Her Gentle Giant: No Regrets (4 page)

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Eli looked into Rachel’s eyes, illuminated by the moonlight. Her face was still damp with her tears, and his heart skipped a beat at the trust and vulnerability he saw in her eyes. His fingertips drifted up to her cheekbones and traced them before sliding into her silky brown hair, strewn over his chest in shiny waves. He kissed her again as he caressed her back and her thighs. He pulled her closer to him, unworried now that she would feel his growing erection against her belly. She gasped in shaky breaths as she came into contact with his rock hard shaft. Gazing into her eyes, he felt her capitulation as her thighs finally parted over his hips. She straddled him, opening to him. He stroked the backs of her smooth thighs, and let out a pleased growl when his hands came into contact with her bare ass cheeks, but he held himself in check.

“Angel, you feel so good, but it’s torture having you this close. I want you so much right now it’s painful. I want to feel you beneath me and be inside you. But I need to make sure in the morning you won’t regret it. I can’t believe I’m saying it, but maybe I should go back to the couch,” he
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said uncertainly. Shit! This was happening so fast now, and he didn’t want to screw it up.

Rachel smiled down at him. “One question. Do you have any condoms?” Damn, she wasn’t making this easy. She arched up to look down at him, and when she did, her sweet body applied more pressure to his eager cock.

“Yes, and I always use a condom. I don’t do bareback. I was tested the last time I went in for a physical. But I want to make sure you’re ready.”

With a soft, shuddering breath, she shifted on him and reached down to pull at the ties on her thong. He bit his lip as he realized what she was doing.

She sat up and slid the thong out of the way, gently took his hand, and placed his fingers where, up until now, he’d only fantasized about going.

“Why don’t you tell me if you think I’m ready?” Rachel gasped breathlessly as she pressed his fingers against her pussy. Eli groaned as they slipped through the abundant hot, silky moisture there. He gently slid a finger into her tight entrance before easing up to rub her clit, which made her cry out in pleasure. Another rush of arousal wet his fingers more. There was no longer any question about her readiness.

“I’m on the pill, though I’ll need to run to the pharmacy in the morning for a replacement pack. We can use a condom if you prefer,” she said, stuttering as he repeated the motion. “It’s been a long time…since I’ve been with a m–man.” He was instantly addicted to the hot, slick feel of her pussy under his fingertips and the soft sounds she made as he touched her. “And I’ve never been with anybody as big as you.” She finished her sentence on a moan as he pressed his erection to her pelvis and gripped her satiny smooth ass. “There has only been one man. It was a terrible mistake, and it only happened once. I was stupid.”

Only once?
He’d love to replace that bad memory for her.

“Not stupid. Beautiful and trusting. If
I
made love to you, Rachel, I’d show you how it
should
be. I’d be gentle and make it good for you.” He slid his hands over her thighs, which were still straddled over his hips. Her belly rested against his throbbing cock. “You wouldn’t look back on this time with regret because it’s only the beginning. It would be very good between us, angel.”

Eli’s conscience warred with his natural instinct to use whatever means were at his disposal to get her writhing beneath him. But what about her
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doubts and fears? They’d still be there in the morning if he didn’t make sure this was what she wanted tonight.

The vulnerability and trust he saw in her eyes strengthened his resolve to prove himself worthy of her.

“Don’t break my heart, Eli. I couldn’t bear it.”

“Your heart is safe with me, Rachel. Please trust me.”

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“I need you.” Rachel lowered her lips to his for another kiss and held on when he rolled her under him on the big bed. She could tell he kept most of his weight off of her but pressed his heavily muscled torso lightly into her as he continued to kiss her. His weight and his immense physical presence were unspeakably comforting and arousing, by turns. Still dressed in his sweatpants, he settled his hips between her open thighs and pressed his hard erection into the cradle of her body. Her head fell back on his pillow, and she moaned quietly at the feel of his hard length pressed to her. She secretly wondered how it would all fit. Resting on an elbow, he began to inch the shirt up her thighs.

“I’m craving my first look at your bare, luscious curves and then a taste of your sweet pussy. Would that be all right, Rachel? Would you let me do that?” He licked tenderly at her lips and nuzzled her jawline.

Whoa.
She looked into his eyes. “You
want
to do that, Eli?” Rachel was truly hesitant, not understanding why that would turn him on. She knew about oral sex, but she thought that the only men
really
interested in pleasuring a woman that way were the heroes in erotic romance novels.

Her experience was limited to one disastrous encounter that had been all about the guy getting what he wanted. That encounter with Reese McCoy had not made her afraid of men but merely confused about what it was they wanted and were willing to give in reality, not fantasy.

Eli wanted her like that?

“More than you could possibly imagine. I fantasize all the time about the beautiful body under your clothes. I imagine what you would taste like, and I wonder how you’ll sound when you come that way.”

Rachel’s cunt clenched and became wetter, begging to be filled.

Uncertainty about her inexperience made her want to apologize.

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“If you’re sure, but I’ve never done that before. I don’t know what you want me to do, Eli. I’m sorry.” She felt like an inept teenager.

“Never be sorry for that. I’m sorry I wasn’t your first lover, but I can be the first to taste your sweet pussy, to show you what real pleasure is. Did you come for your other lover?” She caught a glimmer of jealousy in his eyes.

Come for that rat-bastard Reese McCoy? She shook her head. “No, it was over right after it began. It wasn’t a good first experience.” She thought that was the fucking understatement of the year. “I never even got close. It never came close to feeling anything like this.” She held on to his shoulder as he lowered his lips to her collarbone, above the neck of the T-shirt.

