Page 26 of Gator's Gambit
“Oh my God, that feels incredible. Please don’t stop.” Fancy’s voice hitches, her fingers tighten in my hair, the tiny bite of discomfort adding to the mix of sensation and emotion. “Yes, yes, yeeessss. Right there – oh God, don’t stop.”
Wholly lost in her body’s response, Fancy grinds on my face in pursuit of her climax, and to help her along, I slide two fingers into her tight pussy. The walls of her channel flutter and tense around them, then I crook them to hit the sweet spot, and shit turns wild.
Bucking like a bronco at a rodeo, Fancy’s hips come up off the bed, so I hook my free arm around her. Spreading my hand flat on her stomach, I lock her down to prevent her hurting either of us in the thrashing. The muscles of her pussy clamp down on my fingers, and a keening wail issues from Fancy’s lips as her climax hits, taking her under.
I find myself murmuring words of praise and encouragement as we ride her orgasm out together, my fingers still firmly locked in place, buried deep in her body. My cock is so hard it aches for release. But this moment is all about her and her pleasure.
When she finally relaxes enough for me to remove my hand without hurting her, I crawl up beside Fancy and ease her into my arms, dropping tiny kisses on her forehead, holding her close to my heart.
“Holy shit. I’ve never experienced anything like that. Ever. That was … actually, I don’t know what that was. There are no words I can think of right now to accurately describe what that was.” Fancy’s quiet words fall into the silence that’s enveloped us as we lay on the bed.
“What that was is beautiful. You are magnificent in the throes of passion.”
“Oh plea—” I don’t give her time to finish her sentence.
“Don’t you dare. Don’t you even say what you were about to. I will whomp your ass if you say one bad word about yourself.”For a second there’s zero reaction, and I think I’ve pissed her off. But then, a smile of pure mischief spreads across her lips. “And that smile? Should I be worried?”
“So, just how bad do I need to be for you to ‘whomp my ass’?”
A jolt of lust spikes through me, but then I remember this is Fancy. “Baby, is that really something you should be doing?” It about kills me as I see her smile disappear along with the sparkle in her eyes.
I feel like all kinds of shit for ruining the moment, but my concern for her is real. I would feel worse if I did anything to harm her. “Fancy, I’m sor—”
“No, you’re probably right. Don’t sweat it,” she says, cutting me off.
Her words say one thing, but the look on her face tells a completely different story. I can see the disappointment reflected there, and I want to make it better. I just don’t know how.
Cupping her cheek, I force her to look up at me. “I would do anything for you – you need to know that. But I worry about hurting you. I mean, I’ve spent a large chunk of my life trying to protect you from that, so why would I risk doing so at my own hand?”
She opens her mouth to speak, but I keep going. “So, here’s the deal. Tell – or show – me where the boundaries lie. Let’s explore it together so I can make this an amazing experience for both of us, while trying to give you what you want and need. Yeah?”
For a moment, Fancy stares into my eyes, as if trying to read my thoughts, and then she graces me with one of those beautiful smiles of hers – the ones that always, without fail, have my heart beating just a little faster.
“Okay, yeah. We can do that. Because I don’t want my condition to spoil this for us. All I want, all I’ve ever wanted, isto be treated like everyone else. I just want to be normal. You know?”
“Fancy, there’s a reason you have this. I believe that. It’s what makes you, you. In my opinion, it makes you special, not different.”
Her intense gaze softens, and before I can comprehend what she intends doing, she plants a kiss on me with such vigor it takes me to my back. Her naked body sprawled across my chest; the sensation of those luscious tits pressed against me reignites the spark that was lost with our conversation.
Reversing our positions, I use a knee to separate her thighs and settle between them, the head of my dick resting against her opening. My natural instinct is to push into the warm depths of her, but at the last second sanity prevails.
“Shit, I don’t have condoms with me. They’re in the car.”
Fancy stills beneath me. “I thought you said this was unplanned.”
“It is – this isn’t why I brought you here. I just wanted to spend time with you away from interruptions and scrutiny.”
“Then why do you have condoms in the car?”
The disgruntled look on her face has me chuckling, and Fancy doesn’t appear best pleased with my response. “Because, Pooks, I have them in my to-go bag. We use them to keep our weapons dry and clean.”
“Oh.” I can see she wants to ask questions and pray she doesn’t since that’s not what I’d like to be doing right this second. “It’s okay anyways because I’m on birth control.”
Her words slam into me with the force of a freight train. I have never been with a woman without protection, and the idea of getting to experience that with Fancy as my first time thrills the hell out of me.
“Are you sure? I mean, I’m clean – we undergo physicals regularly for work.”
“Yes, I’m sure. I trust you. And I got the all-clear at my last annual check-up too. It’s been forever since I was last with anyone. Besides, I don’t want any barriers between us.”
