Page 53 of Minding the Minotaur
“Oh… co—ming!” she moans as her cunt tightens like a vice around my fingers and her body arches. Her clit swells, and that gush of hot liquid I’m getting to love so much tells me she is indeed coming with a vengeance as she cries out my name in a cracked, desperate howl of pleasure.
Her thighs scissor around my hand and the bathwater turns into a whirlpool as she squirms and shudders in the aftermath.
When she finally relaxes, I remove my fingers, kissing her as she comes down from the high of her orgasm.
She pants out a little grateful thank you.
My cock isn’t going anywhere fast, but it will have to wait.
I huff out a sigh, kiss her again, then stand up. She stares longingly at my huge member bobbing out in front of me. I can’t help a quick stroke of it with my fist in front of her. “You think you could eventually take this monster, babe?” I ask.
She giggles. “Of course I could. I practically ate your hand just then.”
I beam at her. She is an expansive little cavern of need forsure. I’m amazed at how much her greedy little cunt can take. I have easily jammed three fingers inside her on occasions, right up the hilt.
But today was different, it was reverence and worship at the shrine of her beautiful body.
The body I want to claim as mine.
Oh gods of the Labyrinth, I can’t hold out much longer, I think as I reluctantly release my throbbing cock.
As if she’s reading my mind, she stares at my cock with needy longing in her baby blues. “Soon, Arlo?”
I hesitate, frowning. “Just the last of Clarisse’s younglings’ school fees to pay?—”
“I understand,” she says quickly. “I love that you care about your family the way you do.”
“You’ll meet them sometime.” I cradle her hand against my cheek.
“I’d love to.” She hesitates, then says, “I’d like you to meet my mom and dad too, and Clem.”
I snort. “You think your mom and dad would cope with that?”
Her eyes cloud for a second. “I—I hope so…”
My heart breaks a little at her hesitation. I was about to tell her I love her, that she is more than special, that she is everything, she is my mate, but now I swallow the words. She’s changed my life, and I want her to be part of my future, but after her overwhelm episode earlier, and now the sense I get that she’s worried about how her parents would view me, the divide between our two worlds gapes wide. I open my mouth, trying to find words to share my feelings without coming on too strong, when there’s a knock at the door.
Sammy sinks low into the bathwater.
“Arlo?” It’s Tippy’s voice on the other side of the wood panel.
“Yes?” I call out.
“Have you got Samantha in there?”
“Erm, yeah—I took a bath and forgot my towel. Sammy just brought it to me.”
“My back was turned the whole time,” Sammy pipes up.
“Right-oh.” Tippy sounds amused. “Are you two playing rubber ducky?”
“No!” we howl in unison.
“Well, when you’ve finished supervising Arlo’s bath time, I just wanted to let you know Jax is here. He’s come to see how you’re going, Samantha.”
Sammy’s eyes saucer, and we both stifle snorts of laughter.
“Tell him I’ll be there in a minute,” Sammy calls out. Then she looks at me in horror. “I’ve got no clothes in here, Arlo.”
