Rainier, Heather - Her Gentle Giant: Remember to Dance [Divine Creek Ranch 2] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

by Heather Rainier

  Her pussy pulsed with eagerness as she watched him stroke his shaft and then smoothed the same lubricated hand over her pussy. He applied more lube to his fingers and smoothed it all around her asshole and then applied more directly to the opening, pressing it into her tight channel. He removed another little toy from it’s’ pouch after wiping his hands off on a towel and placed it within easy reach on the bed.

  “Ready for my cock, angel?”

  “So ready, honey.”

  She looked in the mirror as Eli lovingly smoothed his hands over her hips. He trailed his fingers down in a light, trembling touch to the cleft of her ass. His fingertips slid through the lubrication to her asshole and swirled in a sensual caress of those overexcited nerve endings. Her pussy throbbed with excitement.

  Eli circled her rear opening with one finger, and she closed her eyes and focused on the sensation. She relaxed those muscles and allowed him access to her virgin ass. He growled softly in approval when the muscles obeyed her and gave way to his pressing finger.

  He pumped it in and out several times, applied more lubricant to her opening again, and got more of it into her this time. He slid one finger, and then a second, into her ass. Her bottom tingled at the additional stretching, but she accommodated his fingers after a few pumps with ease, sliding in and out with no problem. The tight achiness in her cunt intensified, and the urge to rock against him became insistent.

  Rachel moaned in need when he removed his fingers again. He applied more lube inside her opening and slowly slid three fingers into her ass simultaneously. She gasped at the added fullness and the slight burning pinch as he pressed past the opening. Willing her body to accommodate him, she relaxed as he pressed in, twisted his fingers around to thoroughly lubricate her opening, and spread them out a bit. She knew the last thing he wanted was to hurt her, and she was happy he could now see she was ready for this experience with him.

  When he slid his fingers from her ass, she tried to follow his hand. “My angel wants my cock bad, doesn’t she?”

  He pressed the nozzle of the lubricant bottle to her relaxed rear opening and filled it with additional lube to ease his passage deep inside her, as well. Her ass burned from all the intrusions, and her pussy and clit screamed to be invaded at one opening or the other. It didn’t matter which.

  She begged softly to him. “Eli, please, I need you.”

  In the mirror’s reflection, Rachel watched as he stroked his stiff cock and placed it at her rear entrance. She moaned at the feel of his blunt head pressed against her there. He wiped his hands on the towel then gently grasped her hips and placed the pads of his thumbs on either side of her asshole.

  Eli’s voice trembled slightly. “It may hurt a little, angel. If you want me to slow down, I will. If you can’t handle it, please tell me. I would never want to hurt you while making love to you.”

  Making eye contact with him in the mirror, she could see the intense desire and tenderness in his features. Smiling reassuringly at him, she said, “I love you so much I ache with it right now, Eli. You are the kindest, gentlest man I’ve ever known. You won’t hurt me. I want this so much. Just go slow for my first time?” she asked softly, her cheeks flushing warmly.

  “Of course, angel.” His voice shook with emotion.

  Rachel could hear his breath trembling as he struggled to hold back and not give into the urge to plunge forward, which she knew had to be strong for him. She arched for him to encourage him and willed her bottom to relax against his intrusion.

  He gripped her hips and pressed for entry gradually. She watched his massive, proud form in the mirror as he slowly took her ass. Rachel hissed at the heart-pounding sensuality of his gentle pressure as he eased past the tight ring of muscles in her ass. The pain was mixed equally with a burning pleasure like she had never experienced when using the plugs. Eli had prepared her well, and she cried out softly in triumph when the thick head slid past the tight barrier.

  “Oh, yes, Eli.”

  “Are you all right?” He stopped his advance and rocked against her gently.

  “Oh, Eli, it’s amazing. Please keep going.”

  He rocked in a little farther on the advance and pulled out a little, so he was deeper inside her with each thrust. She focused on the reflection in the mirror as he slowly slid into her ass, and like she knew it would, every glorious inch fit.

  “Oh, fuck, that is beautiful.” He growled deeply.

