Page 36 of Devious Gambit

“Go on,” he said, playfully. “Drop that pillow and take your pajama top off or…I’ll take a look at your daddy’s criminal past and make sure you see it.”

I hesitated, but he knew exactly what he was doing. He took the beer can from my hand, placed it on my bedside table, and started kissing my neck, running his hand under my pajama top and grunted in desire when he felt my breast.

“Take your top off,” he urged.

I did as he asked, immediately feeling vulnerable, but desired, as his hands were all over my skin. He pulled down my bra straps to reveal my nipples and caught my left one in his mouth.

“Man, you’ve got nice tits,” he breathed into me.

Holy hell, I’d never experienced anything so tantalizingly wonderful. I tried to suppress my reaction to his touch, but it was no use. I loved the feel of his weight on me, I loved his heat and I especially loved his skin, his mouth and lips all over me.

As he continued to suck my breasts he grinded into me with his crotch, repeatedly, grunting in desire. My panties were saturated and finally starting to see what the big deal was.

“Take your bra right off,” he ordered, as he removed his sweater, revealing beautiful smooth skin.

I took my bra off and hurled it onto the floor and he kneeled between my legs, which were spread wide. I found myself in a wonderland staring at his chest and bare arms. I ran my fingers along the light covering of dark hair on his chest and over his smooth, rippling arms, where I spotted the octopus tattoo. It was holding a spear with some of its tentacles while the other tentacles wrapped around his shapely arm.

He took my locket in his fingers and smiled when he saw that it was a fish. “Looks like we both like sea creatures.”

I just nodded, too entranced by his beautiful body. I kept running my fingers over his lines and mounds, completely in awe. “David,” I whispered, under my breath.

“David?” he hissed. “You’re thinking of another man while with me?”

“No.” I didn’t realize I spoke aloud, I’d lost myself in him. “I was thinking of Michelangelo’s David.”

“While looking at my body?”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

He grinned. “Your mind works in very strange ways.” He leaned in and kissed me full on the lips, slipping his soft, warm tongue into my mouth, and pressing his hard chest against my breasts. I felt his hand travel in between my thighs and massage over my pajamas.

I moaned and sighed and felt a rush of feelings that I both feared and lavished. I longed to control my feelings and push his hand away. A stubbornness inside of me refused to let go, but he was too good and far too beautiful to back down. I tugged at my pajama bottoms, because I needed him inside of me. He got the message and swiftly, pulled them down and right off. All I had left was my panties and my locket.

“Cute panties,” he smiled, taking out a condom packet from his jean pocket. “I take it you’re not on the contraceptive.”

I shook my head.

“After I’ve swept the cobwebs away, you’ll likely want to fuck everything in sight, so it might be a good idea to get on a contraceptive.”

I ignored the disappointment scouring my stomach. He didn’t want me to sleep with just him. I get it. He’s just here to snap my hymen and then be gone. I warned myself when he started paying me attention that I shouldn’t fall for him. I’m not his type.

Enjoy this moment, Rhys. It might be your last.

“Didn’t shave your muff,” he pointed out after sliding my panties down, proceeding to brush the small triangle of hair with his fingers.

“Oh? Should I?”

He shrugged and proceeded to kiss and nibble my inner thighs without going near my center. I arched my back overwhelmed by the exhilaration running through me.

“Enjoying it?” he asked me.

“If I knew it was this good, I would’ve started years ago.”

“We’re not even halfway yet,” he informed me, sliding a finger into my core, working it in and out while playing with my clit. The entire time his playful eyes were glued to my face and breasts, watching me bite my bottom lip, and arch my back while my breasts wiggled about. Whenever I moaned or sighed, he cracked a satisfied smile.

“Two,” he said, sliding a second finger inside me, working it hard. “Three.” Three fingers were in and I could feel the walls of my insides stretch then retract, my juice gushing all over his hand.

“Oh my God!” I cried out. At that point, he unzipped his jeans, flipped out his cock and slid a condom on.

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