<div class="floatleft">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/tattoo_thumb1-1.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>-=Vincent Kincaid - Playing the part of dutiful pool boy - The Gamble's Cockpit=-</strong></div>As she turned in his embrace, there was a slight gap between them that allowed him to feel the warmth of her presence without the accompanying sensation of her silky flesh pressed against his.  It created a sensation within him that things were not as they should be, like two magnets being held apart even though their polarity was doing everything it could to unite the two with an unseen, but very tangible force.  As her delicate fingers traced lightly along his abs, the muscles in his stomach trembled involuntarily to the tickling sensation that had more to do with wanton anticipation than anything else.<br/><br/>A wolfish smile spread across his lips at her request, it seemed that their little game had come to an end and that he had tempted her beyond the patience for enjoying the oils.  At least this time around, for he will be sure to make a rain check of such an appealing idea.  A heated shuddering breath burst from Vincent's lungs as he felt Mae's hand grasp his swollen manhood and begin working her firm grip along its length.  It took him a moment to clear his eyes from the clouds of pleasure that hazed over them.<strong>"Well, if matters are so dire, my love..."</strong>Vincent's powerful hands gripped her thighs just below the curve of her shapely ass and lifted her so that her legs wrapped around his waist, forcing her arms to wrap around his neck for support.  The damp heat of her sex permeated through the thin material of his boxers as though they weren't even there and his cock throbbed with need and lament for the garment separating the two of them.<br/><br/>It took little effort on his part in carrying the petite woman the few yards to his copilot's chair, but easing himself into it proved to be more difficult.  Fortunately, Vincent was able to flop the remaining few inches without incident aside from feeling the slight impact traveling through his body, pressing his groin more firmly against Mae's before travelling up thorough her frame as well.  It was a tight fit, the chair having just enough width to allow her legs wedge themselves between his hips and the sides of the chair arms, but certainly manageable.  Vincent's mischievous green hues looked up at his lover with a devious smile to accompany it.<strong>"You won't believe how many times I've fantasized about this very situation."</strong>Though they were no longer needed to support her weight, his hands felt no particular urgency to leave their perch aside from travelling a few inches higher to trace the curve of Mae's spankably smooth ass.