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A Stroke Of Midnight :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 127 из 293” His voice was so hoarse it didn’t sound like him.
“Please what?” I whispered against his mouth.
“I cannot promise how long I will last.”
“What do you want, Amatheon?”
“To serve you.”
I shook my head, so close above him that my hair brushed his face when I did it. “Say what it is you want, Amatheon.”
He closed his eyes, and swallowed so hard it sounded painful. When he opened his eyes again, he was calmer, but there was something in those flower-petal eyes that was still cautious. His voice was a whisper, as if he didn’t want to speak his wish too loudly, as if someone might overhear him. “I want you to ride me, to press my naked body into the dirt. I want to watch your breasts dance above me. I want to feel your body slipped over mine like a sheath to a sword. I want to watch your skin shine, your eyes and hair dance with power while I shove myself into you as far and as often as I can. I want to hear you cry out my name in that voice that women use only at the height of their passion. I want to pour my seed inside your body until it spills down the sides of you, and trails down my own hips. That is what I want.”
“Sounds wonderful to me,” I said.
He gave a small frown.
I smiled, and touched the lines between his eyes that would have been frown lines by now, if he’d been able to wrinkle. “What I mean, Amatheon, is yes. Let’s do all that.”
“You mean I get my wish,” he said.
“Isn’t that what we used to do, grant people’s wishes,” I whispered, smiling.
“No,” he said, “we, none of us, ever granted wishes.”
“It was a joke,” I said.
“Oh, I’m…”
I put my finger on his lips and stopped him. “Let’s make the grass grow.”
He frowned.
“Fuck me,” I said, and removed my finger from his lips.
He smiled that bright smile that made him seem younger and more… human. “If that is what you wish.”
“Now who’s offering to grant wishes?”
“I will grant anything that is within my power to give you.”
I sat up and pressed my most intimate parts against his most intimate parts, and even through all our clothes, the sensation was amazing. He was so hard, so very hard, that it must have been a pleasure that was nearly pain.
“Give me this,” I said, and it was my voice that was hoarse now.
“Willingly. Let us get out of our clothes, and it will be done.”
I stared down at his face with that eager hardness pressing up through my jeans. It sounded like a plan to me.
“Please what?” I whispered against his mouth.
“I cannot promise how long I will last.”
“What do you want, Amatheon?”
“To serve you.”
I shook my head, so close above him that my hair brushed his face when I did it. “Say what it is you want, Amatheon.”
He closed his eyes, and swallowed so hard it sounded painful. When he opened his eyes again, he was calmer, but there was something in those flower-petal eyes that was still cautious. His voice was a whisper, as if he didn’t want to speak his wish too loudly, as if someone might overhear him. “I want you to ride me, to press my naked body into the dirt. I want to watch your breasts dance above me. I want to feel your body slipped over mine like a sheath to a sword. I want to watch your skin shine, your eyes and hair dance with power while I shove myself into you as far and as often as I can. I want to hear you cry out my name in that voice that women use only at the height of their passion. I want to pour my seed inside your body until it spills down the sides of you, and trails down my own hips. That is what I want.”
“Sounds wonderful to me,” I said.
He gave a small frown.
I smiled, and touched the lines between his eyes that would have been frown lines by now, if he’d been able to wrinkle. “What I mean, Amatheon, is yes. Let’s do all that.”
“You mean I get my wish,” he said.
“Isn’t that what we used to do, grant people’s wishes,” I whispered, smiling.
“No,” he said, “we, none of us, ever granted wishes.”
“It was a joke,” I said.
“Oh, I’m…”
I put my finger on his lips and stopped him. “Let’s make the grass grow.”
He frowned.
“Fuck me,” I said, and removed my finger from his lips.
He smiled that bright smile that made him seem younger and more… human. “If that is what you wish.”
“Now who’s offering to grant wishes?”
“I will grant anything that is within my power to give you.”
I sat up and pressed my most intimate parts against his most intimate parts, and even through all our clothes, the sensation was amazing. He was so hard, so very hard, that it must have been a pleasure that was nearly pain.
“Give me this,” I said, and it was my voice that was hoarse now.
“Willingly. Let us get out of our clothes, and it will be done.”
I stared down at his face with that eager hardness pressing up through my jeans. It sounded like a plan to me.