She sighed happily taking a little mouthful here and there from his fingertips, sucking them some more for him. He worked his way slowly down her body, feasting greedily on her nipples as he sucked each one clean and released it with a soft pop.
Finally, Eli reached her mound and growled as he dug into his dessert with real gusto. He laved her hot lips and her clit until she writhed in pleasure. He dipped his tongue into her entrance, getting every trace of his coconut cream pie. He licked her until it was all gone, by which time she was begging incoherently.
“Would you like some more pie? Or would you rather have my cock, angel?” he asked as he smoothly untied the restraints at her ankles.
“Eli,” she purred, “I need it, I want your cock.” She lifted her knees as he moved into position between her thighs and wrapped her legs around him.
In one smooth, gentle stroke he slid into her slick, pussy, through her cream. “Angel, I’d rather have you for dessert than anything else.”
She moaned softly as he raised her ankles and spread her thighs wide. “So beautiful. I love to fuck you. You were so sweet, letting me eat my dessert off your little wet pussy. I have a couple of surprises for you. I think you’re going to love this new toy I bought for you.”
“Oh?” Her heart pounded in her ears, as he shifted around for a few seconds.
Eli pressed something soft and wet against the flesh around her clit. When he released the pressure, a gentle vibrating suction began directly over her clit.
“Oh, Eli!” Her hips began to undulate, finding her own unique rhythm as he encouraged her. Her breathing became rasping moans as he quickly lubed her asshole and positioned something slippery at her ass. “What is it? Eli!”
“It’s a plug, like you’ve been using, but this one has something special about it.” He slipped the plug into her lubed opening. She cried out when it began to vibrate inside her ass, in just the right spot. She couldn’t help but move with it, on him. The vibrations might have had their origin on her clit and in her ass, but the sensations coursed through her whole body. Holding back was not an option and she moved uninhibitedly on his cock, which felt like it had gotten even larger. Being tied down and helpless magnified her need to move.
“Oh, Eli, It’s so good, all so good! I’m going to come!” she cried out, arching her back, moving in a wild rhythm along with him. “Oh! I’m—I’m…oh! I’m coming, Eli! Yes!”
Her hips ground into him as she screamed and exploded in ecstasy. He looped her calves over his forearms while thrusting into her with his long, hard cock. He pressed on the toy that held her clit in a suction grip and it began to vibrate faster and harder. Her body seized up, and she came with a joyous wail. As she recovered, he released the suction at her clit and turned off the vibrating plug and carefully slid it from her ass. Then he pulled out of her, hard as a bar of steel. Did she miss something?
Breathless, she mumbled softly, “Eli, you haven’t come yet, have you?”
“No, I wanted to untie you first and take off your blindfold. I need to hold you while I make love to you and finish while I’m looking into your eyes.”
Eli pulled the sashes at her wrists loose seconds later, and slipped the blindfold off, as well. Rachel’s body still vibrated from her orgasm as she gazed up into his handsome face. He smiled and kissed her as he settled over her, and she spread her legs wide for him. He slid back inside her slick passage, groaning deeply in pleasure. His arms slid around her, one arm under her hips, the other under her shoulders, and he held her to him tightly and began to stroke into her with long, smooth, agonizingly beautiful stokes, all the way in, all the way out.
She felt captured and consumed, tight in his arms like this, acquiescing to his strength and immense power as he fucked her tenderly, neither fast nor slow, but somewhere in between. Perfectly.
He might be a large, tall, intimidating man to some, with good reason, but to her, he was always her gentle giant. His heart, for her, was as immense and magnificent as the rest of him. His face became serious, and the tension started to build in his body. Her body responded, tightening up like a bow string pulled taut. He began to pump into her with mindless abandon.
His roar broke her tension, and she came again along with him. He thrust deeply, filling her with his cum, stroking her hard, holding her hard, crying out in ecstasy until his head slumped weakly to her shoulder. His ebony hair spread over her chest like a silken blanket.