  His huge cock slid in and out of her ass in a slick, sinuous motion as she watched in fascination. Eli’s body vibrated with tension, and she could see his glorious muscles rippling with every movement in the mirror. On his features was a mixture of pure pleasure and agony as he loved her in this erotic way. The glorious sensation of her orgasm stirred within her, and she rocked back on him in a graceful, slow dance with him.

  Eli reached over and slid his index finger into the tiny vibrator he’d laid on the bed earlier and flipped it on with a fingertip. He slid that hand over her hip and down to her mound and found her clit and began to stroke alongside it. His fingertip found the swollen, aching bundle of nerves, and the vibrations to her clit were heaven and hell all at once. All she felt was throbbing pleasure as she began bucking against him.

  Rachel’s cries echoed rapturously in the room and mingled with his. She was unable to stop the rising tide of sensation and unwilling to hold it back. She dove in as she was overcome by her orgasm. Her back arched and her hips rocked as he pumped his hot release into her ass, growling and softly cursing. He grasped her hips hard and thrust deep.

  She lifted her head and threw her hair back and watched him in the mirror. Every muscle flexed and rippled powerfully, his head bent forward so his face was hidden by the black curtain of his hair. His big hands were strong but gentle as they held her upper thighs. She savored the pure ecstasy in the sounds he made and felt it, too. She was utterly consumed by him. Consumed with him.

  Weakly lowering herself onto her elbows, Rachel rested her head against her forearms as he slowly withdrew from her throbbing ass.

  He placed his hand on her lower back and helped her to rest on her side. “Stay still for a second, angel. I’ll be right back.” He came back with a hot, wet washcloth, which he pressed to her tender rear opening. It caused her to hiss in surprise at the heat, but it felt good. He cleansed her opening and wiped away the lubricant as well.

  “Does it hurt, angel?” he asked softly, brushing a lock of hair away from her face.

  “No, the heat feels good. It just surprised me. I don’t think I can move. I have no bones.” Her body hummed with satisfaction.

  “It’ll do that to you. You need to rest now. I’ll bet you sleep like a baby tonight.”

  “I know I will. Now that you’re home.”

  * * * *

  Rachel smiled blissfully and moaned when Eli pressed his warm lips against the tender skin of her inner thigh. He palmed her leg open with his warm hand and stroked it soothingly. He licked a wet trail to her damp pussy. How long had he been playing this morning? While she’d slept, Eli had brought her to a full state of arousal, so he must have had plans for her that morning.

  Rachel found out a second later when his talented tongue dipped into her wet pussy then licked her from one end of her slit to the other. He flicked playfully at her clit and grinned at her from between her legs. Eyeing her devilishly, he slid a finger into her wet cunt and rubbed that finger over her clit before dipping in again. She sighed happily and spread her legs open wide for Eli as he gently pumped that finger in and out of her. He closed his lips over her clit and suckled on it as she slid her fingertips into his hair, encouraging him wordlessly.

  She slid her hand down to her mound and held her outer lips open with her fingers, giving him easier access to lick her as he added another finger and pumped into her over and over. The added friction sent a ripple through her pussy, and she began to move with him, rocking her hips. His warm tongue sent shivers of delight through her as he laved her clit and su
ckled it, gradually building her arousal to a sweeping crescendo. He added a third finger, and the added fullness sliding into her brought her orgasm crashing down on her. She came with a low, soft, panting moan. When she was through, Eli came to lay by her side, licking his fingers like a little boy with a special treat.

  Resting his head on his hand, Eli he stroked her abdomen. “Good morning, my angel,” he said in a soft, husky drawl.

  She chuckled softly. “I’ll say. Did you sleep well?”

  “Much better than I did the last two nights.” He smiled as she stretched contentedly. “How do you feel this morning? Are you sore?”

  “Yes, I’m sore, but I wouldn’t trade last night for all the coconut cream pie in the world.”

  “All the—” Eli began to say then got a mischievous little gleam in his eyes. “Coconut cream pie, huh?”

  “Mmm-hmm. My favorite.”

