The Pacifist [COMPLETED]

She Has Something I Don't Have

Rachel

Rachel knew there had been a shift the moment he opened the front door. Maybe it was the way he had opened it. The way she had left him, he should have opened the door so forcefully, it would have slammed into the wall. Instead, it felt as if he was sneaking into his own apartment. She kept her eyes on the floor as she heard the floor creak from his weighted steps, his arrival announced by his looming shadow. He said nothing and she waited, doing her best to hide the increasing discomfort. For a moment, she panicked about how silly she would look when it was time to stand.

Mr. Maxwell's breaths were quiet heaves. It wasn't long until Rachel found her breaths matched his and his muted panic became hers. She dared a look and found him looking so bewildered. She hoped she wasn't the cause.

"What's wrong," she asked.

He said nothing, just loomed over her. Instinct, and necessity, had her shifting so that she was on all fours and crawling towards him. When she reached his feet, she sat back on her heels and looked up at him through her lashes. Slowly, she undid his belt and jeans and pulled them down to his knees. Mr. Maxwell just watched her, his eyes vacant, chest still rising and falling with his labored breaths. Rachel tried to not let this deter her and she pulled down his boxers as well. Despite his dark mood, he was erect, the veins in his cock pumped and angry. She carefully wrapped her hands around it and brought her lips to the tip. She blew air onto it and it twitched and he shuddered.

"May I taste it, Mr. Maxwell?"

The smallest, quickest nod gave her the permission she needed to kiss him, starting at the tip, then down the shaft, all the way to the base where she buried her face in his balls. She breathed in deeply, savoring his smell. Outside of the occasional shudder, Mr. Maxwell didn't move and Rachel craved for his hands in her hair, his cock shoved to the back of her throat and not letting her breathe. She sucked and licked harder, her intent to illicit a bigger reaction from him. It took a while, but her tenacity was rewarded with the thrusting of his hips and soon, his hands found their way to exactly where she had wanted them.

He pulled her off his cock and bent down to look at her face. The finest sheen of sweat graced her brow and she was panting from her efforts.

"Did you like it, Mr. Maxwell?"