Page 40 of Glamour & Gumballs

He swore loudly, grabbing my wrist with the hand furthest from me and holding my fingers where they were. “Stop, Chaos.”

I started to pull my hand away, but he held it in place.

“I’m going to release all over your only set of clean clothes if you keep going.” He gritted the words out.

I looked down at the robe and exposed panties.

Did I care?

If I weren’t playing Survival, I wouldn’t have batted an eye. But dry, clean clothes were a rarity on the island.

“Take them off me,” I said.

His eyes opened, gaze hot, heavy, and a little suspicious.

Like he didn’t believe I meant it, which was just plain ridiculous. I never said anything I didn’t mean. In fact, I usually said too much of what I meant.

“If you’re going to cover me in your pleasure, wouldn’t you rather coat my bare skin anyway?” I asked.

Fire burned in his eyes. “I should get you off again first.”

“Why? I’ll probably climax again with you. You’ll still be between my thighs, right?”

He growled. “Yes.”

“Then don’t make me wait any longer.”

He tugged the tie around my waist undone, and I lifted my hand off his wing so he could push the robe’s sleeves down my arms. His hands slid slowly over my breasts, his grip gentle.

Too gentle.

“I’m not going to break, Rhett. If you’re going to touch me, touch me.”

“You’re perfect.” His voice was low as he worked my breasts harder through my bra.

I dragged my fingers lightly against his wings again.

He had my bra over my head in a heartbeat, and gripped my bare breasts. I inhaled sharply, loving both the feel of it and the heat in his eyes.

When his hands left my tits, they slid down my hips and to my panties. He tugged the fabric down my thighs, lifting my legs one at a time. The motion was a little awkward, but the moment wasn’t. The way he watched me said he liked stripping me down as much as I liked having him do so.

When he lowered my leg back to his side, it set my core against his erection. There was nothing between us but his shorts.

“We shouldn’t ruin your only pair of clothes either,” I said, heart beating quickly.

It was a fair point, but honestly?

I just wanted to feel him against me.

He lifted us both off the mattress long enough to tug the fabric down his legs.

I sucked in a breath at the heat of his bare cock against my clit. He throbbed, and my hips arched.

“Easy,” he warned, one of his hands wrapping possessively around my hip while the other slid back up to my breast and squeezed.

“Easy is boring,” I breathed, stroking his wing again until he was throbbing hard beneath me.

“No part of being with me will ever be boring, Chaos. Slow down so this can last.”

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