  “Oh, the possibilities. Let me get you some ibuprofen.” Eli helped her sit up and frowned when she groaned a little, but she smiled at him as she stood and stretched again. He pulled her into a warm, gentle embrace, and his hands on her body felt too good for words.

  * * * *

  Eli took them all to breakfast at Taquería Gomez. Elijah and Kelly were already packed up and ready to leave for home early that morning. They talked outside in the parking lot for a few minutes before getting on the road. Eli walked Rachel to her truck, opened the door for her, and thought that she was moving slowly as she carefully climbed into the driver’s seat. Gazing into her loving blue eyes, he experienced such pride and satisfaction that his woman would give herself to him in every possible way, but also felt remorse to be the cause of the pain she must be in. He pressed his lips against her cheek and nuzzled her, breathing in her clean, womanly scent.

  Her hands strayed over his shoulders and into his hair as she intuitively reassured him, “Not for all the coconut cream pie in the world, Eli. I promise I feel fine,” she said to him softly

  “I’m working tonight, so you’ll have a chance to rest.”

  “I will. After I come up and spend a little time with you at the club. I’ll be fine, Eli,” she assure him. “I expected to be this sore after the first time. It won’t always be this way.” He opened his mouth, about to say there might not be another time, and she pressed her fingertips to his lips. “I’m making you supper tonight at my place. I love you, Eli.”

  He kissed her, feathering his tongue over hers as his hands slid down to her hips and squeezed gently. “I’ll see you this afternoon. I love you, too.”

  * * * *

  “Knock, knock.”

  Rachel looked up, smiled, and rolled her eyes at Bernice’s smirky little grin as she poked her head in the doorway. “Hi. What’s up?”

  “Something arrived for you,” Bernice said in a sing-song voice as she walked into Rachel’s office.

  Rachel had been working from home for a couple of weeks and was glad to be back at her desk. She had spent the day working through the stacks of paperwork that had accumulated during her medical leave. She’d come straight into work from breakfast with Eli, Elijah, and Kelly to get an early start on the day.

  In her hands, Bernice carried a large vase filled with roses. In contrast to the first bouquet, which had met its sad end in her apartment fire, these were a deep, vivid red except for one flaming orange rose nestled in the center. Bernice placed the vase in front of her on her desk blotter, and Rachel removed the card from its holder, pleased to note that the envelope it was in was still sealed.

  “Are they from your fiancé?”

  Rachel slipped the card from the envelope.

  I think the best kind of love grows from friendship first.

  Thank you for trusting me.

  Love—Eli

  “Yes, they’re from Eli,” Rachel replied softly, enjoying the beautiful aroma of the roses.

  Things sure had changed a lot since the last time he’d given her flowers. Bernice sighed dreamily. After the receptionist returned to her desk in the lobby, Rachel took out her cell phone and dialed his number. That man needed to write a book for other men on how to romance a woman. Chapter Ten: How to thank your woman for letting you take her ass.

  “Hello, angel.”

  “Hi, yourself, handsome.”

  * * * *

  Eli opened her front door and inhaled a delicious aroma. He grinned as his empty stomach responded with a growl, and his mouth watered. He could hear a noise but didn’t see her. He called out as he closed the front door and thought he heard a muffled response from the kitchen. He noticed her roses sitting in their vase on her kitchen counter and grinned when he found her on her hands and knees, rearranging the interior of a cabinet. Her winsome little heart-shaped ass was stuck in the air as she reached deep in the cabinet.

  “Hi, baby!” she said in a strained, muffled voice. “How was your day?”

  Eli leaned against the counter for a few seconds to enjoy the pretty sight. Her snug jeans accentuated her shapely ass and her strong thighs. A deep growl in his chest accompanied the possessive feeling he experienced on a regular basis when he was around her.

  Mine.

  “It’s a damn sight better now.” He squatted down beside her, wondering how she’d felt during the day. She backed up from the cabinet, wiped a lock of hair from her face, and smiled serenely at him.

