Reflected in You(50)

And I liked it.


"It'd be a pleasure," he murmured, with his lips to my throat, "to lie around with a hard-on that you rode whenever the mood struck you."


My sex clenched at the visual in my mind.


"You're making me horny."


"Good.


I like you that way."


"So," I mused, "if my fantasy is you providing around-the-clock stud servicing - " "Sounds like reality to me."


I nipped him on the jaw with my teeth.


He growled.


"Want to play rough, angel?" "I want to know what your fantasy is."


Gideon adjusted me so that I was draped across his lap.


"You."


"It better be."


He grinned.


"In a swing."


"Huh?" "A sex swing, Eva.


Your gorgeous ass in a seat, feet in stirrups, legs spread wide, your perfect cunt wet and waiting."


He rubbed seductive circles into the small of my back.


"Totally at my mercy and unable to do anything but take all the cum I can give you.


You'd love it."


I pictured him standing between my legs, naked and glistening with sweat, his biceps and pecs flexing as he rocked me back and forth, sliding me on and off his beautiful cock.


"You want me helpless."


"I want you bound.


And not on the outside.


I'm working my way in."


"Gideon - " "I won't ever take it further than you can handle," he promised, his eyes glittering hotly in the muted lighting.


"But I'll take you to the edge."


I squirmed, both aroused and disturbed by the thought of giving up that much control.


"Why?" "Because you want to be mine and I want to possess you.


We'll get there."


His hand slid under my shirt and cupped my breast, his fingers rolling and tugging my nipple, igniting my body.


"Have you done that before?" I asked breathlessly.


"The swing?" His face shuttered.


"Don't ask questions like that."


Oh God.


"I just - " His mouth sealed over mine.


He nipped my lower lip, then thrust his tongue into my mouth, holding me where he wanted me with his fist in my hair.


The dominance of the act was undeniable.


Hunger surged through me, a need for him I couldn't control or fight.


I whimpered, my chest aching at the thought of him putting that much time and effort into gaining pleasure from someone else.


Gideon's hand shoved between my legs and cupped my sex.


I jerked, surprised at his aggression.


He made a low sound of reassurance and massaged me, rubbing my tender flesh with the consummate skill I'd grown so addicted to.


He broke the kiss, moving his arm to arch my back and lift my breast to his mouth.


He bit my nipple through the cotton, then wrapped his lips around the aching peak, sucking so strongly I felt the echo in my core.


I was under siege, my brain short- circuiting as desire pumped through me.


His fingers slid beneath the edge of my panties to touch my clit, the feel of flesh on flesh just what I needed.


"Gideon."


He lifted his head and watched with dark eyes as he made me come for him.


I cried out when the tremors rippled through me, the release of tension after days of deprivation almost too much to bear.


But he didn't let up.


He stroked my sex until I came again, until violent shivers racked my body and I squeezed my legs shut to stop the onslaught.


When he pulled his hand away, I sagged, boneless and breathing heavily.


I curled into him, my face pressed into his throat, my arms wrapping around his neck.


My heart felt as if it had swelled in my chest.


Everything I felt for him, all the torment and love, overwhelmed me.


I clawed at him, trying to get closer.


"Shh."


He held me tighter, squeezing me until it was hard to breathe.


"You're questioning everything and driving yourself crazy."


"I hate this," I whispered.


"I shouldn't need you this much.


It's not healthy."


"That's where you're wrong."


His heart beat strongly beneath my ear.


"And I take responsibility for that.


I've taken the lead with some things and given it to you with others.


That's left you confused and worried.


I'm sorry about that, angel.


It'll be easier moving forward."


I leaned back so I could search his face.


My breath caught when our eyes met and he stared back at me unflinchingly.


I comprehended the difference then - there was a calm, solid serenity about him.