Butterflies took flight in her stomach as he brushed his knuckles over her abdomen, and thoughts of Reese McCoy faded away. He looked up at her, and she saw the tender reassurance in his gaze as he slid the T-shirt up slowly.

“I’ll go slow for you, Rachel and I’ll stop if you need me to.” Her body wept at his tender words and begged for him. Pleaded to be filled. She panted softly when his lips followed the hem of the T-shirt as it was lifted over her rib cage. His tongue slid along the underside of her breast, which made her insides quiver.

“Mmm, like velvet.” His warm mouth closed over her tightly peaked nipple, wringing a high-pitched moan from her. She was strung as tight as a bow. He gently spread her thighs and knelt between them. He slid his hands under her waist, arching her back and drawing her to his lips. She felt so claimed and knew she would feel that same sensation to a greater degree before long and reveled in the knowledge. His long black hair slid forward, over and around her, forming a dark curtain as he suckled hungrily on her flesh. His lips made their slow, tantalizing way to the other nipple before kissing up to her collarbones and the hollow at the base of her throat. As he worked the T-shirt over her head, he spoke of how he’d longed for her, that the wait had been worth it, and how delicious she was.

Eli settled her back on the bed and began to slide his lips and warm tongue down her torso, and her panting increased substantially, knowing where he was headed. Rachel’s body sang for him with her arousal.

He paused to look up into her eyes. “Will you let me love you?”

“Yes, I want you to.” She moaned as he made his way to her navel.

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“I love the feel of your skin, Rachel, how curvy and soft you are.

You’re beautiful here.” He slid his face over her abdomen and licked into her belly button, making her shudder breathlessly.

“I’ll be your slave soon if you keep telling me things like that.” She placed her palm on his cheek and jaw.

“I’m only telling 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.

Like he needs to ask!

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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 beat with the love she saw there.
How
had she been so foolish to think she could resist falling for him?

He chuckled before saying, “Rachel, besides your kiss, I’ve never had anything that delicious on my tongue before. I’d stay here for hours licking your pretty pussy if you’d only allow it.”

Funny, she’d never cared for that word before, always considered it vulgar and insulting. But the way he said it made her feel…powerful. It sounded sweet on his lips when he said it. It was like a secret they shared.

He sounded almost reverent, like he was grateful she’d allowed him to taste
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her and found that part of her delectable. The word didn’t bother her at all between the two of them.

“Eli, I’m not very experienced, but that was so beautiful. Thank you.”

He lay down beside her and stroked her hip. She turned to him and snuggled to his chest as he tilted her chin up and kissed her deeply. Her clit throbbed in response when she tasted herself on his lips and tongue.

“Now you know why I persisted, Rachel. I’ve dreamed of the chance to show you how good it can be between us.” She lay there in his arms, completely bare and open to him, knowing he was right.

“Will you make love to me, Eli?” As she stroked his cheek with her palm, he lifted his wolf-gray eyes and looked into hers. She could see the emotions that warred inside of him.

“Angel, I have condoms but no lubricant. For your first time with me, and until you become used to me, we should use a lubricant. I don’t want to hurt you.” He wanted her badly. She could tell as much by the hot, huge erection that pulsed against her hip. Her pussy should be clenching in fear of it, but all she could think of was how badly she needed to feel him planted deep inside her.

“But I’m so wet for you. Couldn’t we at least try? You haven’t come, and I don’t want to leave you hanging like this.” She tentatively rubbed her fingers over his shaft and balls. He groaned and shuddered a bit.

Rachel bit her lip as he gazed at her and then nodded, evidently willing to agree with her on that point. He quickly shed the sweatpants, and his erection sprang free, huge and rock solid. She wondered again how it would all fit as she touched him. He hissed when she closed her hand around it, gently stroking back and forth.

He turned on his side and palmed her breast, suckling at the tight little nipple. She moaned, enjoying the feel of his strong, hard body over hers.

Her pussy wept for him, and the throbbing returned to her clit as her arousal began to grow again. He slid his forearm under her neck and tilted her lips to him for a kiss. She wanted his mouth everywhere on her body. She wanted him to possess every inch of her.

He reached for the drawer in his nightstand, and she said, “Eli, if you’re sure you’re safe, we could skip the condom. I’m clean, too, and I’m on birth control pills. I want to feel you inside me, with no barrier,” she murmured, emboldened by her words and thoughts. “Would you like that?” She giggled
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when he was suddenly on top of her, his lips on hers. He was demanding but gentle, and his movements graceful and strong as he kissed her.

He rose above her and knelt between her thighs. Looking at him sent a thrill of lust through her. He was just so…huge and larger-than-life. The kicker was the love that glowed in his hypnotic eyes. Her body completely surrendered to him.

He slid his hands over her inner thighs and parted them with slow reverence. He raised her left thigh and hooked it over his right forearm, lifting it slightly as he placed the head of his big, swollen cock at her entrance. Her body trembled at his warm, intimate touch. He gazed into her eyes, waiting for permission. She nodded, reaching out to him. He leaned over her, bracing himself on an elbow, and kissed her, allowing anticipation to build within them again.

She felt the heat of his cock at her pussy, and the rippling sensation began again. He probably wouldn’t even be all the way inside her before her next orgasm slammed into her. She slid her hands up his thighs and felt him flex into her just a little. She gasped as her lips stretched tautly around him.

He shuddered and whispered, “I’m going to take this slow, baby, so it’s good for you. I don’t want you to be sore. You feel so good.”

“You’re not hurting me.” She kissed him as she opened herself to him.

As he began to flex and push forward, his phone whistled and hummed from the living room.

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