  “Hi, handsome.” She leaned toward him and kissed him then began to back away from the cabinet to stand. She had a glass lid in her hand. He stood and helped her to her feet.

  Rachel smiled up at him sweetly when he wrapped his arms around her and laid a warm, so-happy-to-be-home kiss on her lips.

  “How are you feeling, angel?”

  “Much better. I got a massage this afternoon. It helped with my sore muscles, and I’m feeling better everywhere else, too.”

  “I’m glad to hear it. Something smells good.”

  “Supper will be ready in a few minutes. It’s in the oven right now. I hope you like King Ranch Chicken.”

  “I love it. I hope you made a bunch.”

  “Enough for leftovers if you want them.”

  “Come sit with me.”

  He pulled her by the hand into the living room. She followed him and climbed into his lap after he sat. He cuddled her to him and gently squeezed her, enjoying the way she melted against him and rested her head on his chest with a soft, happy sigh.

  He strummed his fingers over her ribs. “I want you to rest tonight, okay, angel? Okay?”

  He wanted to carry her to bed, strip her, and tuck her in under the sheets and blankets. Then he wanted wrap himself around her and watch over her as she slept. The caveman approved of his plan. She brought out all his territorial instincts.

  Giggling softly, she said, “Eli, it’s not that bad. I mean, I don’t plan on asking for anal sex again for at least a week or so. But if you insist, we can lay off for tonight.”

  “Tell you what,” he said, hiding a grin, because he knew damn good and well he’d give her whatever she wanted. “You be a good girl, and we’ll see.”

  She rubbed her cheek against his chest and stroked his pec slowly. “What if I’m not a good girl?”

  Damn, he loved when she used that whispery seductive voice on him.

  “Well, I think we’ve established you might need to be punished. I wouldn’t spank you right now for obvious reasons, but I could tie you down with your new bondage sashes and have my wicked way with you.”

  “Well, I guess I’ll just have to take my chances and make it worth the punishment if I misbehave.”

  If. Yeah, right.

  There was no if, and Eli knew it. It was more like when. She’d called him that afternoon to thank him for the roses and mentioned that she’d been thinking about what they’d talked about the night Joseph Hazelle had been in the club. She’d also hinted that now her arm was out of its cast and healed up nicely, perhaps she’d like to play a little. Her exact words had been, “I’m feeling rather naughty these d
ays.”

  Eli growled, imagining all the ways she would find to be naughty, and said, “No misbehavior tonight. Right now, I’m fighting the urge to go tuck you into bed and feed you supper there. I’ll do anything you want to, but not tonight.”

  “I promise to be good and rest tonight. I don’t like to see you so worried about me,” she clasped her fingers with his and gave him a wicked little grin, “but I’m intrigued that you’ve been thinking about my new bondage sashes. Will you tie me up sometime soon?” she asked keenly.

  He couldn’t suppress a chuckle at her eagerness. “Would you like that?”

  “Like it? I need it!” she said enthusiastically.

  “Well, angel, I am all about meeting your needs.”

  * * * *

  After Eli left for work, Rachel cleaned up the supper mess and delivered leftovers to Eli’s refrigerator then changed clothes and dolled herself up. After fixing her makeup and hair, she put on the little black dress Eli liked so much then slipped on the new shoes she’d found the weekend before. He hadn’t seen the shoes yet, but she thought he was going to like them, a lot.

  Looking in the mirror, she liked what she saw. Yes, the dress fit her well, but she also liked the twinkle she saw in her eyes and the glow in her cheeks. Rachel was happy, and it showed on her face and in how she carried herself. She slipped into her soft fleece leopard print coat and put her wallet and lipstick into her evening bag.

  When she pulled up to the parking lot, she was surprised by how many cars were there for a Monday. She found a parking space and walked across the lot to the sidewalk along the front of the club. Rachel was excited, she felt beautiful, and she couldn’t wait to see Eli. It had only been an hour since he left, but she already longed for him. Her phone vibrated inside her evening bag, and she stopped on the sidewalk to check it. It was a text from Kelly with a picture of Matthew in his little baby bath seat, soap bubbles piled on his head. The message said: