because she's so perfectly alive and beautiful and sexy, writhing against him, and he'd give anything to harden his cock beyond half-mast.
"Want it in me, want to get fucked!" Rachel begs, half thinking she might suggest he use a strap-on -- but she knows he wouldn't go for it -- so continues to rub herself against his thigh and plead instead.
"Finger fuck?" Billy asks, moving his hand down, rubbing against her clit, "my whole hand?" But her head's thrashing decisively 'no', and that leaves Billy at a loss. He hates to disappoint, but there's nothing to be done, no matter how desperately she moans and whimpers. Though... he remembers the ancient Viagra pill, from that time with Dom. "I have an idea," he says, "but you'll have to be a good girl, and wait for it."
"How long?" Rachel says, hearing a whine in her voice. "Please, Billy..."
Billy gives her tit a tweak and says, "Until I'm ready, my randy minx," smiling reassuringly at her worried face. He rubs against her as he pulls down the ropes they keep at the top of the bed, down behind but easy to reach. Her wrists go soft as he loops the rope round them, hoping they'll keep her hot as he gets up to rummage in the bathroom.
Rachel really has no idea what he's up to, and she's ready to yell with frustration. All she wants is to feel him close and come in his arms; they were getting there, but now Billy seems to have something else in mind. "Billy?" she calls.
"Trust me," he yells, digging deep into one particular drawer. He finds the pill and takes it back to the bedroom and shows it to Rachel ceremonially. "This ought to do it," he says, admiring the view of Rachel on the bed, desperate for him.
"What is it?" she says, frowning. "Billy, please, come here, I need you so much!"
The pill goes down easily with a drink of water, and Billy moves towards Rachel, his hands stroking her legs as he crawls up the bed. If there'd been any natural way for him to get it up, the sight and feel of her would have done it. "It's Viagra," he says, hoping it will take effect soon, "that should do something."
"Really? For me?" She's momentarily astounded, and then moans as Billy's arms go around her and he kisses her. "Please let me hold you, lover," she says against his mouth, hooking her legs over his as he lays himself on top of her.
"Can't fuck yet," Billy says, leaning to kiss the soft skin of her arm, raised over her head by the ropes, "you'll wait for it, m'girl". He rubs against Rachel's collar bone and groans with pleasure, and sucks a mark there, then another on her neck. She shivers wonderfully as his mouth touches her, and he takes his time, teasing and tasting her everywhere.
"Oh god, please," Rachel whispers.
Billy can feel his cock is firming on its own, almost as though it belongs to someone else. And in a way, it does: this time it's Rachel's. But they have all night, and he'll take his time, enjoying every sigh and moan. Finally, he leans on an elbow and teases her breast with his mouth, licking and sucking around in a spiral up to her nipple, drinking in her sexy noises, loving how intensely she responds.
His tongue sends little spikes of pleasure shooting through her body to her clit, and Rachel can feel his cock hardening against her leg. "I want you, hold you, please Billy!"
Billy moves forward to reach for the end of the slipknot and untie Rachel from the bed. His cock drags along, against the fold of her thigh and her hip: it feels so good that he rocks back and forth, closing his eyes and moaning at the sensations, her skin against his cock.
As soon as her hands are free, Rachel's arms go around Billy, holding him and watching the blissful expression on his face as he rubs himself against her. "I love you, so much," she says softly.
"Rachel," Billy answers, sliding back between her legs, his cock lying snug against her cunt, moving just enough to rub her clit. "God, I love you too."
She hitches her legs up around his waist and rocks against him, holding him close and humming with pleasure. It's all that matters: this, being close with him, feeling him. "Yes," she whispers.
Their angle's changed, and Billy moves with it, pulling his cock back and then pushing into her, slowly, back and forth, a little further each time, until she's panting and gasping and her body's moving helplessly. "Ahhhh..." he groans, "so good, so much..."
He knows exactly how she likes it, how to make her shiver and moan, her mouth dropping open in pleasure as he slowly eases in and out of her. Rachel clutches at him, her need almost overwhelming. "More, please," she says, urgently.
"Yeah," Billy says, heaving in a lungful of air and stepping up his pace. He closes his eyes as he thrusts into her, fast and deep, her legs around him, her hips meeting his as he pumps. But she's said she likes his eyes, and he does love to see her, so he opens his eyes and watches her mouth as she moans, her body as she gives over to him, opening like a flower for him.
She holds him tightly, relishing the feel of him, of holding him, the way he moves in her and on her. Strands of his hair are matted to his skin with sweat, and his forehead creases with the effort of fucking her hard and fast. She almost doesn't want to come, as it means this feeling will end.
He smiles, grins, with the pleasure of it all, catches her gaze, watches her watching him, a full circle of sex and love and all the good things they are together.
Rachel laughs, and the tensing of her stomach muscles hastens her orgasm. "Getting close, close!" she gasps happily.
"So beautiful," Billy says, "goingta watch you come, record it on my brain." He bends down to give her a messy kiss, and from Rachel's response, thrust at a better angle against her clit.
"Oh god, yes!" Rachel yells, scratching her nails down Billy's back and shuddering as she comes. looking into Billy's eyes.
"Yeah, good, love, beautiful," Billy murmurs as she tenses and moans under him, as he can see her give over to the sensations. Even her fingers clawing his back are part of it, part of her fucking gorgeous response.
"Oh god," Rachel pants as she calms down. Billy has stilled, and is stroking her hair and smiling happily at her. "That was fucking amazing," she says, then grins. "You're fucking amazing."
Billy grins back, and leans in for a kiss. "I'm just a worshiper," he says, lips brushing her cheek, "at the shrine," tongue delicately tracing her ear, "of my very own goddess of love," and his mouth closes around her earlobe, sucking gently.
"Oh really?" Rachel giggles. She sighs with contentment and hugs him close. "What do you want to do now we've still got this lovely hard-on to play with?" she murmurs with a sly grin.
"Um," Billy says, astonished that he can still blush after all these years. He rocks his hips gently so his cock moves inside Rachel, "we could just do this all night."
"Well, we could," Rachel strokes his hair. "Or..." she smiles again. "I could suck it for a while and see what happens?"
Now that he's started, Billy's imagination goes in interesting directions. "Sucking's lovely," he says, "especially if I tie you up before...."
"Oh, lover, not again?" She wraps herself tightly around him. "I just want to be close to you..." and it does feel good, lying here, with him still hard inside her but without the urgency they normally experience.
Holding Rachel, Billy gentles her, strokes her face and kisses her neck. "Yeah, all right," he says, and they cuddle and touch, turning and slipping until they're comfortable lying on their sides on the bed. Billy's cock feels very odd inside her, dull until one of them twists or presses against it and then suddenly sexual. He wants more, sets a unhurried rhythm, enjoying the sensations and Rachel's kisses, her encouraging hands. He thinks they may be fucking all night long, which he's never managed to do before. "You are the most fantastic woman."
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