Apparently, that was enough for Hector. His smile returned, the devious and needing desire lighting those incredible eyes. I didn’t know what I expected him to say next, but the words that came out were a pleasant shock. “There is lube upstairs in the bedside drawers. I spotted it earlier. Turns out my subconscious didn’t only conjure my favourite drinks, but other necessities too.”
I read the request beneath his words, pushed off him and stood. “I’ll be back in a second then.”
Hector rocked up on his elbows, hair dishevelled, cheeks flushed with the promise of life. “Hurry.”
24
HECTOR
Iwasted no time stripping every single item of clothing off my body. Rushed fingers picked at the buttons of my trousers, hands fumbling to tear them off my legs. In an ideal world I would’ve given Arwyn the time to undress me himself, but I wanted to eliminate any time that separated me from being filled by his hard cock.
And by the Goddess, was ithard.
I still felt the imprint on my thigh, my arse… anywhere my body had the pleasure of touching it.
The insides of my cheeks hadn’t stopped pricking with saliva since I first kissed him. I salivated just at the thought of what was to come. Arwyn had been my first kiss… something sacred I’d shared after I’d made a pact with myself to never lay my lips on a person.
He was worth the wait.
Arwyn took no more than a minute when he left me. He’d thrown himself up the stairs and disappeared into the shadows of the second floor. By the time he returned, a cool breeze worked over my sweat-glistened skin. But that wasn’t what sent a shiver over every exposed inch.
“Fuck me,” Arwyn gasped, gripping the bannister for support. “That’s a sight to behold.”
He’d stopped on the second to last step, wide eyes devouring me. If I’d closed my eyes, I would’ve felt every place his stare grazed.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at him. “Stop eye fucking me and get down here.”
“Let me… I need… just…” Arwyn couldn’t get his words out, not as his focus was fixed to the soft curves of my arse. “This is a view that rivals any other. Don’t rush me as I take it in.”
I laughed at his response, finding it very endearing and extremely sexy. “Come to me, Arwyn,” I beckoned, curling a finger in encouragement. “You aren’t going to stand there for the rest of the night and just look, when you’ve gotallof this to touch, taste… take.”
Arwyn took the final step down. I noticed the knuckles of his left fist were paled with tension, clutching a plastic bottle of magically conjured lube. KY-Jelly. The good stuff.
Well, fuck me. Apparently my control was pretty refined.
“Touch? I can do that. Taste?” Arwyn ran a thumb over his lips. “I promise more of that. Take? Baby, I’m going to take you to places of enjoyment you’ve never been to before. But believe me, I want to do more than all of that.”
It was my turn to be lost for words.
Arwyn took careful, poised steps towards me, until his body loomed over me. Bathed in his shadow, my stomach did somersaults at the promises lingering in his bright eyes. “I’m just wondering why you took your clothes off without me? I had plans to undress you with my teeth… slowly and surely.”
“No time.” I rolled over until my arse was pressed to the cold stone, and my elbows kept me upright. “I can’t wait another second.”
Arwyn let out a breathy chuckle. “Obviously not. Although allow me the pleasure to simply express my disappointment that I didn’t get to undress you myself.”
“Want me to get changed again?” I asked, making it clear in my tone what answer I wanted from him.
Arwyn shook his head. “Absolutely not. I like you looking like this.”
“Naked?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” I said. “But the longer you stand around looking at me, the colder I’m getting. So…”
Arwyn didn’t need to be told twice. With his spare hand he practically tore his shirt over his head, throwing it into a pile on the floor. I got onto my knees and began unbuttoning his trousers. My sure fingers had no problem freeing Arwyn from his clothing, nor did they fumble when I got him down to his boxer shorts.
Black material clung to his thick, muscular thighs. I ran my thumb beneath the waistband, noticing his equally thick member throbbing with anticipation. It was a serpent locked beneath the confines of a cage.