When she came back to herself, she slowly released her arms and legs which were wrapped around his body, holding on as tight as he had been holding on to her.
“Eli, you are so…beautiful when you come. The pleasure is written all over your face, and the way you sound when you come touches something so deep inside me. I love that sound,” she whispered. She took a deep, shaky breath as her heart rate began to return to normal.
He raised his head from her shoulder, his pale gray gaze searching her eyes. He smiled tenderly at her, tilted his head, and kissed her adoringly. He stroked her tongue the way his body had stroked hers earlier. She caressed his shoulders and his arms, and then her fingers strayed in his long, black, silken hair. His kisses spread along her jawline and down her throat as he slowly withdrew his cock. They both chuckled when he lifted his body from hers and their flesh stuck together from the sugar in the coconut cream pie.
“Another shower?” She laughed as she touched her fingers to the slightly sticky flesh of her torso. “I appreciate you not getting any in my hair.”
“Yeah, I’ll go start the shower for us.” He grinned as he rose gloriously naked from the bed, lifted the tray that contained all the food, and returned it to the kitchen. He returned to the bed and gathered up the toys to wash them and helped her rise from the bed, where she had been enjoying the view as he came and went.
“Keep ogling me like that, and I’m going to get hard again.” He gestured to the long shaft hanging between his legs that already looked like it was taking an interest.
So soon. It takes a licking and keeps on ticking, It amazed her, the lovemaking stamina this man possessed.
She arched a dark eyebrow, saying, “And that’s a problem because?”
“Insatiable woman,” he growled, coming up behind her and grasping her ass in both hands, making her yelp and giggle as they went into the bathroom.
* * * *
When the movie they put on after their shower was over, Eli lifted her soundly sleeping form from the couch, carried her to his bed, and tucked her in. Removing his robe, he climbed in behind her then pulled the covers over them. She murmured contentedly when he slid her black satin robe from her, needing the direct contact with her warm, sleep-tender flesh. He fell asleep breathing in the clean scent of her hair, mixed with her own womanly fragrance that was a part of who she was. Drawing his knees up behind her, he drew her deeper into his embrace and curled her to him, pleasing the caveman who resided in his chest, near the heart that she had claimed to the uttermost.
Chapter Forty-Five
On Saturday morning, a week before the wedding, Rachel’s cell phone rang, and she and Eli couldn’t help but chuckle. Grace had gotten hold of Rachel’s new cell phone and downloaded special ring tones so Rachel would know who was calling based on the ringer. The ringer for Grace sounded, playing “The Stripper.” Eli shook his head and grinned at Grace’s humor.
Kelly’s ringer was “Wild Thing,” Charity’s was “Friends in Low Places,” and her mom’s was “Respect.” Bashful Teresa also had a special ring tone, which all the girls thought was hysterical, “Rockstar” by Nickelback. There was no telling who else in her address book got a special ringtone. Rachel supposed she’d find out eventually.
“Hello, Grace.”
“Now, see? Isn’t it nice to know who’s calling without even looking at the caller ID?”
“Very amusing. I hope you never call me while I’m in church.”
Grace snorted. “Now that would be embarrassing! Hey, listen, we wanted to have a little something for you an
d Eli up at The Pony tonight, sort of like an engagement party. Why don’t you dress in something hot and sexy and come up to the club?”
“I think we were planning to go over there tonight, anyway. What time?”
“Oh, how about…six o’clock?”
“We can do that. And, Grace? Thanks. You’ve been so good to us.”
“I love you guys. See you at six o’clock.”
Putting the phone away, Rachel smiled at Eli across the breakfast table. “That girl’s up to something.”
“Mmm-hmm. Can’t wait,” he said, taking a sip of his black coffee.
Later that morning, they left to go on their first Christmas shopping trip together. They stayed in Divine and visited all the little small retail businesses that had struggled in the last year to stay afloat. With most everyone on their list taken care of, they stopped at a local drive-in and split a hot fudge sundae together.
