Page 60 of Thawed Gladiator: Varro

“You are absolutely beautiful,” she whispers, her eyes locked on my throbbing cock. Her words make my cock bob as I watch her tongue dart out to lick the droplets of semen that have already formed at the tip.

Without hesitation, she grips me at the root and runs her tongue along the length of my shaft, tasting me with every flick of her tongue. She licks my cockhead with the flat of her tongue, taking care to catch the taste of my essence as she flutters her tongue in the slit.

“I’ve never seen one like this.” She flicks her gaze to my face. “Teach me.”

She’s talked about men she’s dated before, said she wasn’t a virgin. I don’t understand, but now is not the time to ask.

I guide her hand along mine, showing her how to stroke and caress just the way I like it. Her clever fingers quickly learn the rhythm and technique that drive me wild, while her mouth follows suit with expert precision.

I stroke myself, showing her how the flesh slides along the shaft, then point to the areas that feel the best. My smart Laura lavishes attention on my favorite spots before I’m done explaining.

As she tugs with her teeth and flickers her tongue, I groan my appreciation. Our gazes stay locked as she licks and sucks, her head bobbing as little grunts of pleasure escape her throat.

With every tug of teeth and swirl of tongue, I let out deep groans of pleasure, unable to contain my appreciation for her skill. Our gazes never break contact as we both become lost in the sensation, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.

But as much as I crave release after waiting so long to touch this woman, I can’t bear the thought of wasting myself inside her mouth. She has asked for my “sword” to pierce and cleave her, and I intend to fulfill that request.

“Enough,Dulcis. I need to spear inside you.”

I lift her to standing, then pull her off her feet until her legs wrap around my waist. My kiss is hot, sloppy; I’m as eager and clumsy as a youth. I imagine she’ll understand. It’s been two millennia since I’ve plunged into a woman’s hot core.

“You still want this?” I breathe, wondering how I’ll hold myself back if she says no.

“I’ve never wanted anything more, Varro.”

I ease her onto the bed and cover her, my knees on either side of her hips. Though every fiber of my being is screaming to take her right now, I pause to savor the moment. My eyes trace the curves of her face, her flushed cheeks and mussed hair. I greedily inhale her intoxicating scent. This woman lying beneath me is more precious to me than air itself.

“My woman.” She’s told me things about men and women in her time, how women have freedoms and are beholden to no man. I imagine she might hate my statement, believing I mean ownership, though that’s the last thing I want. No matter all this, I had to say it. She’s mine now, and in my mind, that can’t be undone.

“My man,” she responds without hesitation, two words that turn my world upside down. In this moment, I know she means it with every fiber of her being. And perhaps I needed to hear those words before sealing our union.

“Dulcis.” I plunge into her, long and slow, making it last. Memorizing the clutch of her muscles as they welcome me, the smooth skin of her shoulders as I grip her, the low sigh of pleasure as though she’s held her breath for a lifetime, waiting for just this perfect moment.

Pausing, I wait for her to adjust around me, feeling the heat of her body and the tightness of her channel. She’s already striving for release, her breath coming in short gasps.

Wanting this to last, I pace myself in long withdrawals and slow entries, watching her chest heave, hearing her little warbling noises as she takes her pleasure. When her hips take up my rhythm, rising to meet me on each thrust, I hasten my pace, leaning closer to rub her little clit every time I sink into her.

She molds herself to me, her pebbled nipples scraping my chest, her soles settling into the curve behind my knees so she can ride me from below. Her fingers are curled into my shoulders as her head tosses back, her golden hair cascading in waves against her pillow. Her face is a picture of pleasure that I will remember until I die again.

“Close.” Her voice is barely breath.

Pressing my lips at her ear, I urge her on.

“You’re beautiful.Dulcis.”

She grinds against me harder, pressing her mound to my pubic bone, working for her release.

“You’re so tight around my shaft. When you come, you’ll milk every last drop of ecstasy from me. You’ll make me feel so good.”

She’s too lost in passion to reply. Her only response is to archagainst me.

“Come for me,Dulcis. Take your pleasure.”

My words unleash something in her and she makes a deep, growling, feline noise from the back of her throat as she thrashes in passion. Just as I predicted, her channel spasms around my sensitive cock, clenching tightly as she takes me closer to the edge.

I hold back for her, though, denying my pleasure as her release blasts through her and she spasms in bliss. Her thighs are shaking, her nails digging into my flesh as she pants, somehow finding the self-control to whisper my name, over and over.

She’s not my Domina or some paying customer. Not an hour ago, she almost admitted she loved me. This woman ismine.

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