A Lover For Rachel (4 page)

“Not so fast. This first time is about you. It will be about me soon enough.” He held her down with his hand and leaned forward, licking her, his tongue hotly caressing her clit. She nearly jumped through the roof as he found her and suckled on her most intimate part. His fingers dipped between her legs and entered her slowly. “You are tight. Are you a virgin? I hope I do not hurt you.”

“I’m not a virgin. It’s just been a long time.”

Slurping the liquid from her body, he continued worshiping her with his mouth. Rachel arched up to meet him and moaned, pushing her body even more into his mouth. This was wonderful, so new and different than anything she had ever felt before. This man actually cared that she was pleasured first. He licked her from top to bottom; she moaned again as he slithered back up to suck her already enlarged clit.

He pulled the moisture from her body, massaging it into the tight rosette of her ass. He pressed slowly into her and she was surprised just how easily his fingers entered her body. She’d heard other girls in college talk of the wonders of anal sex but had never experienced it for herself. Soon his fingers were going in and out of both her vagina and her ass at a pace that brought her closer and closer to fulfillment.

As if knowing she’d be spent too soon, Dewin slowed down the tempo, making each movement an exquisite torture only he could fulfill. His fingers touched her innermost spot and she became a writhing mass of pleasure as her orgasm got nearer and nearer.

“I’m going to come.” Gasping, Rachel couldn’t believe the feelings she experienced. Her body was on the edge of a large abyss, hovering, ready to plunge over the edge for the thrill of a lifetime. When it did come, it quickly slammed into her and tossed her about like a feather in the wind, soaring ever higher until there was nowhere to go but down.

Gently, the afterglow enveloped her, yet her senses were still fragile, wanting to experience the sensation once more. Grabbing his hair, she pulled him up and kissed him almost savagely. She could taste herself on him and savored the rather tangy flavor. She rolled him over and gazed down at his handsome face.

“Your turn.” Rachel moved down his body and began to caress his hard cock. He was larger than most men she’d seen or been with and her excitement at the thought of him filling her could hardly be contained. She pulled him into her mouth and realized he
did
fill her completely as she began to suck the large head. On closer inspection, she could see it was purple with unresolved passion. She wanted to get him as close as she could, thus giving him as much pleasure as possible, just like he’d done for her.

She rolled her tongue along the underside of the huge organ and heard him let out a low moan. Gradually he began thrusting his cock ever farther into her mouth. She rubbed her tongue along the groove of the large head, nipping and licking the full length of him. Rachel followed the shaft until it met his body and flicked out her tongue to caress his balls. Pulling first one, then the other into her mouth, she was rewarded with a shuddering response.

“If you continue such luscious things with your mouth, I will not last long. I have already lasted longer than humanly possible,” he murmured, caressing her head with his hands.

Rachel licked and nibbled him for a few moments more when his cock suddenly became slightly longer and harder. Backing off, she calmed him down before climbing on him. Unhurriedly, she straddled his body and impaled herself on his cock.

“You are so tight. I know I will want to make love to you again and again.” Dewin let out a guttural cry and pushed all the way inside her.

Rachel matched him stroke for stroke, amazed she could take him all in. It caused the most delicious of feelings to unfurl within her. She felt a shudder start that eventually ran through his whole body. She circled her hips. His large cock stretched her even more. He withdrew as much as his position allowed and pushed back in ever so slowly, inch by inch, giving her more pleasure than she ever thought possible.

“Let go, give yourself to me,” he whispered. “Give into all those desires, all those feelings.”

A thousand tendrils of emotion rushed through her body as she gave into the sheer wantonness of the moment. Her pleasure was alive as it rushed through her, even more intense than the first time as she climbed the pinnacle to fulfillment.

His own breathing became even harsher. Within moments, she felt and heard a cry welling from deep within him as hot jets of cum exploded into her, setting off the most mind-blowing orgasm she had ever had. Screaming, she began to kiss him frantically and arched into him even more as the hot juices flowed from each of their bodies.

Slowly coming back to reality, she rolled to his side. “I could fall in love with you if we did that every day.”

Pulling back, he looked at her intently. “What did you say?”

“I said…”

* * * *

She was slammed back into her own time, but there was a difference. Glancing down into his warm blue eyes, which now smoldered with desire, she prayed they had clothes on. Rachel searched around, amazed no one even cared that they were on the ground. Of course, it helped the nearest person was at least three meters away.

“Okay, what just happened?” Her body was still warm and tingly from what she’d just experienced with this man. She wanted to rip his clothes off again, right in front of everyone.

He laughed. “I told you, you were the key.”

She sat up and wasn’t surprised to find herself fully clothed, nor that he was dressed appropriately for the time period.

“I don’t understand.” She gazed around her.

“You said that you could fall in love with me, Rachel Hamilton. Love was the key.” The corner of his mouth lifted in a lazy half-grin as he gazed at her.

She let out a disappointed sigh. “I guess this means you’ll be off to greener pastures.” She stood up, brushed the grass off, and began to walk away. She’d have at least one passionate moment to remember from this vacation.

A hand gripped her arm and pulled her back. “You are not getting away that easily.”