He fed her a bite and asked, “You wanna know one of the things I love about you?”
She gave him a crooked grin and nodded. “Sure.”
“I love that you don’t obsess about your weight and your appearance to me. You don’t sit there and simper and whine about how you shouldn’t be eating this sundae with me because you might get fat. I love sharing it with you and watching you enjoy it. That tells me that you’re happy with who you are, which is the woman I’m in love with.”
“Thank you, Eli. Women who do that drive me crazy. It’s like they feel they have to make excuses for enjoying life and what it offers. That extreme focus on food, being obsessed with it like so many are, is a sign that there’s something missing from their lives. I like chocolate, and if you offer it to me, I’ll probably take it. I’m happy with this body, though I know it’s not perfect. If you’re happy with this body, then it’s all good.”
“Angel, your body is heaven to me,” he replied softly and put the spoon to her lips, smiling when she licked it suggestively. “Mmm, heaven.”
They put up Eli’s artificial tree when they got back home, opting to not get a real one since they would be on their honeymoon most of the ten days between the wedding and Christmas. It would be a shame to come home to a dried-out, dead Christmas tree. Rachel handed him the Christmas tree topper, an angel, and stepped back to look the tree over. She had found the angel at one of the shops that day and purchased it to commemorate their first Christmas together. Soon, it was time to get ready for the evening’s festivities, whatever they were.
Eli asked, “Are you going to wear your leather outfit for me tonight?”
“Wait till you see me,” she said, giggling as she turned on the shower and collected what she would need. After her shower, her pussy got a little damp as she began to slip into all that soft leather.
She zipped up the knee-high, black patent platform boots and stood up, amazed at the difference in her height looking in the mirror. She rolled her hair and applied her makeup, going for an extreme dark, dramatically shadowed and lined eye and blood-red lips. Her hair she left in wild, loose finger-styled curls, which she sprayed carefully, then stared back at the sexy stranger in the mirror. She threaded the buckle on her collar and positioned the large ring at the front of her throat.
She called out, “Eli? Are you ready?” as she attached the slave bracelet on her upper arm and hung the matching dangling earrings in her ears.
“Hell yeah, I’m ready!” he called from the living room.
She took a few deep breaths to calm her pounding heart. She glanced once more at the beautiful stranger in the mirror and smiled with deep, sexy satisfaction. Yeah, he thought he was ready. She hoped he was sitting down. She reached down and adjusted the zippers on the sides of the skirt, a little higher, like she’d seen Charity do. She stood tall, opened the door, and swept out into the hallway, sauntering into the living room, where Eli stood at the bar, replying to a text message. She stopped in front of him and stood there in poised silence, waiting for his reaction.
He was dressed in his black leathers and a snug black T-shirt with his black leather biker boots and his heavy black leather riding jacket. He looked delicious, and she wanted to push him back on the couch and ravish him on the spot. He looked up and dropped his phone and didn’t even notice when it hit the floor.
* * * *
Eli was sending a text message when she called out to him. The bathroom door opened, and a cloud of scent floated down the hallway, a combination of the bodywash she used and the perfume she wore tonight. At the swish of her leathers, he looked up and was stunned stupid.
Eli stood there trying to catch his breath. He dimly heard a clatter and thought he might have dropped something. The blood pounded in his ears and rushed with painful force into his rapidly thickening cock.
She stood in front of him, her feet spaced apart in a wide, confident stance, waiting for his reaction. There was no denying it was Rachel. Her midnight-blue eyes, her light olive complexion, and her soft, full kissable lips all told him it was her. But this beauty before him was a whole new dimension of Rachel.
Her eyes were made up dark and mysterious with thick lashes, and she’d painted her lips red. The corset was laced tight up the front, and her lovely breasts generously filled the confines of the bust in a way that made his mouth water.
