Free Her Gentle Giant, Part 2: Remember to Dance by Heather Rainier Page B

cell phone number and she picked up on the first ring.
    “Hello, handsome.”
    “Hello, angel.”
    “That was a sweet thing you did, slipping that little silver egg vibrator into my luggage. I found the black lace nightgown and robe in the suitcase, too. You’re thorough as well as thoughtful.”
    “Did it feel good slipping into that nightgown?”
    “I don’t have it on yet.”
    “Are you ready for bed?”
    “Uh-huh,” she replied softly.
     “Are you nekkid?” he asked in a husky whisper.
    “For you, yes.”
    “Are you under the covers?”
    “Yes,” she replied silkily, and he could hear her sheets rustling. “How are you? Were you asleep?”
    “No, I couldn’t. I need you to sleep,” he replied softly, missing her warmth and her scent next to him.
    “Maybe I can help,” she said softly. “So you were already in bed, under the covers?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Pajamas?”
    His cock twitched. “No. I brought them in case we bunked together, but we all have our own rooms. This lodge is huge.” He was thankful because he hated sleeping clothed.
    “Oh,” she said in an achingly soft voice. “Are you hard, Eli?” The tone of her sexy voice made his cock twitch.
    “Very, angel. Your voice does that to me,” he murmured. He thought he dimly heard the sound of a phone ringing somewhere in the cabin but didn’t hear it again.
    “You know what I’d do right now if I was there?” Her seductive voice sent a wave of shivers down his spine to his cock as he imagined it.
    “Tell me, angel.”
    “I’d wet my lips with my tongue, slide your big, hard cock into my mouth, and suck and lick you until you were panting. Are you stroking your cock yet?”
    “I am now.” He reached down and stroked his tingling, rock-hard length, and groaned. “Do you have the egg with you, angel?”
    “Yes,” she answered shakily.
    “Are you nice and wet for me? Throbbing and aching for me?” he asked.
    “You know I am, Eli. I wish you could touch me.”
    “That’s why the egg was in your luggage. Pretend it’s my fingers, and later it’ll be my tongue. That’s why I sent it with you. Turn it on and put it over your clit.” He listened as she did as he asked, and she whimpered at the sudden stimulation. His shaft throbbed and wept a translucent tear at the sound of her arousal.
    “Good, angel. Does it feel nice?”
    “It’s torture, Eli. I’m so wet it keeps slipping,” she said with a soft, sexy chuckle. He wished it was his tongue that was doing the slipping.
    “Mmm, my angel is good and wet.”
    “Y–yes. Are you stroking your incredible, thick cock for me? Can you imagine me sucking the head for you? I want to climb on top and suck your cock while you lick my pussy. Would you like some sixty-nine with me?”
    “I’d pull you down on my face and lick you till you came, screaming my name.” Eli imagined the feel and taste of her sweet pussy pressed against his face while she sucked his cock. “I’d lick your little pussy until my face was coated with your honey.”
    “Oooh, baby, I can almost feel that warm tongue of yours.” He heard her moan low and soft.
    “Are you stroking your clit yet?”
    “Uh-huh,” she whimpered softly.
    “Slip that little silver egg just inside, between your sweet little pink lips. Pretend that’s my tongue, angel. Feel it?” he asked in a strained, guttural voice.
    Rachel did as he asked, and the sound of her soft whimpers increased. He could hear her rapid breathing. She sounded like she was already close to coming.
    “Oh, Eli. I want you so much.” She panted softly, trying to catch her breath. “After I’m done licking you, I think I want to turn and straddle those lean hips of yours. I want to stroke your hard cock with my wet pussy and just slide back and forth over you and get you wet with my juices. Do you want that, Eli?”
    “I want all of you, yes,” he hissed, straining against the mattress. “But I’m going to take hold of your pretty curvaceous