Page 55 of City of Love

She opened her lips to speak, but he lowered down next to her, resting the weight of his upper body on one elbow. He touched his fingers to her lips and shook his head. She felt him enter her mind then. There were no secrets there, in the intimacy of their thoughts. They were both safe from any issues, and they knew it.

Holding her gaze intensely, he slid a hand along her inner thigh, pushing her leg out a bit as his fingers found their way up to her sex. She parted her lips, breathing heavily, and he moved in to kiss her jaw line, bite at her earlobe, and move back to her lips as he slipped a second finger in, swirling them inside her, water from his hair dripping coolly onto her face and chest. She moaned into his mouth as he slipped a third finger in, stretching her, preparing her for his size.

She was more than ready.

“Please,” she whispered.

He moved all the way on top of her then, and she brought her legs up, wrapping them around his waist, encouraging him toward her. His cock touched her entrance, the tip just teasing her, and she pushed forward, not waiting for him to take his time any longer.

He slid blessedly into her as he gave a loud, satisfied moan, his length and girth filling her completely, stretching her, making contact with her every inch, her every molecule. Her own moan filled the room.

He slid back and forth slowly, with long, loving thrusts as he arched his back, pressing up on his hands, and she gripped his forearms, her head back and chest arched up. He reached back with one arm at a time and hooked each one behind her knees, pulling her legs up higher, her knees almost at the level of her chest now. He was stretching her so tightly, and his girth was so full, that he stroked against her most sensitive spot with each entry.

Her hands moved restlessly, from his arms to her breasts, back to his head to grab fistfuls of his hair. He had her pinned in the most delicious way and she wiggled and squirmed with pleasure as each thrust brought her closer and closer, completely at the mercy of his movements.

She’d never before been brought to climax like this, from just the point of pelvic contact, and the intimacy of it was raw, beautiful.

And his eyes. He watched her relentlessly. The stormy grey-green boring into her, consuming her, owning her.

“Oh God,” she cried out, fingernails digging into his arms.

“Now, baby,” he said. “Come for me.” He thrust harder and faster. Like an engine powered by his beautiful glute muscles, he drove into her.

She came. Like a rocket off a launch pad, shooting into the void. The spasm rocking her over and over and over again, her sheath gripping his cock as he slowed his thrust, easing back down.

Before she could completely catch her breath, Gideon turned them both over, a perfectly executed barrel-roll as he stayed inside her, then maneuvering her up to sit on top of him as he lay on his back.

She got herself settled, aftershocks still shaking her, and then with a wicked smile she squeezed his cock inside her. He let out a gust of air and moaned, reaching both arms to take her full breasts in his hands, weighing them, kneading them, pinching the nipples.

Lexi started to work him. Her hands on his hip bones she slowly raised and lowered herself, up and down as she kept squeezing him. He moved his hands to her hips and guided her to the speed he wanted. He was actually lifting her up and down now with such ease and speed that she realized he was at least partly using telekinesis, though she wasn’t even sure he was aware of it.

She bucked and rotated her hips as he slid her up and down his hard length, finding the right place to grind her little nub, which had become hard and hot again, every time she came down onto him.

A constant stream of moans came from both of them, as Lexi, hands free now that he was moving her on his own, worked her own breasts, tugging at them, pinching them, and his eyes grew hungrier as he watched.

He slid her up and down his shaft, as she clenched and unclenched him, rotated and ground against him. Closer and closer they both climbed.

That’s when she saw it.

The same lights she’d once seen coming up out of the piano were now floating through the air around the two of them, moving outward and upward from the center of their lovemaking, gathering under the canopy and then spilling out toward the ceiling with purple and gold and red and white light. She felt like she was floating in a sea of multicolored stars. She was bobbing and moving, out of place and time, as a second orgasm built within her.

“Baby,” she said, her voice a low, husky whisper, “look what you’re doing, look what you’re making. It’s so beautiful.”

His eyes lingered on her own a moment longer before pulling away to view the beauty he was creating. “What we’re creating, sweetheart.”

Together they were a symphony of light, the visual display of Gideon’s joy swirling around them, a tornado of color. The glow of the fire began to alternately brighten and dim, the water in the tubs next door suddenly splashing and crashing, loud enough to hear as waves splashed onto the floor. The sounds of the roiling water and crackling fire vied with the music of their delirium, until it all came together in their screams of simultaneous ecstasy.

Before they even finished coming, both still shivering and rocking, Lexi fell forward, and they touched their foreheads together, riding the last of the waves while trading breath.

Neither of them needing to speak out loud those three little words they heard in each other’s minds.

It was eight o’clock at night on what they agreed had to have been the longest day of their lives, the longest Fourth of July on record, and they were both exhausted.

Yet, with all that had happened, all the physical energy he’d expended during the long day, not the least of which just now in his bed, Gideon felt strong. Light on his feet. Internally calm. Ready for anything.

All because of one four-letter word blooming in his chest: hope.

For the first time since he’d lost his family, he could envision a future that wasn’t lonely. A home that wasn’t empty. A heart that remembered how to laugh.

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