Eli gulped convulsively and drank the rest of her in. She had on the short leather skirt, which fit her like a second skin, with the zippers adjusted to at least a five-inch slit either side, and then he got a good look at her long, shapely legs sheathed in fishnet stockings and encased in tall, shiny black boots with the platform and ultra high heels. In them she was at least five inches taller, if not more.
He still had not spoken, but she obviously could see his reaction in his eyes because she gave him a sexy, knowing smile and glanced at the front of his leathers, where his erection stood, perfectly hard, screaming incessantly to get inside her. He did the only thing he could do, the only thing he could do that was worthy of her effect on him.
He slid to his knees before her, stunned.
She gasped as he wrapped his hands around her shiny, patent-encased ankles and slid his palms slowly up her calves. She moaned faintly when his hands made contact with the back of her knees. He felt her tremble as his hands paused at her hemline, and he looked up into her face. Her eyes were closed, and her ruby red lips were parted as she panted quietly, her cheeks a blushing rose color.
He slid his hands beneath her skirt, because he needed to know, and groaned in tortured delight when he discovered she was wearing fishnet stockings and a garter belt. He traced his fingers up the backs of her thighs, to what lay beneath the garter belt. Her breathing accelerated to a staccato panting rhythm as his fingertips skimmed over her bare ass cheeks then slid to the front, to the smooth, leather of her G-string. Dressed in leather from head to toe, she was a goddess. No, that description wasn’t quite right. She owned him, body and soul. He slid his arms around her and pressed his face to her abdomen, his lips at her mound.
He looked up at her, in awe. “My queen.”
* * * *
Now it was Rachel’s turn to be speechless. On his knees, he called her his queen. Her heart pounded an insane rhythm, and she had to reach for the bar to steady herself with a hand as he kissed the knuckles of her other hand. When she’d sauntered out confidently earlier and waited for his response, she didn’t realize how profoundly his reaction might affect her.
“Oh, Eli.” Her lips trembled, and she fought the tears that wanted to flood her eyes. She’d worked too hard on her eye makeup to ruin it now.
He stood in front of her with a positively euphoric look on his face as he placed a little white box, wrapped with a white satin bow, into her hand. “A little something for tonight.”
Rachel looked up at him, surprised at his unexpected gift. “Thank you, Eli.”
She untied the satin ribbon.
“I hope you like it and that I chose well based on past conversations.”
Glancing up at him, she l
ifted the lid then looked inside. Lying in the box was a heavy, flat, solid silver heart pendant with a lobster claw clasp. Engraved in script letters on the heart was the name Eli. Whoa.
“Turn it over, Rachel.” On the other side in thick, larger block letters was another word. A warning. MINE.
“Oh.” She breathed out, fingering the lobster claw. She understood. This was a tag to be worn from the ring of her collar. He understood. He knew how this would resonate with her. She claimed to be his, she’d promised she was his, she’d cried out in ecstasy she was his, and now the whole world would know it, know that he owned her body and soul. She smiled joyfully and handed it to him and lifted the ring on the collar. He slipped it on with his name facing up.
“I’m glad you like it.” He fingered it above her cleavage as her heart thumped rapidly beneath it.
“I love it,” she whispered. “Knowing I’m yours and that you lay claim to me like this, it…feels so good, Eli,” she finished lamely, unable to find the right words.
“I love you, angel. That tag says you are mine, but it rests there only by your choice, only if you believe it’s true. I would never seek to truly enslave you, Rachel.”
“I already am.”
His fingertips brushed lightly over her cheekbone as he looked at her with deep approval and appreciation.
“It’s six fifteen. We don’t want to be late. I have your jacket here.” He traced his fingers over the slave bracelet on her arm, noticing it for the first time, and smiled softly. He held the jacket, and she slipped her arms into it then turned to him, the fringe swaying with her movement.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
* * * *
Eli helped Rachel climb from the seat of his Dodge, and she smiled wickedly as she treated him to a sexy glimpse of her inner thigh above the edge of her fishnet stocking before boldly sliding down his torso as he set her on her feet.
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