Free Carrot and Coriander by Ashe Barker Page A

down beside him on the bed. His hands were tender, compassionate, as he once more smoothed the sting from her smarting skin. Then he lifted her hips, nudged her knees forward so she was crouching on all fours.
    This time when he entered her, he was slow, easy, infinitely patient as her now almost exhausted body stretched to accept his length again. She’d needed to be fucked, hard and fast and a little bit rough before. Now she needed exquisite handling. He was keenly aware that she needed him to be tender and kind, recognizing her inexperience, her delicacy, her mental, emotional and physical fragility. And Callum knew that how he treated her now, in these crucial moments, would set the tone for all their tomorrows. And he wanted so many tomorrows with Rachel.
    He deftly untied her wrists and drew her arms above her head. He laced his own fingers through hers as he continued to ease his shaft in and out of her pussy, slowly, as if he feared she might crumble under him if he moved suddenly. Her panting moans, her whispered “Please…” told him what he needed to do now. He slipped his hand under her to flick and stroke her clit.
    Her panting grew more rapid, more shallow—then her breath was released in one long keening moan and she came. She tightened around him, her body shivered under him, and he kissed the nape of her neck. She collapsed forward onto the bed, utterly spent. Two more quick thrusts, and he was there too, draped over her, his nose buried in her hair.
    He withdrew from her, disposed of the condom, then rolled up close to her again. He pulled her smooth back against his chest, tucked her still pink bottom into his groin where his softening cock could nestle close, and tightened his arms around her. Moments later, they were both asleep.

Chapter Eight
    Rachel was ten minutes late picking up Jacob. She was contrite, apologetic. She was never late. Never. Except for those odd occasions when she spent the day being fucked senseless by a gorgeous gardener, fell asleep, and had only woken up an hour ago. She’d showered, which would have taken considerably less time if Callum hadn’t insisted on joining her, to ‘wash her back’. And the rest!
    But eventually she’d convinced him she simply had to go and pick up Jacob. He’d agreed to have a nice pot of tea ready for her when she got back. Any thought of rockeries or tax returns was abandoned for the day.
    Later, while Jacob giggled at the antics of Sponge Bob Square Pants in the living room, Callum treated Rachel to a preview of what she could expect the following day. Anticipation was so much a part of the fun, he explained, so perhaps she might like to give his plans some thought in advance. Some careful thought.
    “I’m going to fuck your arse. It’ll he hard at first, tight, but you’ll love it. I promise. And I’m going to show you some tricks with this thing you’d never imagine…”
    He idly turned Rachel’s vibrating dildo over in his hands, studying it from all angles. “I’ll supply the nipple clamps.” Rachel instinctively clasped her arms across her breasts, which he seemed to find amusing. He shook his head to indicate she’d find little protection once he started. “And I think that sweet clit of yours needs something…special. I’m betting you don’t have any clit clips, Rachel?” She shook her head.
    He chuckled. “No? Every girl should have clit clips. I’ll get you some. And I’ll bring some lube too. Probably best.”
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    The next morning Callum was already there when Rachel returned from the childminder’s. She was lecturing herself about playing it cool as she parked her car behind the battered black Transit. As she got out of her car and walked around the van she saw that it was empty and there was no sign of him in the garden. He must have let himself into the house. She was pleased at that. She’d agonized over whether or not to let him hang on to her spare key. Not because she didn’t want him to have