Reflected in You(28)

"You're so sensitive now."


Lifting his head, he licked his lips.


"You're coming like crazy."


I gasped.


"I'd come harder if you were inside me."


"I'll keep that in mind."


"It doesn't matter if I get a little sore now," I argued.


"I'll have days to recover."


Something sparked in the depths of his gaze.


He rose up.


"No, Eva."


My postorgasmic haze faded at the harshness of his voice.


I levered up onto my elbows and watched him begin to strip, his moves quick and economically graceful.


"My choice," I reminded.


In short order he removed his vest, tie, and cuff links.


His voice was too even when he asked, "You really want to play that card, angel?" "If that's what it takes."


"It'll take more than that for me to hurt you deliberately."


His shirt and slacks followed more slowly, a striptease that was far more seductive than mine had been.


"For us, pain and pleasure are mutually exclusive."


"I didn't mean - " "I know what you meant."


He straightened from shoving his boxer briefs down, then knelt on the foot of the bed and crawled toward me like a sleek panther on the prowl.


"You ache without my cock inside you.


You'll say anything to have me there."


"Yes."


He hovered over me, his hair falling in a dark curtain around his face, his big body casting a shadow over mine.


Tilting his head, he lowered his mouth and lightly traced the seam of my lips with the tip of his tongue.


"You crave it.


You feel empty without it."


"Yes, damn you."


I gripped his lean hips, arching upward to try to feel his body against mine.


I never felt closer to him than when we were making love, and I needed that closeness now, needed to feel like we were okay before we spent the weekend without each other.


He settled between my legs, his erection lying hard and hot between the lips of my sex.


"It hurts you a little when I push all the way in, and there's no help for that - you have a tight little cunt and I cram you full.


Sometimes I lose control and get rough, and there's no help for that, either.


But don't ever ask me to hurt you deliberately.


I can't."


"I want you," I breathed, rubbing my wet cleft shamelessly along the heated length of his cock.


"Not yet."


He moved, rolling his hips to find me with the broad head of his penis.


He pushed gently against me, parting me, spreading me open as he slipped just the tip inside.


I writhed against the tight fit, my body resisting.


"You're not ready yet."


"Fuck me.


God .


just f*ck me!" He reached down with one hand and grabbed my hip, stemming my frenzied attempts to push up and take more of him.


"You're swollen."


I fought his hold.


My nails dug into the tight curves of his ass and I tugged him against me.


I didn't care that it might hurt.


If I didn't get him in me I thought I'd lose my mind.


"Give it to me."


Gideon slid his hand into my hair, fisting it to hold me where he wanted me.


"Look at me."


"Gideon!" "Look at me."


I stilled at the command in his voice.


I stared up at him, my frustration melting as I watched a slow, gradual transformation sweep over his handsome face.


His features tightened first, as if he were pained.


A wince knit his brow.


His lips parted with a gasp, his chest beginning to heave with labored breaths.


A tic began in his jaw, the muscle spasming violently.


His skin grew hot, searing me.


But what mesmerized me most was his piercing blue eyes and the unmistakable vulnerability that sifted through them like smoke.


My pulse quickened in response to the change in him.


The mattress shifted as he dug his feet in, his body bracing  -  "Eva."


He jerked, then started coming, spurting hotly into me.


His pleasured groan vibrated against me, his cock sinking through the sudden flood of semen to bottom out inside me.


"Ah .


Christ."


All the while he looked at me, showing me his face when he usually hid in the crook of my neck.


I saw what he'd wanted me to see .


the point he'd wanted to make -  There was nothing between us.


Rolling his hips, he rubbed out the rest of his orgasm, emptying himself inside me, lubricating me so there would be no pain or resistance.


He released my hip and let me rock upward; let me seek the perfect pressure on my clit to set me off.