43. Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Three
T hrax
I’ve never had a mouth on my phallus before. It’s bliss, even though she’s not even touching it right now. She’s taking turns bathing my balls in moist heat, making me want to order her to get on with it, though I would never do such a thing.
With a lusty hum, she licks my balls as though she wants to taste every part of me. Her little tongue flicks, then licks and then she mouths me.
“Ah!” She covers her teeth with her lips and nips the soft skin there. Not quite pain, just… so good. I tense when her teeth scrape on my most sensitive parts, but she doesn’t harm me, just teases until it takes all my power to remain standing upright.
She calls it a cock. I like that name. The word sounds hard, which it is whenever I'm around her. Right now, it’s dripping, desperate, though I don’t want her to know she’s driving me to insanity. Now that she’s licked my balls, she cups them as she sits back on her heels and looks at me through her lashes, a challenging smile on her face.
“I think…” I smirk, “You missed a spot.” My cock underscores the point by choosing this moment to bob at her as though nodding to agree with me .
“How thoughtless of me. Here. Let me get that.”
She grips me by the root, lifts onto her knees, and feeds my cock into her mouth. I wouldn’t have guessed she could take me this deep, but she makes a valiant effort, then tightens her lips and bobs on me.
Squeezing her shoulders, I moan my pleasure. I’m gripping her too hard, I know, but how do I stand here and tolerate enough pleasure to send me sailing into the stars?
Perhaps she realizes my struggle, because she stands and wordlessly tugs my hand toward the bed. The moment I’m lying back, she presses my thighs wider, kneels between them, and resumes her pose, this time managing to swallow me even deeper. Just when I think I can’t hold myself back another moment, she pulls off me, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and grins at me.
“So far, so good?” Her tone is all innocence.
“Keep going. I haven’t made up my mind yet.”
I don’t know how I managed to make a joke when what she’s doing to me feels so serious. This time she doesn’t swallow me, but gently pulls on my foreskin with her soft lips.
“I’ve never seen one of these before,” she admits.
Really? She’d told me she’s not a virgin.
“A foreskin. I’ve never been with a man with one of these. Point out your favorite places. Give me a tour.”
Ah, of course my Skye would want to ask enough questions to make sure this is perfect.
“Here. Gentle at first, then harder, faster.”
“Don’t be shy, gladiator. Tell me if I get it wrong.”
Then she attacks it, not as a problem to solve, but as something one does with their lover. She flicks and licks and pulls on it. Not wrong, but not quite right .
“Show me!” she demands. “I want it to be perfect.”
Dear Goddess Fortuna, what did I do to deserve such a gift?
I use my hand, showing her what I like, and soon, she presses my hand away and does just as I did. She’s holding nothing back, and just as I’m about to come, my legs tensing, vibrating, she swallows me down again and uses her tight lips to milk my release as I groan and grip the bedclothes and moan her name.
I’m still panting, my muscles quivering as she licks my shaft. It’s as though she wants to treat herself to every drop. I don’t know what I did to deserve a woman like this, but every day for the rest of my life I will try to prove I’m worth it.
As she climbs up next to me, licking her lips and smiling, it’s all I can do to gather the strength to smile back.
“It’s not fair.” My voice is drowsy. “I got you as a present from the Gods, and all you got was one scarred gladiator who is past his expiration date.”
She laughs as she glances at her watch.
“Take all the time you need to recover, but I was hoping that before the night is over, I’d find out just how good it will feel when you slide inside me.”
“Let’s find out, hmm?”