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A Stroke Of Midnight :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 239 из 293I knew he was still lying between my legs, because I could feel his hands wrapped around my thighs, but he was still, giving only an occasional lick, just enough to not lose ground, but not even close to making me come. Normally, it would have been irritating, but it freed me to concentrate on the sensation of Galen in my mouth in a way he had never allowed before. Except that he was holding back. Never once did the soft, hanging weight of his testicles touch my face. He wasn’t giving me his all, not even close.
He spoke, and his voice showed the strain, the control he was wasting on his movements. “You stopped,” he said in a strangled voice. “Nicca, why did you stop?”
“I thought to let you both enjoy it without me distracting her too much. Though from what I saw her do with Sage and Mistral, you are being overly careful.”
“I don’t want to hurt her.”
That was it. I managed to get my hands free and pushed. He came up off of me, holding himself above me effortlessly, as if he could have held himself poised and perfect forever. Just gazing down the length of his body like that made me shiver.
“I want to feel all of you in my mouth, Galen, all of you.”
“Won’t that hurt you?”
Nicca laid his head against my thigh, and said, “You were in the hallway, right? You saw her with Mistral.”
He nodded. “I saw.” There was a hunching of his shoulders when he said it.
I ran my fingers down the front of his body, down his chest, his stomach, and only him rolling away kept me from wrapping my hand around him. “What is wrong?” I asked.
“I will never be comfortable being that rough with anyone.”
“You don’t have to be rough tonight, just give me the length of you. Let me feel you in my mouth all the way down to your balls. I want all of you in me in every conceivable way. If there’s an opening that can hold you, I want it.”
He gave me a look.
“Galen, Galen, we’re running out of time, don’t you understand that? Doyle and Frost already think the ring has chosen Mistral for me.”
He looked stricken, as if I’d stabbed him low and hard with something made of cold iron.
“I don’t believe they are right, but I do not know. None of us do. So while I have you, I want you. Don’t you understand that?”
He looked down, and he was small again, his foreskin covering him. “If what you did with Mistral is what you want, then why do you want me?”
“I don’t want rough every night, Galen. Some nights I like gentle. Some nights I like to make love, not fuck.
He spoke, and his voice showed the strain, the control he was wasting on his movements. “You stopped,” he said in a strangled voice. “Nicca, why did you stop?”
“I thought to let you both enjoy it without me distracting her too much. Though from what I saw her do with Sage and Mistral, you are being overly careful.”
“I don’t want to hurt her.”
That was it. I managed to get my hands free and pushed. He came up off of me, holding himself above me effortlessly, as if he could have held himself poised and perfect forever. Just gazing down the length of his body like that made me shiver.
“I want to feel all of you in my mouth, Galen, all of you.”
“Won’t that hurt you?”
Nicca laid his head against my thigh, and said, “You were in the hallway, right? You saw her with Mistral.”
He nodded. “I saw.” There was a hunching of his shoulders when he said it.
I ran my fingers down the front of his body, down his chest, his stomach, and only him rolling away kept me from wrapping my hand around him. “What is wrong?” I asked.
“I will never be comfortable being that rough with anyone.”
“You don’t have to be rough tonight, just give me the length of you. Let me feel you in my mouth all the way down to your balls. I want all of you in me in every conceivable way. If there’s an opening that can hold you, I want it.”
He gave me a look.
“Galen, Galen, we’re running out of time, don’t you understand that? Doyle and Frost already think the ring has chosen Mistral for me.”
He looked stricken, as if I’d stabbed him low and hard with something made of cold iron.
“I don’t believe they are right, but I do not know. None of us do. So while I have you, I want you. Don’t you understand that?”
He looked down, and he was small again, his foreskin covering him. “If what you did with Mistral is what you want, then why do you want me?”
“I don’t want rough every night, Galen. Some nights I like gentle. Some nights I like to make love, not fuck.