Chapter 15 Turn About
Éoswith began by simply drawing patters on Gamling’s toned chest, gliding her fingers through the soft patch of copper. She tilted her head and delivered a kitten lick to his neck and smiled when he sighed. The young woman grew bold and pressed her body close, sucking on the former Captain’s earlobe. Her hand continued to slide, more firmly, across his chest, stopping to pitch a ducky nipple.
Gamling’s arm held the enchanting woman in place as she explored his body. The warm lips now moved along his jaw down the neck to the junction between throat and shoulder. The woman’s breath tickled and the older man chuckled and tilted his head trying to block access.
“Oh no,” Éoswith scolded. “We will have none of that.” To prove her point, she nipped at the soft flesh and lapped at the morsel caught between her teeth as Gamling groaned.
Delicate fingers ghosted over his abdomen. Nips and licks now peppered his chest and Gamling could not stop the sigh when the hot tip of a wicked tongue lapped at his nipple. He threaded his hands through the golden mane when lips locked on and suckled. He felt her hand glide lower, over his hip and he moved, trying to direct its path with his body. But the clever woman would have none of it and kept her hand on his thigh rubbing his muscle through the soft cotton.
Éoswith wondered how long she would be allowed to play before Gamling just grabbed her, rolled her over and thrust into her. That was the way it always was and it was rather anti-climactic for her, always the same. She wanted it to be different this time. She wanted to be in charge! Her inhibitions fell away and she began her assault in full. Pressing her body close, she slid a leg over Gamling’s while she continued to kiss his chest.
The man was pinned—though he could have escaped if he wanted too, which he did not. His heart raced as the soft body slid down his. He could feel her soft naked breasts as she moved; Éoswith had not closed the laces and Gamling was most grateful. His member twitched with need. He arched when small white teeth grazed his hip, catching the waist of his sleeping pants. Gamling clutched the sheets as quick fingers loosened the ties and helped the teeth slid the garment down and freed his member. His breath was ragged now, and desire and want burned hot in his veins. This sweet torture was beyond imagining and he warred with himself for he did not want it to stop ever, yet, his body cried for release.
Éoswith was keenly aware of the raw emotions she was evoking and marveled at Gamling’s patience. Éomer never would have let it go on so long. ‘Stop it!’ she ordered herself silently. ‘Stop comparing them! Stop thinking of what was ad focus on what is! Gamling is here, he is who you desires and it id he you wish to pleasure beyond reason.’ Éoswith’s nuzzled the base of Gamling’s cock. His musk was intoxicating. Her hand wrapped around the impressive rod and she ran her tongue up its length. She smiled as Gamling shuddered. Crouching down on her knees, Éoswith straddled Gamling’s leg and she pressed herself down so her wetness would be felt as she engulfed the ridged shaft.
Gamling fought hard to control the ecstasy building within him as his sweet Éoswith showed her wenchy side. He felt her wetness as she straddled his leg, her head bobbing up and down on his member. Aye, she was good! Lips pulled away and the wicked tongue licked from hilt to point then swirled to catch the drops it milked from the tip. With his hand still tangled in her hair, Gamling tried to regain control but he was quickly loosing the battle, he hand fondling his sacks. Suddenly, Gamling felt her shift and looking down his body, he saw her peering up at him from behind his throbbing member. Her beautiful sky blue eyes were bright with want and sparkled with mischief. He wondered about the predatory glint and seductive smirk.
Éoswith knew Gamling was more than ready and she continued to be amazed at his self-control. As it was, there was one more thing she really wanted to do. Something no other lover had allowed; men do not like to have someone else in control. Men do not like to be less than dominant. The young woman wondered it that mentality changed with age. Perhaps Gamling would allow her this one indulgence, just once. There was only one way to know so, finding her courage, she spoke the words that often had her lovers chuckle as they thrust into her.
“Will you let me ride?” the woman purred from between his legs. No man had ever given up the control. It was always she who was ridden.
‘Oh dear Béma! May there be no end to this sweet torture,’ Gamling thought. “If that is your desire,” he replied between labored breaths. He watched in awe as the young woman moved into position and pulled her nightshirt over her head. She now kneeled over his shaft in all her naked glory. Gamling reached for her.
“You will not turn the tide, will you?” she asked, tilting her head as she regarded him.
“No. I will gladly let you ride, but do so now.” He needed her, needed to fill her, and to be honest, the thought of her riding him was the most erotic thing he could imagine at the moment. It had been a long time since he was ridden and the notion thrilled him.
Éoswith leaned forward and captured Gamling’s lips in a searing kiss as she lowered herself. Oh it felt so different this way, so incredible! She moaned into the kiss and Gamling immediately deepened the kiss, his arms wrapping around her as she slid him deeper, then in and out in a painstakingly slow rhythm. She broke the kiss and sat up, her hands resting on his chest. She began to ride him in earnest now, her full breasts bouncing to the rhythm. Gamling held her hips steady, but let her ride as hard as she wanted.
Cries and grunts of passion filled the night. Gamling bent his legs so he could thrust up in counter action to her down thrust and she rewarded him with cries of pleasure. The pace quickened and Gamling knew he would not last much longer so moving his hand forward, from her hip, he pressed his thumb against her clit so that with each bounce he rubbed that pleasure spot. Soon the pace was frantic and with a cry and a final thrust on his part, they came, together. Éoswith arched against Gamling’s knees as waves of pleasure swept over her. Gamling sank into the bed panting. Éoswith flopped forward, still on her knees, Gamling’s softened member slipping from her. She nuzzled his neck and relished his arms coming around her body.
Their love-making was like nothing Éoswith had ever experienced. Gamling had managed to kick of his sleeping pants and now held her so very close. She slid to the side, her leg still draped over the tall man’s thighs. She was a mess, sweaty and sticky but so comfortable, clean up would just have to wait. Gamling made no attempt to move so he must also be content to stay as they are.
The fire dwindled, the passion subsided, and soon only the sounds of crickets and the gentle deep breathing of the lovers filled then night air.
Sometime in the late night, Gamling woke. He smiled as he spooned against Éoswith, his hand comfortably holding her breast. He kissed her neck gently.
Éoswith woke, suddenly aware and embarrassed t. “I am sorry, I fell asleep,” Éoswith apologetically as she shifted in Gamling’s embrace.
The former Captain chuckled. “Why would you apologize? I did as well.”
“Well,” she moved onto her back so she could look at him, “I just thought…I mean it was only once…”
Now Gamling laughed aloud and crushed the sweet woman to him as he kissed the crown of her head. “Last night was wonderful! Once is fine and drifting to sleep with you in my arms was one of the best parts.”
Éoswith stared for a moment then only nodded, fearing her voice might fail her as tears stung her eyes. How completely different; Éomer would have woken her to engage in another round and then snuck away as she slept! Never had anyone said anything so wonderful to her. After a moment, she spoke hesitantly, “Gamling, you are welcome to stay here until you decide what you want to do.”
Gamling caressed her shoulder, delivering a kiss to her soft lips. “I know what I want if you are agreeable. I have no desire to go elsewhere,” he replied softly. “I am quite comfortable here.”
Éoswith smiled. “Gamling?”
“I love you.”
“And I you. Now sleep. I will be here when you wake.”