Never had I imagined her in such a submissive posture: ass up, head down, gripping the sheets while she gasped and moaned, letting me take her, eager for me to take her.
I felt such love and caring for Rachel I could barely contain it. Then raw burning lust overshadowed every tender thought and a gnawing need to come took hold.
As much as I wanted to last and experience Rachel coming again, it was too much. When she pushed back and gave an incoherent gurgle of lust, the point of no return arrived. Grabbing her, I rutted into my beautiful cousin savagely. Love, lust, caring, and joy all jumbled into one ecstatic wild mess as I jetted everything I had into her.
Rachel felt me throbbing and shimmied, causing almost painful sensations all along my cock, drawing a few more jets of come from me.
I collapsed onto her, flattening poor Rachel to the bed. She spread her legs and arched her ass, allowing us to stay connected until I softened.
Finally, I eased off her and rolled onto my back. She snuggled against me, placing her palm over my dick.
She looked at me with shining eyes.
“Was… was that too aggressive?” I said.
Rachel beamed. “Now I know for sure how much you want me. The best Valentine’s present ever. Holy shit, I never thought you could be such a beast.” She reached between her legs. “And you flooded me again!”
She brought her lips to mine. Our kiss expressed our love and passion even more than having sex.
We didn’t get much sleep that night. We fucked, we dozed, we kissed, then fucked again. By dawn, she was sore and I was drained, so we lay entwined, looking into each other’s eyes.
Stroking her hair, I reflected on what it meant. We had no future. Our parents would never accept us being together, but that didn’t stop me loving her, caring for her, longing to be with her.
“Hey, Rachel” I said, “about that roommate of yours. When were you planning to kick her out?”