Page 25 of Gator's Gambit
He guesses? I can’t bite back a snort of laughter. “You guess? Dude, I’m surprised there aren’t chafe marks and wisps of smoke from the speed.”
“Okay, fine. I’m – shall we say – more than a little eager to get naked with you.”
“Yeah, I can see that.” Returning his grin, an echoing excitement flows through me. “If it’s any consolation, I’m just as impatient for this as you.”
At my words, the hard edge of desire softens in Godric’s eyes. Forgetting about his buckle, or any of his other clothes for that matter, he steps forward and runs his hands up my naked arms with a whisper-soft touch. I’m torn between looking up into his eyes or following the path of his fingertips across my skin.
Tracking his progress across my body wins out in the end as my nerve endings sing with every slide of a fingertip or palm over sensitive skin. “Look at me, baby,” Godric murmurs, and I hasten to comply. The urgency in his voice compels me to do so.
A tiny gasp has my lips separating, and Godric’s quick to take advantage by claiming them in a kiss that has my brain malfunctioning. I fall into a haze of lust, so thick I become deaf and blind to all that’s around me. The slide of his hands over my shoulders and down to the globes of my ass barely registers. The contrast of my entirely naked body pressed against his partially clad one sends waves of sensation crashing through me.
My lungs pleading for air, I break our kiss and rest my forehead against his chest. I need a moment to calm my thundering heart. Unable to believe I’m here, in Godric’s arms just as nude as the day I was born, indulging in one of his drugging kisses, I take a step back to orient myself.
Quick as a flash, he tucks an arm around my shoulders and the other one behind my knees, picks me up to walk me over to the comfy looking bed where he lays me down so gently you’dswear I was fragile cargo. He steps back to complete the task he’d started before the kiss.
Another gasp issues from between my lips when, finally, he stands buck-naked in front of me. Holy cow, the man is built, muscles galore and a smattering of hair across his chest that has my fingers itching to ruffle. But it’s his rock-hard cock, standing proud that grabs my attention.
While it may not be one of those implausibly large ones described in fiction novels, it’s certainly not anything to be embarrassed about. What is embarrassing, though, is how my mouth waters at the idea of taking him into my wet warmth. Before I can talk myself out of the idea, I swing my legs over the side of the bed and onto my knees before him, his penis right at eye level.
“Fanc— gah.” Strangled words that never make it past his lips spur me on as I wrap my lips around the head and curl my tongue around it. Godric’s fingers thread through the strands of my hair and tighten around them, almost painfully.
Mentally smiling to myself, I take him as deep into my mouth as I can stand, sucking at the same time. My head bobs as I suck, lick, and nip my way up and down the stiff shaft. My hands cup and knead his balls, feeling the tiny sacs tighten ever so slightly, telling me that what I’m doing is working.
Sliding my tongue all the way down, I suck one of his balls into my mouth and give it the same treatment as I’ve been giving his cock. A deep groan rumbles out of Godric, and I lift my eyes to find his head thrown back, his eyes closed, and his teeth biting into his bottom lip.
Alternating, mouth and hands, cock and balls, I give it my all – not that I’m particularly skilled since it’s not something I’ve done often. I’ve never wanted to if I’m being brutally honest. Past partners have never made the idea seem appealing. Yet, with Godric, it’s completely different.
“Fancy, you need to stop. I’m about to come.” So caught up in the magic of the moment, I ignore him. “Please, baby.” The raw plea in his voice has me complying.
Carefully, I shuffle back a smidge and see his hand go to the angry red shaft. Taking himself in hand, it’s mere moments before he erupts, come splashing onto my chest. Intrigued, I reach up and rub at it with a finger. My attention is drawn back to Godric as a deep groan issues from his lips.
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Fancy, on her knees at my feet, rubbing my come into her skin is a sight that will forever be etched in my mind. Unable to bite back a groan, as my neanderthal brain figuratively beats its chest in ownership, sensations run riot through me.
Trying my utmost to be gentle and not to scare her with the overwhelming intensity of emotion I’m experiencing, I speak as quietly as I can manage. “Pooks – baby – I need you to hop on up onto the bed.”
Her eyes are huge as she looks up at me. At first it seems she wants to say something but changes her mind and simply nods. “Okay.”
With graceful movements, Fancy gets to her feet and puts a knee to the mattress, putting her luscious ass and soaked pussy on display. Closing my eyes, I count to ten, giving her a chance to get on the bed so I don’t maul her in a haze of lust. But knowing she’s that wet for me makes me want to rut on her like an animal in heat.
Never, in all my adult years, have I ever had such an intense reaction to a woman – both physical and emotional. I recently heard a bunch of women talking about something called cuteaggression and didn’t understand the concept until right this minute. Because that’s exactly when I’m feeling.
I have to fight back the urge to sink my teeth into that delectable ass and bite it like the juicy peach it appears to be. In a bid to distract myself, I mentally run through packing my to-go bag that’s always ready for when I need to hit the ground running.
Not that it helps anything when I open my eyes back up and find Fancy lying on the bed waiting for me. All coherent thought flies out my head at the sight of all those glorious, burnished copper curls spilled across the bed inviting me to sink my fingers into them and anchor myself for the storm that’s coming. Her feet are flat on the mattress, her thighs slightly separated giving me just a glimpse of heaven.
I swallow hard, holding onto my control with everything in me.
“Spread your legs a little wider for me, baby. Let me see how wet you are for me.” I don’t even recognize my own voice as I make my request.
Fancy’s pupils dilate in response – I’m not sure if it’s my hoarse voice, the words themselves, or a combination of the two – but she wastes no time doing as I ask, and I bite back yet another groan at the sight that meets me.
My girl issoakedfor me. Licking my lips in anticipation of tasting her, I put a knee to the mattress and crawl between those delectable thighs. “Hold on, it’s going to be intense.” It’s the only warning I give her before lowering my head and getting my first taste of the woman I have craved for decades.
I lap at her like a man dying of dehydration, her unique flavor zinging along my tastebuds like a fine wine. Instinctively, I hum in pleasure, only to feel Fancy sink her fingers into my hair, clutching on for dear life. Her gasp urging me on, I redouble my efforts to make her come for me.
