Entwined with You(93)

God, he was so virile. Stunningly so. And powerful, his entire body a study in physical strength and grace.


And yet I could bring him to his knees. That humbled me.


He woke when I climbed onto the bed, blinking up at me.


“Hey,” he said gruffly. “Come here.”


“I love you,” I told him, lowering into his outstretched arms. His skin felt like warm silk and I snuggled into him.


“Eva.” He took my mouth in a sweet, hungry kiss. “I’m not nearly done with you.”


Taking a deep breath of courage, I set the tube of lotion on his stomach. “I want to be inside you, ace.”


He glanced down, frowning, then stilled. I was close enough to feel his breathing change. “That isn’t our deal,” he said carefully.


“I think we need to revisit and revise. Besides, it’s still Friday, so it’s not quite the weekend yet.”


“Eva—”


“It turns me on just thinking about it,” I whispered, wrapping my legs around his thigh and rubbing against him, letting him feel that I was wet. The coarse hair sliding against my sensitive sex made me moan, as did the sense of being shameless and naughty. “You say stop and I will. Just let me try.”


His teeth ground audibly.


I kissed him. Pressed my body against him. When Gideon was walking me through something new, he talked me through it. But with him, sometimes talking wasn’t the answer. Sometimes it was best to help him turn his mind off.


“Angel—”


I slid over him, straddling him, setting the lotion aside so he wasn’t thinking about it so much. If I took him someplace new, I didn’t want either of us to overthink it. And if it didn’t feel natural, I wouldn’t do it. What we had together was too precious to spoil.


Running my hands down his chest, I gentled him, let him feel my love for him. How I worshipped him. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for him, except give up.


His arms came around me, one hand pushing into my hair, the other settling at the small of my back, urging me closer. His mouth was open to me, his tongue licking and tasting. I sank into the kiss, angling my head to get at him.


His cock hardened between us, thickening against my belly. He arched his hips upward, increasing the pressure between us, and moaned into my mouth.


I moved across his cheek to his throat, licking the salt from his skin before latching on. I sucked rhythmically, scoring him with my teeth, marking him. With his hand at my nape, he held me close, rough sounds of pleasure vibrating against my lips.


Pulling back, I looked at the bright red hickey I’d left him with. “Mine,” I whispered.


“Yours,” he vowed roughly, his eyes hooded and hot.


“Every inch of you.” I moved lower, finding and teasing the flat disks of his nipples. I licked over the tiny points, then around them, my touch feather light until I suckled him.


Gideon hissed as my cheeks hollowed on a drawing pull, his hands falling away to grip the comforter on either side of his hips.


“Inside and out,” I said softly, as I turned to his other nipple and lavished similar attention on it.


As I made my way down his straining body, I felt his tension grow. When my tongue rimmed his navel, he jerked violently.


“Shh,” I soothed him, rubbing my cheek against his throbbing cock.


He’d washed up after our earlier round, leaving him smelling clean and delectable. His sac hung heavily between his legs, the satiny flesh bared by his meticulous grooming. I loved that he was as smooth as I was. When he was inside me, the connection was complete in every way, the sensations emphasized by touching skin to skin.


With my hands on his inner thighs, I urged him to spread open wider, giving me room to settle comfortably. Then I licked along the seam of his taut sac.


Gideon growled. The untamed, animalistic sound sent a ripple of apprehension through me. Still, I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I wanted him too much.


Using only my mouth, I worshipped him, sucking softly and caressing him with my tongue. Then I suspended his testicles on the pads of my thumbs, lifting them to access the sensitive skin beneath. His balls drew up, the skin tightening and pulling close to his body. My tongue reached a little lower, an exploratory foray toward my ultimate goal.


“Eva. Stop.” He panted. “I can’t. Don’t.”


My mind raced as I continued to touch him, my hand gripping his cock and stroking it. He was still too much inside his own head, too focused on what was to come instead of what was happening now.


But I knew how to get him to focus on something else.


“Why don’t we do this together, ace?” Shifting, I turned around, straddling him backward.


His hands grabbed my hips before I was fully balanced, yanking my sex down to his waiting mouth. I cried out in surprise as he latched onto my clit, sucking hungrily. Swollen and sensitive from earlier, I could hardly bear the sudden rush of pleasure. He was wild and ravenous, his passion driven by his frustration and fear.


Wrapping my lips around his cock, I gave him back what he was giving to me.


As I sucked hard on the head of his erection, his groan vibrated against my clit and nearly made me come. He held me to him, his fingers digging into my hips with bruising force.