Page 7 of Traveling with Gentlemen
The other half of the pants were still closed, but Booker had all he needed, his cool stone fingers stroking up the inside of my thigh to the crease and seam of my sex. I was, for once, unprepared, but his touch was perfectly smooth with those marvelous, strong fingers of his, and it wouldn't take long. I let out a small sound of appreciation and Booker paused, smiling at me, waiting for me to catch my breath.
"Quiet," he reminded.
"Kiss me," I suggested.
Booker eagerly accepted, his firm, full lips clasping mine, swallowing another sigh of delight. His free arm banded around my back, holding me closer, two fingers stroking and parting the lips of my sex. His kiss was hungry and gentle, feasting on my mouth, my body pressed between the warm wall and his cool figure. I let him set the pace of touch, stroking up his arms and wrapping myself around him, arousal building heat patiently in my belly.
His arm tightened as I grew slippery, just firm enough to steal my breath away. He was so careful with me, my darling stone man. And while I knew he could hurt me without that care, I wanted to find the way to unravel his calm control. I knew of one.
I bit down on Booker's bottom lip, pinching the kiss in my teeth, and received a grunt of pleasure. Booker's eyes opened and met mine, understanding the challenge in my stare, and he retaliated quickly, plunging two fingers into my core. I gasped, releasing him, only to draw him closer, burying my face in his throat and then biting down on the stone muscle. There was more resistance, but I felt the slow give of his magical flesh under my bite. Booker grew tense against me, his thumb rubbing eagerly over my clit as I squirmed on my tip toes.
I clenched my jaw, digging my bite into his throat, and marveled at the way he quaked, his knees even buckling for me.
"Esther," he gasped.
We pulled away from one another at the same moment, panting, and then Booker yanked the second tie loose from my left hip. The pants opened and fluttered down to the floor, leaving me bare below the waist. I reached out, batting Booker's hands away and tearing open his borrowed pants myself. His cock rose eagerly, gleaming under the lantern’s glow, jutting and brushing against my belly.
I made to grasp him but he caught my hands in one large fist, raising them above my head. I grinned up at him, arching my breasts forward, catching his eye for a moment before he shook his head.
"Quiet," he said. And then he wrapped his arm around my ass and lifted me from my feet, drawing me onto his cock.
I was as quiet as one could reasonably expect a young woman to be as she was impaled by the world's most divinely arranged cock. I gasped, and whimpered, and swallowed a half-dozen plaintive cries of relief as Booker thrust gently into me in small measures.
He pinned me to the wall, releasing my hands when I was fully stuffed with him, and wrapped his arms around me, his hips rolling in a beautifully fluid motion, the carved curls at his base rubbing against my clit.
"I would keep you on my cock always, if I could," Booker hissed in my ear, bucking roughly, once. I buried my cry against his cheek and then grasped his face in my hands to draw his mouth to mine, whining into his lips.
"I should've known you two would get to fucking."
I squeaked at the parted curtain, but the voice was familiar. Ezra, come to snoop, of course.
"Hurry, the little bees are nearly done with your dresses,puisin," he said.
And then the red curtain closed again and Booker hummed, thrusting me into the wall with a determined and steady tempo. Our flesh slapped and my body thumped against the wall and I latched my mouth onto Booker's throat again, making him growl and quicken.
Ezra hadn't needed to encourage me. I was already too close to the edge, but I let myself fall with a quick grind of Booker's body against mine, his chest smashing my breasts in place, my squeal muffled against his stone throat as I quaked and clutched to his pumping length.
Booker grunted and slowed, drawing out my pleasure until I was drooping in his arms. He pulled out slowly and guided me down to the smooth, tiled floor, my shoulders and heels against the wall. I blinked, drowsy from release, and found myself faced with a glossy stone cock, still erect.
"Clean me," Booker said.
My gaze bounced up to meet his, to find the rare smirk of understanding in his smile as I wet my lips.
"With my tongue?" I asked, leaning forward and lapping at his tip, musing over my own tangy flavor.
Booker's eyes narrowed. We both knew what he wanted really. But he nodded and so I lapped at him, not drawing him into my mouth but treating him as if he were a lolly.
"Suck me, Esther," Booker grunted, nudging gently against my lips.
I fought my own smirk, gazing up at his towering figure, and wrapping my mouth around him, sucking softly, careful not to graze him with my teeth. He glared and rolled his hips deeper, stroking up, trying to find the rough sensation he craved.
"Esther," he grunted.
"Mmm?" I sucked eagerly on him now that he was clean. He was cool and smooth on my tongue, large but not uncomfortably so. He made my mouth water as he plunged toward my throat.
"Esther,bite."
I grinned and Booker moaned as my teeth skimmed his stern flesh. I bit down and Booker's head fell back. Nowhewas the loud one. It made me eager. I dove forward, drawing him deep, and clamped the base of his cock between my teeth, dragging them slowly down his length. He shook as I reached his tip, his hands bracing against the wall to keep from collapsing against me. I held still, gazing up at him, and he stared at me with hooded eyes as he thrust slowly back in, tapping gently to the back of my throat.
