his mouth lift on half a grin when he says this, my hands on his zipper. “European and Gentile.”
“Yes, I noticed that. Not to worry,” I reply solemnly, but his stomach erupts in a spurt of laughter when I say this, because as I’m freeing his cock from the confines of his jeans and the shorts underneath, I have to swallow. Hard.
“Hard” being the operative word here.
He wraps his fingers, his beautiful, hard, strong fingers, around his beautiful, hard shaft and strokes it lightly.
“What you see is what you get…”
I inhale for a quip.
“…but it won’t behave like the meat of the striplings you’ve been fucking.”
That word, uttered calmly in clipped English accents by this silver-haired gentleman, sends another wave of blood into my belly.
“So far it has been behaving rather better,” I murmur, leaning in. “Let’s see if it stays that way.”
I replace his hand with mine and shuffle closer until my knees touch the bottom of the chair; with my other hand I spread his thighs a little wider. Ignoring Giles’s sharp intake of breath, I run the tips of my fingers along its hard, silky length and gently squeeze it between the balls of my hands. I smooth down the soft wiry hairs, some dark, some gray, and run my fingers deep along the clefts of skin between thigh and groin, teasing the tightening, fleshy sac with my knuckles, as if by the way.
“I wish I could dance around it.” My voice is husky with anticipation. I run my thumbs up and down its curved belly, pull back the foreskin from the head and tenderly chafe the snake’s throat and chin. “Like dancing around a sacred tree…or a maypole…”
Giles stares down at me as I kneel between his thighs and worship his cock, and he’s so turned on by my words that he looks almost scared, with a deep crease between his brows. I smile up at him and run my hands across his white loins and flat belly. His penis arches up from its nest of hair, and without taking my eyes off his face I lean in and kiss the shiny dark pink head.
“Oh, God…”
I can’t help grinning at his wide-eyed alarm, and the velvety shaft brushes my flaming cheek.
“‘Like woman wailing for her demon-lover,’” I quote. Nibbling and licking my way down to the fuzzy base and up to the tender head again. “Her demon god…this phallic god…I totally see why people adored it. It’s so beautiful.”
And I raise myself up on my knees and slowly slide my mouth over the first four inches.
The sound that fills the air is surprisingly close to a wail, but it didn’t come from my throat.
“L-Listen, I—” His fingers grope for my arms, my hands. “I should say that it’s been a while since I’ve done this…had this done to me, rather, and…”
“It’s been a while since I did this, too.”
“It has?” His gaze is like a pool of green water with gray clouds chasing across it.
“Well, you wouldn’t let me, remember?”
“Mm-hmm.” But he tugs at my shoulders, urgently, and lifts me up so that I lie on his naked chest. “I have to kiss you. Come and kiss me.”
Kissing Giles Cleveland is like going to the fun fair in the morning, knowing that in the afternoon your best friend is having a big birthday party and you’ll be allowed to stay the night at her house. An endless series of pleasures, after which I get to make love to him. When I push his shirt over his shoulders, he leans forward willingly enough, but because he is still wearing the cufflinks, he can’t pull the sleeves off over his hands. I watch his efforts for a couple of seconds, and a hot rush of inspiration runs through my body.
“Wait, I’ll help…stand up.”
Because now I shall be horribly revenged for what he did to me in the observatory. I step round him, ostensibly to undo his cuffs. There is a small scuffle; he’s impatient to be rid of this encumbrance, but I grab his shirt tails and quickly tie them in as tight a knot as I can, and another on top, to make sure.
“Now, look here, young woman!” The look on his face is priceless.
He tugs at his manacles more violently, and then with as much force as he can. The muscles in his arms and shoulders ripple most beautifully, but the cotton shackles hold fast. I exhale slowly. Had the shirt torn under his struggles to