She turned back to him, looking at his towering figure.
This man surely doesn’t want me.
“What are you talking about?”

“I remember why Merlin put me beneath the henge.” His hands moved on her shoulders in a gentle caress.

“Why?” She stood back as she couldn’t afford to indulge herself in emotions that would only lead to a broken heart.

“Merlin could see the future, you know. He knew you were going to be here and would need me. He knew we were meant for each other.” His fingers tenderly pushed her hair from her face. “Look at me.”

In his voice, she heard a longing that echoed the burning intensity she felt within herself. She smiled up at him and held his hand, turning her lips to kiss his palm. “So does this mean you’ll be staying with me?”

“I have waited an eternity for you. There is no way I am giving you up, Rachel.” He pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply.

“There you are.”

Turning, she saw Sam standing a few feet away holding Devon’s hand. “Want to introduce me to your friend?”

Rachel looked at Dewin, confused and not sure what to do or say. She’d hadn’t thought beyond the two of them being together.

Taking the lead, Dewin pushed out his hand. “I am Dewin Kingston, Rachel’s fiancé. She told me you two were working things out?”

Shock was etched on both of their faces. “The Dewin Kingston?” Sam gasped and looked at her. “Why didn’t you tell me that was who your secret admirer was?”

Rachel kept her surprise to herself, glad her lawyer instincts kicked in. She shrugged and stared at Dewin, her eyes sparkling as a crackling of energy passed between them, hot and raw. “I didn’t think it important. Besides, we didn’t want to draw any attention to the relationship.”

He kissed her hand again and turned to Sam, bowing slightly. “At your service. If you do not mind, I need to speak to Rachel for a quick moment and then we can join you. Hopefully, it will be a happy celebration for all of us.”

He pulled her along with him and pushed her behind a stone. Once away from prying eyes, he drew her in his arms again. “Now where were we?”

Smacking him playfully on the shoulder, she laughed. “What was that all about? I didn’t say a word about them yet it was as if you knew of them and they of you.”

“Well, I could not very well be a penniless sot, now could I? I was brought here to love and provide for you forever. I decided to do it in style.” He smiled down at her. “And I am a good listener. You were mumbling about them when you landed in my studio with that knot on your head.”

“It still doesn’t explain everything.” She reached her arms around his neck.

“Why does everything need to be explained? Some things are just meant to be. Even if they had some help from magic.”

“But you changed our future with magic. Isn’t there some rule against that? Isn’t that a paradox?” she questioned and watched him closely.

“I really did not change anything. I was never in your world in the first place. So, I just added myself back into the present as a wealthy man who writes fantasy novels. Nora gave me the idea years ago. Maybe that is what Merlin planned all along since I never would have found you otherwise.” He kissed her gently on the nose. “There really is not any harm in magic, you know. After all, magic was the reason I was beneath the henge and magic brought us together.”

True.
Their relationship would always be magical, in more ways than one.

About the Author

Lynn Crain
realized at an early age she wanted to write. She took the long way to being published by doing a variety of things like nursing assistant, geologist, technical writer and computer manager all of which have added to her detail-oriented stories. Now she’s a full-time storyteller and weaves fantasy, futuristic, and paranormal tales, as well as erotic stories for various publishers. She normally lives in the very hot southwest with her husband, son, two dogs, three cats, and she’s gotten rid of her snakes. Don’t ask. Other members of her clan live nearby and include another son, daughter-in-law, and two grandsons, plus various long-time friends. She is a past national board member of the RWA; founding president of Las Vegas Romance Writers Chapter of RWA; has held the positions of president, vice-president, secretary and contest chair of EPIC. Her latest adventure has taken her to Vienna, Austria with her husband as he works for a UN-affiliated organization. You can find her hanging out at A Writer In Vienna Blog

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Praise for Lynn Crain’s Books:

“This is a wonderful short read. Crain does a first rate job of describing the smells and sounds of the era, the smell of burning coal from the train etc. I felt with each description that I was there in that time period experiencing it for myself. She does an equally good job of portraying life on a small remote island, circa 1830s. I'd definitely recommend this one.” ~ The Haunting of Maggie Grey ~ 4 Cherries

“In the final book of the
Blue Moon Series
,
Lynn Crain
tells an explosive story that had me on the edge of my seat! From Connor's emergence as Charles Langford's son, to the battle between Connor and Cordelia, the imagery and fast pace made this one a true page-turner. The sex between these two lovers was white hot, but the ending so very romantic as they vowed their love.
Blue Moon Magic 4: Night of the Blue Moon
, like its predecessors, is a keeper. I am only sad now that the series has ended.” ~ Night of the Blue Moon ~ 4.5 Lips

“The love scenes incorporated tenderness and need, without the intense erotic raunchiness I expect from an erotic romance. And that fit A View from Santa's Sleigh so much better than anything else would have. Throw in some truly interesting, and sometimes funny, secondary characters, and A View from Santa's Sleigh made a great read. In my mind, there are several categories of great romances, and this one is towards the top of my "Sweet Romances" list. I'm hoping to see some of the secondary characters with stories of their own.” ~ The View From Santa’s Sleigh ~ 4 Hearts

You can find more Lynn Crain books at:

www.extasybooks.com

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