Later, a soft knock sounded at the door. Rachel opened the door, revealing a handsome and devilish looking Adam Davis on her stoop. Grace appeared to melt on the inside at the sight of him.
“Ready to go, baby?” he asked affectionately as Rachel invited him in.
Grace slipped on her sandals, hugged Rachel and thanked her for
inviting her over, then went straight into Adam’s big, strong arms. They departed soon after and Grace laughed when Adam scooped her up in his arms as he walked down the sidewalk to his truck. Grace waved one last time to her before Rachel closed her front door.
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Heather Rainier
Chapter Twenty-eight
Saturday evening, Rachel squealed when Eli pinched her on the ass as he passed by, his hips wrapped in a towel after he dried off from his shower.
She stood in front of the mirror at the long bathroom counter, putting on her makeup, dressed in a black mesh thong and a black lace demi-bra. The play of muscles in his upper body and biceps drew her gaze as he brushed his long hair, and Rachel didn’t think she’d ever tire of looking at this handsome giant. She sighed as the familiar ache began in her pussy.
Anytime she was near him, her body yearned for his.
He’d made love to her several times in the last two days but would not allow her to move strenuously or participate to the extent she wanted to. She was pining for a good, hard fucking but was going to have to wait for it, or so he’d told her several times with a hint of devilish gleam in his eyes. Her eyes roamed hungrily over a hard bicep and shoulder to his handsome face, directly into his smoldering gray eyes.
“See something you like?” he asked in a sexy voice that always got her wet and ready.
She gulped and swallowed at the invitation in his eyes. They didn’t have time, and she knew it. He’d take his time with her, and they’d wind up being late. Eli stroked his hand down her back, smiling seductively at her hiss and shudder as he stroked sensitive nerve endings, finally reaching the curve of her ass.
One long finger stroked over her cleft before it thrust gently against the plug lodged deeply in her ass. She braced her hand and her hips against the bathroom counter and flexed against his finger, thinking she’d need to change to a dry thong before they left the house. Small price to pay. He’d wanted to remove the plug earlier before the shower, but she’d wanted to wait, enjoying the sensation too much. He’d snickered and called her a naughty girl, and she’d reminded him what naughty girls needed.
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No dice. Dammit.
“I’m going to get dressed, angel. You finish in here, and when you’re done, we’ll see about removing that plug and taking care of the need I see in your beautiful blue eyes.”
A warm, decadent shiver traced over her skin. “We’ll be late,” she murmured weakly. She felt like a junkie in need of another fix when her clit began to throb and her damp pussy lips swelled and throbbed a bit.
“Not that much, and I’d feel bad if I removed the plug, which I know you find stimulating, and then left you frustrated. Being on time is not worth leaving you like that. Finish up and I’ll call your mom and let her know we may be a little late. She won’t mind.”
“But your dad—”
“Is watching a race over at your place and playing with Matthew. He’s not going to care. I need to, okay?” he added softly, kissing her shoulder.
Her cheeks tingled with heat, and she nodded with a breathy sigh. How could she resist that entreaty? The low-level hum in her body turned into a buzz. She lined her eyes lightly and applied her mascara. She planned to leave her hair down around her shoulders. After she dried it and brushed it out, she left the bathroom and found Eli on the bed, naked. She
unconsciously licked her lips, and her gesture inspired a grin from Eli as he enjoyed her obvious, lecherous perusal of his assets.
“Come here, angel,” he murmured and reached for her.
The muscles in her ass clenched at the thought of him removing the plug and the pleasure he’d promised her afterward. He rose from the bed and led her to the end of it. He unclasped the pretty demi-bra and removed it then slid his thumbs into the waistband of her thong and slid it over her hips and down her thighs and calves. He steadied her as she stepped out of it, and then he laid it aside on the bed.
Missing nothing about it, he said, “Your thong is soaked, angel. Are you wet for me? Ready at the thought of me touching you?”
“Eli, I get wet at the sound of your voice.” She laughed softly as he helped her onto the bed on her knees. He held her gently until she was balanced on her right hand. He was always cognizant of her needs with the cast on her arm. He moved back, and she gasped slightly when he grasped the soft handle. He pushed and pulled gently on it, drawing a shaky whimper from her. Her arousal was approaching the point of no return. He left the