Her Gentle Giant: No Regrets by Heather Rainier Read Free Book Online

you the truth, but if you’ll be my slave, I promise to take good care of you.” He chuckled softly as she moaned at the feel of his tongue at the dip below her hipbone at the top of her thigh. Her heart was hammering a rapid rhythm, and she could already feel the tightening sensation in her pussy that always preceded an orgasm. Her clit throbbed, begging for one gentle touch, one little flick, and she’d go off like a rocket.
    He reached up and quietly, with one long sweep of his arm, spread open the drape covering the window over his bed. She looked questioningly at him. “So that I can see you. I want to see you the first time I taste your pussy. I want to watch your beautiful face when I make you come.” His lower lip brushed against the flesh to one side of her mound as he maintained eye contact with her, teasing her.
    Rachel had no idea he’d say such things to her. His loving, erotic words made her breath hitch as she gazed back into his pale gray eyes, anticipation robbing her of the ability to speak. Keeping eye contact with her, he slowly lowered his mouth to just barely above her wet slit, and his warm breath wafted over her for a few seconds. Rachel shuddered in ecstasy, her cunt tightened like a bowstring, and she thought she might scream.
    Eli slid his warm hands up her inner thighs, which she spread wide for him. His fingers gently touched her mound, pausing for what seemed like an eternity, allowing her tension to build. Her breath came in racing gasps as she waited. She looked into his eyes, and every muscle in her body tensed.
    Finally, he looked down on the most intimate part of her body, and she realized he’d played out the moment for himself as well, allowing his anticipation to build for the first sight and taste of her. His fingers gently parted her outer lips, and he groaned softly.
    “I could die and go to heaven now. So pretty and pink. You’re wet and swollen. The waiting must be unbearable for you. I’m going to lick you, Rachel, and finally know what your sweet pussy tastes like. Would that be all right?” he asked softly.
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    “Yes, I need you.” Her hands slid into his hair, which moved like a silken drape along her thighs. Eli’s callused fingers splayed out over her inner lips, sliding over the wetness there but not touching the one place she wanted him to. One finger slid a little into her entrance, and her back bowed off the bed. He placed a gentle hand on her abdomen to keep her in place as he gazed up at her and slid his tongue into her wet slit.
    Heat to spread through her like a raging wildfire at his approving growl.
    The tension built to unbearable levels, and the muscles in her pussy clasped almost painfully. He slid his tongue into her entrance and then upward over her clit. She began to moan and shake as he carried her to unbelievable heights with each gentle touch. A fresh rush of moisture flowed from her at his masterful playing of her body. His skilled tongue flicked up and down on both sides of her clitoris.
    Rachel sobbed as the tension suddenly released, and she came completely undone and she wailed his name as he continued to lave her clit with his warm tongue. Her hips rode every wave of her orgasm until she felt like nothing more than a warm, trembling puddle in his arms. He continued to gently kiss her and lick her, as she recovered. She breathed out a contented sigh as he looked up at her.
    Eli was practically beaming with masculine accomplishment as he kissed her inner thigh, looking very satisfied with himself. “Angel, you’re even sweeter than I imagined you would be.”
    Rachel stretched, arching her back, and asked, “Was it all right? I mean, did you really like…the way I taste?” She wanted to know, but she didn’t want to know. How could it be good? Since she’d never thought to taste herself, she wouldn’t know.
    Eli closed his eyes for a brief moment before they opened and made her still-galloping heart skip a