Gideon slid over me, a moving shadow, his bare skin cool to
the touch. His mouth slanted over mine, kissing me slowly and deeply, tasting
of mint and his own unique flavor. My
hands slid down his sleekly muscular back, my legs parting so he could settle
comfortably between them. The weight of him against me made my heart sigh and
my blood warm with desire.
“Well, hello to you, too,” I said breathlessly when he let
me up for air.
“You’ll come with me next time,” he murmured in that sexy
and decadent voice, nibbling at my throat.
“Will I?” I teased.
He reached down and cupped my butt in his hand, squeezing
and lifting me into a deft roll of his hips. “Yes. I missed you, Eva.”
I ran my fingers
through his hair, wishing I could see him. “You haven’t known me long enough to
miss me.”
“Shows how much you know,” Gideon scoffed, sliding downward
and nuzzling between my breasts.
I gasped as his mouth covered my nipple and sucked through
the satin, deep pulls that echoed in the clenching of my core. He moved to my
other breast, his hand pushing up the hem of my baby doll. I arched into him,
lost to the magic of his mouth as it moved over my body, his tongue dipping
into my navel, then sliding lower.
“And you missed me, too” he purred with masculine
satisfaction, the tip of his middle finger rimming my cleft. “You’re swollen
and wet for me.”
He pulled my legs over his shoulders and licked between my
folds, soft and provocative laps of hot velvet against my sensitive flesh. My
hands fisted in the sheet, my chest heaving as he circled my clit with the tip
of his tongue, then nudged the hypersensitive knot of nerves. I keened, my hips
moving restlessly into the devious torment, my muscles tightening with the
clawing need to come.
The light, teasing flutters
were driving me insane, giving me just enough to make me writher but not
enough to get me off. “Gideon, please.”
“Not yet.”
He tortured me, coaxing my body to the brink of orgasm, and
then letting me slide back down. Over and over. Until sweat misted my skin and
my heart felt like it would burst. His tongue was tireless and diabolical,
cleverly focusing on my clit until a single stroke set me off, then moving
lower to thrust into me. The soft, shallow plunges were maddening, the
flickering against the nerve-laden tissues making me desperate enough to beg
shamelessly.
“Please, Gideon… let me come… I need to come, please.”“Shh, angel… I’ll take care of you.”
He finished me with a tenderness that made the orgasm roll
through me like a crashing wave, building and swelling and spreading through me
in a warm rush of pleasure.
He threaded his fingers with mine when he came over me
again, restraining my arms. The head of his cock aligned with the slick
entrance of my body and he pushed inexorably into me. I moaned, shifting to
accommodate the heavy surge of his penis.
Gideon’s breath gusted hard and humid against my throat, his
big frame trembling as he slid carefully inside me. “You’re so soft and warm.
Mine, Eva. You’re mine.”
I wrapped my legs around his hips, welcoming him deeper,
feeling his buttocks flex and release against my calves as he demonstrated to
my body that it would indeed take his thick length all the way to the root.
With our hands linked, he took my mouth and began to move,
gliding in and out with languid skill, the tempo precise and relentless yet smooth
and easy. I felt every rock-hard inch of him, felt the unmistakable reiteration
that every inch of me was his to possess. He drove the message home repeatedly
until I was gasping against his mouth, thrashing restlessly beneath him, my
hands bloodless from the strength of my grip on his.
He spoke heated praise and encouragement, telling me how
beautiful I was… how perfect I felt to him… how he’d never stop… couldn’t stop. I came with a sharp cry of relief,
vibrating with the ecstasy of it, and he was right there with me. His pace
quickened for several slamming thrusts; then he climaxed with a hiss of my
name, spilling into me.
I sank lax into the mattress, sweaty and boneless and
replete.
“I’m not done,” he whispered darkly, adjusting his knees to
increase the force of his thrusts. The
pace remained expertly measured, each plunge staking a claim – your body exists to serve me. 
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