Page 33 of A Winter Awakening
“Orteo,” Gael whispered. “I’ve never felt this way before.”
Orteo kissed his cheek and jaw. He nipped the sensitive skin.
“Please,” Gael said.
“What do you want?” Orteo whispered, breath hot against Gael’s throat.
“What you said. Undress me.” Gael’s stomach tightened. “Lay me by the fire. Have your way with me.”
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“Undress me. Lay me by the fire. Have your way with me.”
Gael’s words rang in Orteo’s head. He gazed into Gael’s face, so open and trusting.
Orteo couldn’t believe what was happening. He couldn’t believe Gael wanted this. Wanted him.
He’d come to the cabin today dejected and hopeless. He’d barely glanced at Gael as he’d looked after him, trying to get out of there as quickly as he could to escape the stinging pain and rejection.
And now he had Gael in his arms.
Orteo nuzzled his throat, stroking Gael’s back. “I will give you everything you want,” Orteo whispered. “I will look after you. I will care for you. I will give you such pleasure.”
Orteo reached for the hem of Gael’s shirt. He drew it over Gael’s head and dropped the item on the floor.
Orteo licked his lips as he took in the sight of Gael. He didn’t have to hide his desire anymore. He could openly ogle the man. Reaching out, he ran his fingers down Gael’s chest. Gael sucked in a breath.
Orteo explored the muscle and grooves of Gael’s chest. He wanted to touch Gael forever. He reached down and unbuttoned Gael’s trousers, shoving them down to his thighs. Gael’s hard cock tented his drawers. A wet spot marked the front of the beige fabric.
Wrapping a hand around the cloth-covered flesh, he massaged the length.
Gael groaned, hips jerking.
“You’re already so hard for me,” Orteo said.
Gael laughed nervously. “I feel like I’ve been hard since yesterday.”
Orteo kissed him. And Gael moaned into the kiss, opening his mouth and welcoming Orteo. Orteo could lose himself in this kiss.
Reluctantly he tore his mouth from Gael’s. Gael’s cheeks flushed with arousal. He released Gael’s cock and undid the man’s drawers. Orteo helped Gael step out of his trousers and drawers, a little awkwardly because of his injured ankle.
Quickly, Orteo undressed himself, discarding his woollen trousers.
Gael bit his lip, chest rising and falling quickly as his gaze flicked over Orteo, as if not knowing where to look. The aroused flush spread down Gael’s throat and to his chest.
Orteo grabbed a fur from the bed. He laid it on the floor by the fire. Then he took Gael’s hand and led him there, helping him lie down on his back. The fire cast a golden glow over Gael.
“Beautiful,” Orteo whispered. “You’re so beautiful.”
Orteo lay on top of Gael and groaned. Orteo’s shaft settled against Gael’s hard thigh. Gael thrust up, his cock sliding against Orteo’s stomach.
Orteo brought their mouths together again. They kissed and ground against each other. Their moans were lost in hungry mouths and kisses. He sucked on Gael’s lower lip, hands exploring the smooth skin of Gael’s shoulders, arms, and flanks.
The last few times he’d had sex, it had been meaningless. An attempt to blot out the darkness with empty pleasure. Not like this. Never tenderness and sex mixed together. Never sweet, sensual touches and kisses. He’d barely known any of the oreads he’d slept with. Hadn’t bothered to remember their names.
But he knew Gael. His beautiful human. He wanted to bring Gael so much pleasure. He wanted to care for every need. And Orteo wanted to savour each moment.
Gael’s hand roamed his back. A hand cupped Orteo’s arse cheek and kneaded. Orteo rocked his cock against Gael’s thigh.
