Page 27 of Gator's Gambit
I barely give Fancy time to finish her sentence before I’m notching the head of my aching cock into her pussy. Taking a moment to savor the sensation, I close my eyes and focus on how good it feels. Slick with her desire, there’s no resistance as I slowly inch into her.
My inner neanderthal is hollering for me to ram into her and rut on her like a wild animal, but I want to make this first time with her last. Even if it takes every last ounce of strength I have to resist the urge.
When I’m all the way in, Fancy moans, and I feel her inner muscles tighten around me. “So good,” I hear her whisper, almost as if to herself. Grinning to myself, I lean down and drop a quick kiss on her nose, causing me to shift slightly. The movement has her humming low in her throat.
“Um, Godric, I’m going to need you to move if you don’t want me to expire right here where I lay.”
“Your wish is my command, my lady. “I would, most certainly, not want to be the reason for your expiration,” I reply, laughing down at her. And so, that’s exactly what I do. I move.
Or, more accurately, I make love to this gorgeous soul who owns my heart.
Powering in and out of Fancy, skin to skin, is sheer heaven. An experience I’ve missed out on in the past, but am eternally grateful I get to share with her for the first time. And as the muscles of her pussy walls clamp around me, tighter and tighter as she reaches breaking point, I have to grit my teeth not to blow like some untried teenager. My lady gets to come before I do.
The sounds of sex fill the quiet room, flesh slapping, moans and sighs and groans mingling, cries of passion, all serving to heighten our passion. And just when I think I’m going to bethe first one to orgasm, Fancy gives a tiny wail as she closes around my cock with the force of a vice grip and gives into the overwhelming pleasure riding us both.
With everything in me, I want to be able to watch her as she comes for me this very first time, but my own climax slams into me and takes me over the edge. Unable to keep upright, I drop to my forearms and nuzzle into her neck as I ride out an orgasm the likes of which I’ve never experienced before.
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FANCY
I could be wrong, but I think this moment might be the reverse to the Big Bang. One started the world, but this feels like it could be the end of me. Intense sensations and emotions like I’ve never lived through before batter me from all sides. It’s like a full-on attack from multiple fronts. I can’t quite seem to catch my breath; all I can do is ride it out and pray I survive the onslaught.
The only way to describe what I’m feeling is to liken it to being in freefall, tumbling through space with nothing to anchor you or arrest your fall. As if all you can do is hold on for dear life.
Thankfully, the landing is soft, rather like a warm hug from a marshmallow, encompassing you in a lethargy you’re unable to fight. As sleep tugs at me, I hear a groan at the edges of consciousness and wonder if Godric is feeling the same things I am, right before I feel his body still, then lower to mine.
Considering how short on air supply I am, I’m grateful he shifts his weight so as not to crush me, and we lie there gasping for air together. Eventually, I feel a gentle nuzzle in my neck and a kiss that has a shiver shifting through me.
“Sleep, baby. I’ve got you,” I hear as I feel his arms tighten around me. And that’s all I need to send me into slumber.
I have no idea how long I’ve been napping when I wake to find the bed beside me empty. In that no-man’s land between sleep and wakefulness, I panic that it’s all been a dream and I’ve not gotten to share any of this amazing experience with Godric. Sitting bolt upright in the bed, I search the room for any signs that I’m not there alone, in a room I don’t recognize.
Just then the sound of running water penetrates my sleep-logged brain, and I slide off the bed to investigate. Opening the bathroom door, I’m met by a billow of steam and the sight of a magnificently naked Godric in the shower. The man is perfection, and my mouth waters at the sight of him, leaning against the shower wall with one hand and his hard cock in the other, his head hanging low, completely focused on what he’s doing. Trying to be as quiet as I can, I settle against the frame of the bathroom door to watch as he pleasures himself.
But something alerts him to my presence because he turns lust-glazed eyes my way. That heavy-lidded gaze bores into me, catching and holding mine while he continues to stroke lazily. My core tightens at the sexy sight, and I get wet from watching him. Since I’m already naked as the day I was born, I pad over to the shower cubicle, open the door, and step into the space.
Reaching out a hand, I place it over his, intending to go along for the ride, but Godric has other ideas. He moves his hand out from under mine and places it over top, trapping it between his hand and his cock. Gently, he curls his fingers around mine and uses me to masturbate, guiding my rhythm and the pressure of my grip. All the while holding my gaze.
It’s by far the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, let alone participated in. Standing in the shower stall, our gazes clinging to each other, me watching as desire hooks him in and drags him under, I can understand how the Phoenix self-combusts. Because damn.
I see the exact moment Godric’s climax hits in his eyes. They lose focus, the pupils dilate and nearly obliterate all color. He hooks a hand around my neck, pulling me closer to his body, and nuzzles into my neck as he lets out a groan. We stand like that for long moments, warm water cascading over us, Godric wrapped around me like a vine, encapsulating us in a quiet moment of intimacy that I feel through my entire body.
Finally, he straightens and grins down at me. “Your turn, baby.”
He soaps his hands up, good and proper, and starting at my shoulders he glides his hands over my chest, my breasts, and belly, arrowing in on my most intimate parts. Gently, he separates my thighs by sliding his hands – palms together – between them and widening the gap between his palms.
Then he stills. He simply stands there, grinning down at me, not moving a muscle.
“Um, Godric – love of my life …” The words feel foreign on my tongue, never having been able to say them out loud before. But, by the same token, it feels incredible to beableto say them now.
I don’t get an opportunity to complete the sentence though. Lowering his lips to me, stopping just shy of actually laying them on mine, he says, “I love the sound of that.” He nips my lower lip, ever so gently, then continues. “Hold tight, baby.”
And with that, I feel those talented fingers glide over my already stimulated clit. A full-body shiver wracks my frame as a flood of sensation rushes through me. His rough skin, the silky-smooth glide of the soap, gentle pressure on my clit, the puff of air over my lips as Godric breathes, his face so close to mine.
Unable to keep them open, I close my eyes, better to savor all of the sensations bombarding me. As the pressure within me builds, I’m helpless to prevent myself from grinding on his handas his fingers continue to rub over my clit. But then he, without warning, slides them into my pussy, curving them as he goes.
Godric’s thumb continues the rubbing motion, his fingers glide in and out of me, and the pressure continues to build. I can only image this is how a pressure cooker pot feels because I am, for sure, ready to blow. I’m so lost in a world of sensations, I’m deaf and blind to everything but Godric right now.
