Page 18 of Gideon
“Please,” I begged, cursing my body’s reaction to him while pressing into his touch for more in the same breath.
“Please what, my little vixen?” he teased, his fingers finding their way beneath my panties to my already soaked core. I wanted to cringe at my readiness for him, but I couldn’t muster the ability to do so. It felt too good. The way his fingers slipped deftly between my folds and found the nub that made me tingle to the very tips of my toes had me arching into him with renewed vigor.
“Right there? Is that where you want my touch?” he coaxed, his words pushing my pleasure and my desire for him even further. I nodded my head, and he chuckled, his breath fanning out against the skin of my shoulder. The feel of it sent shivers down my spine as his thrusts came faster against my ass.
“How does it feel, vixen? Does it feel good right here?” he teased, his fingertips slipping and sliding in faster circles over my clit.
“Yes, so good,” I panted out breathlessly.
“Such a needy little thing,” his voice mocked me. My eyes narrowed as irritation with him grew in tandem with my passion and need. With a near growl of equal parts frustration and arousal, I flipped over to face him.
“Enough,” I spat at him, my hands pushing his shoulders roughly until he lay flat on his back. I straddled his waist, looking down at him with all the irritation I felt inside. His wide-eyed look of shock surprised me.
“Vixen has some fight in her, huh?” he teased, that wicked grin of his pushing me further. “Let’s see what you’ve got, then.”
His hands found my waist, moving my body over his, shifting my core over his erection until he bumped right up against my throbbing clit.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, my head thrown back as pleasure racked my body.
“Fuck yes, baby. Curse at me. Curse for me. Show me how dirty you can be,” he goaded, his jaw held slack as he bucked up into each thrust of my hips. “Try circles,” he instructed.
“What?” I questioned, confusion written all over my face.
“Like this.” His hands moved my hips in circles, changing the angle of our connection and sending me into a fresh wave of pleasure. My hands clawed at his chest.
“Yes!” he cried out as my nails dug into his bare skin. His chest was firm, his muscles hard beneath my hands. “Up, just for a second,” he guided me. I lifted onto my knees as he shoved his sleep pants down just enough to free his erection. My eyes widened as I took in his length. He was bigger than I had imagined, hard and pulsating, with a pearl of liquid just at the tip. His hands moved me back over him, but my panties were still in the way.
“Move them to the side,” he instructed, his own breath panting out with his desire. I reached down, tugging my night dress up further over my hips as I found the gusset of my panties and moved them to the side. He held his erection in one hand, holding himself up as I positioned myself over him. I lowered myself over him slowly, feeling the head of his erection part my folds and nudge my entrance. He was thick. Oh, so thick as he parted my channel, and I sank down onto him slowly.
“Fuck me, yes!” he cried out. “Just like that, vixen. Now show me what you can do,” he coaxed, guiding me just barely as I sank fully onto his length.
My jaw hung open at the feel of him opening me up, filling me completely. I whimpered, hating myself as I did, but I couldn’t help it.
“Show me, vixen. Show me what you want,” he groaned. I moved my hips back and forth slowly, getting a feel for the motion. As I rocked, he hit a spot within me that made me gasp.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that. Move your body,” he coaxed, urging me to move again. My hips rocked, finding my own easy rhythm. I used my hands to brace myself on his chest, moving back and forth, then in slow circles.
“Christ, your body is like fire and this is sheer torture,” he groaned, his hands holding my hips tight enough to leave bruises. I didn’t care. Right then, I couldn’t think straight. All I could focus on was the feeling of him deep within me.
His hands shifted my hips, making me grind against him as he leaned me just a touch forward. Stars shot across my vision as my clit ground against him, adding that extra friction I needed. I felt that tingling sensation deep inside of me as I moved, urging me to move faster, to thrust harder.
“Gideon,” I panted out as I moved my hips faster, tightening around him as I sought my pleasure.
His hands moved up from my hips to my breasts, tugging open the buttons on my night dress until my breasts were free for his touch. He cupped them, finding the nipples and plucking at them gently.
I didn’t want gentle. I wanted the raw passion he had shown me yesterday.
“More,” I ground out through clenched teeth, my hips bucking as I neared that pinnacle of bliss he’d brought me to yesterday. “More, please, more!”
I was begging, and I didn’t care. Not one bit. I just needed more. I needed him.
“Tell me. Tell me what you need. Use that devilish tongue and those dirty words like I know you want to,” he ground out, his fingers moving even lighter over my nipples. The bastard knew exactly what I wanted and yet he tormented me, forcing me to humiliate myself before him. Like hell I would. I pursed my lips tightly, refusing to give him the satisfaction.
“Fuck, you’re a hellion,” he chuckled through his groans of pleasures, his eyes nearly dancing with pleasure at my torment. Fuck him. And the horse he rode in on.
“Use those words or I won’t give you what you want,” he taunted, barely brushing my nipples with such a light touch it made me want to smack him. Or fuck him harder. Maybe both. Both sounded quite good right now.
“Never,” I ground out through clenched teeth.
