Page 55 of Mated To The King's Gamma
“Is that what you want?” he asks in return, and I nod, moving closer when his hand grips my hip, and he clears his throat, stopping me from crawling on top of him.
“Abbie, stop. I don’t want to scare you,” he says, his voice coming out more of a growled warning. I swallow at the noise as he moves onto his back.
“Gannon?” I ask, confused by his actions, he always says I refuse to touch him, so I do, and now he doesn’t want my touch. I move to crawl on top of him, only for him to move quicker and grip my leg before I place it over him.
“Abbie,” he says in the same warning tone, his grip on my thigh tightening as he holds it off him.
“Gannon, I am fine,” I tell him, and he sighs but lets my leg go, shutting his eyes, and I drape my leg over his waist to find he has an erection. I gasp at the feel of it touching my naked leg and swallow.
“See, that’s why Abbie. You are making me aroused,” he says, and I chew my lip, looking down at him only to find him watching me, waiting for me to flip out at him.
“I won’t hurt you,” he whispers, cupping my cheek in his hand. I lean into his touch, loving the warmth of his skin and the scent of his wrist by my nose. Sucking in a breath of his heady scent, I move on top of him, and he adjusts himself, pulling me higher and away from his hard cock. I wiggle lower, only for him to grab my ass; his hand grips my ass cheek before he suddenly freezes.
“Shit, Abbie, I didn’t mean.”
“Will you stop? Do I look freaked out? I just want to touch you,” I tell him before grabbing his hand and placing it back where it was on my ass.
“You want to touch me?” he asks, and I nod. Well, I am trying to, but he’s making that a bit difficult.
“You know you don’t have to?” he whispers.
“I want to, I want to be able to touch you, Gannon,” I tell him, and he sighs and lets me explore his body. I have countless times, yet never did my hands wander the way they are right now as my fingers map out every part of his exposed chest and his abs. My hand moves lower toward the waistband of his pants when he wraps his arm around my waist and sits up, making me shriek, not expecting it.
He sits there for a second as if gauging my reaction to his action as I straddle him. His erection pressing against my lower region makes me look down when he grabs my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his.
“I will never hurt you,” he whispers, brushing his thumb over my lips. “We can stop. Do you want to stop?”
I shake my head, and my hands move over his chest to his shoulders.
“Then say it; I want to know you understand, Abbie; I want to know it is what you want?” he whispers as his fingers trail down the side of my neck to where his mark lay. I shiver as his fingers graze over it.
“You won’t hurt me,” I whisper.
“Never,” he says, tugging me closer before pressing his lips against mine softly. My arms wrap around his neck, and I push closer, so my chest is flush against his as I kiss him harder when he stands, gripping my leg and wrapping it around his waist while not breaking our kiss. His fingers tangle in my hair as he moves toward the bed before stopping beside it. He sits on the edge of it.
“Is this alright?” he asks around my lips, sucking on his. I nod in answer, not caring where he puts us as long he doesn’t stop kissing me.
The longer he does, the less I think about it. My body takes over, consumed by him. I tug him closer when he suddenly rolls and makes me gasp when I find myself on my back with him pressed against me. He holds all his weight on his arms and peers down at me, his eyes moving to my chest and back up.
“Am I allowed to touch you?” he asks, and I wiggle beneath him, feeling my face heat as I nod. I want him to touch me and feel his hands on my body. He smiles, leaning down and brushing his lips against mine. His tongue sweeps into my mouth as he kisses me deeply. His pelvis brushes against me and I find I don’t shy away, not even when I feel his hardness press against me.
Gannon presses closer and a moan escapes my lips when he presses himself against me, touching some nerve that makes my hips buck, and my eyes widen. I gasp, pulling away from him. “You like that?” Gannon asks, watching me as he rolls his hips against me again, making something tighten inside me as his cock brushes the same spot.
I nod, shutting my eyes. “That’s what it should feel like Abbie, pleasure not pain,” he whispers, and I open my eyes to gaze at him.
“So can I touch you? You can tell me to stop,” he murmurs, leaning closer, a smile on his lips as they brush mine. I nod, he kisses me, plunging his tongue into my mouth and tasting every inch of it before his lips move to my neck and over my collar bone; tingles rush over my skin where he touches.
I feel the mark on my neck warm, and tingle as his lips move lower and his tongue swipes over my peaked nipple, making it harden impossibly more as he teases it with his tongue. His lips move to the other when he moves lower, his lips and tongue running down my ribs to my hips, making me squirm when I feel his arms move under my bent legs, making me sit up. He kisses my knee, his eyes watching me as his lips trail and suck down my leg. That’s when I realize he is about to put his mouth down there.
“Gannon!” I hiss when I feel his warm breath sweep over me, and I groan as he blows his hot breath over me.
“Do you want me to stop?” he murmurs, laying on his belly. I chew my lip, unsure about having his face down there. “I won’t hurt you, love. You can watch, say stop, and I will.” He rubs his nose up the inside of my leg, making me shudder.
“And it won’t hurt?” I ask him. He shakes his head before trailing his tongue down the inside of my thigh. My legs close almost entirely on his head when I feel his tongue sweep across the apex of my legs. His hands grip my thighs before I can crush his head.
“No pain, just pleasure, Abbie,” he whispers, gazing between my legs, as I open them for him. I watch him, and he watches me back as he lowers his head before his mouth is on me. His tongue sweeps between my lower lips to my clit.
I moan at the feel of it, and I hear him chuckle before sucking it into his mouth. My head rolls on my shoulders at the intense feeling of it before I fall back on the bed as he kisses my most private area.
