Page 64 of Thawed Gladiator: Varro

“You look beautiful, Laura. Head thrown back in bliss, nipples hard and peaked in the air. More beautiful than Venus.”

The phallus slides effortlessly now, lubricated by her growing excitement, making a wet sucking sound that echoes around us. The tangy scent of arousal fills my nostrils as I circle my hand tight on my cock, delaying my release as I watch my Laura welcome her pleasure.

I leave my perch between her legs and slip to the floor, leaning close to let her feel my hot breath ghost along her cheek as I urge her on.

“That’s right. So fucking beautiful, skin rosy as you let go and enjoy yourself. You deserve so much pleasure.”

Laura whimpers. I don’t know whether it’s in response to my words, the toy, or both.

She grips the rabbit toy tighter, her fingers digging into its sleek surface, her knuckles going white as she loses herself in the sensation. Her breathing grows ragged and erratic, each exhale mixing with a moan or a gasp. She’s so exquisite I vow to sketch her like this when we finally end our honeymoon. As her hips begin to move in earnest, my cock throbs in response, leaking hot beads of semen.

I loosen my grip on my shaft, not wanting to come before her, but between her breasts bouncing and her moans of pleasure and the scent… pure heaven, it’s all I can do not to race to my own release.

Her rhythm is hypnotic; I can feel the beat of it pulsing through me, echoing in my chest like a heartbeat. She’s lost in the moment now, oblivious to anything but her pleasure. Her head tips back, gold hair spilling across the pillow. The pink tip of her tongue darts out to wet full lips that part ever so slightly.

Her thighs are quivering as her legs bend, knees toward the ceiling, and heels digging into the bed.

“Fuck me! Varro. I don’t want this toy. Fuck your woman!”

I hadn’t expected this, but I don’t make her wait an extra moment. She tosses the toy to the side as I climb back on the bed and burrow into her slick channel in one hard, decisive plunge.

She howls in pleasure, presses her palms to my ass, and rides me from below. Am I thrusting into her or is she impaling herself on me? Both. Neither. It doesn’t matter. We’re flying together, fucking each other, pleasuring each other. It doesn’t take her long to throw her head back and scream her bliss as her core pulses around my shaft.

My body responds immediately as I shoot my seed into her in hot pulses. I don’t hold back my grunts of ecstasy even as she keens her response. The sound of our wordless noises combines with the slapping of wet flesh as it echoes off the stone walls.

Her breasts are jiggling beneath me, the tips grazing my chest as she finishes her bliss, sighing and finally collapsing against the bed.

“Kisses!”

“So demanding.” I settle at her side and comply, kissing her cheeks and forehead and velvety eyelids. “My love, so perfect. That was generous of you to give mesuch a sexy show.”

“Mmm. Hold me as I go to sleep, my love. It was generous of you to fuck me so well there at the end.”

As I hug her to sleep, I wonder how a woman with such overflowing passion managed to sleep in the same cottage as me for months without sharing this bliss with me. It doesn’t matter. We have it now.

Chapter Fifty-Three

Laura

The clash of metal striking wood echoes through the clearing as Invictus meets Varro’s wooden staff. Despite the well-trodden snow on the ground and the thick late-spring flurries that fall around us, sweat trickles down my spine, muscles burning from the exertion of our training session.

“Good!” Varro calls out, his eyes gleaming with pride. “Your form is improving, Laura. And your strength. Invictus is heavy for you, but soon you’ll be wielding that sword like a true gladiator.”

Panting, a grin spreads across my face. “Thanks. Though I think I prefer the spear. It’s lighter and there’s less chance of accidentally lopping off my own foot.”

Varro chuckles, lowering his staff. “True. You’ve shown great progress with both weapons. A few more weeks and you’ll be ready to take on an entire legion.”

“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” I quip, wiping my brow with the back of my hand. “I’d rather stick to hunting the occasional rabbit.” Before he can comment, I beat him to the punch by admitting, “And missing. I know, I know.”

A comfortable silence falls between us as we catch our breath. My stomach tells me it’s almost time to start dinner, but I stand here, surveying our sturdy house and looking beyond it to the stormy sea.

As I enjoy the sound of gulls calling to each other over the water, I realize it’s moments like these that make me forget about the outside world, about the life I left behind.

Maybe it was dumb luck or perhaps it was fate, but I’d been waiting for my life to start. I worked crappy jobs, dated people I knew wouldn’t work out, just passing time until the day I could find theFortuna, which happened to be the same day I found Varro. Here, with him, I’ve found a sense of peace I never knew existed.

Suddenly, a distant rumble breaks through the tranquil evening air. My head snaps up, eyes scanning the horizon.

“Did you hear that?” I ask, tension creeping into my voice.

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