Page 59 of Gideon
“You mispronounced exquisite,” he teased. “God, I love looking at you. But now I want to taste you.”
I barely had a moment to process his words before his tongue was there, justthere, licking at my tender folds. He spread my lower lips open as my fingers thread through his hair.
“Gideon,” I panted out as his tongue flicked back and forth in small circles over my delicate nub. “Yes! Right there,” I gasped as he sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue still flicking away. His fingers tickled and probed at my opening, stretching me slowly as I squeezed around him. My hips rocked up into his mouth, yearning for more, needing to feel completely taken by him.
“Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please, don’t stop!”
My eyes clenched closed tightly as he ravaged me with that sinful tongue. His fingers slid inside me and my head tilted back, my body arching off the bed as he found that spot within me. That special place that made me explode in seconds.
“Cum for me, vixen,” he teased, his lips brushing and buzzing against my nub with every word. It was my undoing. My body bowed back sharply as my orgasm took hold and I careened headlong into the abyss of sinful delights, exploding into a million pieces under his ministrations.
“Fuck, you taste sweet as sin,” he growled against my sex, lapping up my orgasm and bringing me down from my heights slowly, sensuously. The strokes of his tongue held me on that buzzing edge of pleasure, not letting me down entirely.
“I need you, Gideon,” I panted out, my hands tugging at his hair until he slowly kissed his way back up my body again. His length slid against my sopping wet slit as his lips found one of my hardened nipples. His tongue licked and stroked the tender flesh until it was as hard as a rock.
“Stay open for me, love,” he groaned against the flesh of my breast, his erection prodding against my opening but not entering me. It was maddeningly infuriating. Delightfully torturous. As were most things with Gideon.
My hips relaxed, falling to the sides as he rocked against me, his teeth plucking and grazing against my nipple with every thrust.
“Gideon,” I groaned, my hands pulling at his shoulders, wanting to feel myself stretch around him as he slid into me.
“Tell me,” he urged. I could feel his smile against my breast as his tongue flicked the tip of the other nipple, teasing it into equal hardness.
“I need you,” I begged. My hips rocked, bucking into his hardness as I begged him both with words and body for more.
“More. Tell me more,” he urged, his hands sliding beneath my back, holding me to his lips as his teeth and tongue worshiped my breasts.
“I need to feel you. Please,” I begged yet again, my body arching and trying to shift at just the right time to allow him to press into my aching core.
“You have better words than that. Fucking use them,” he growled against me, his words making me clench and ache deep inside.
“Jesus Christ, Gideon! Will you stop teasing me and fuck me already?” I griped, my eyes finding his and narrowing at him in annoyed sexual frustration.
He growled, his pupils dilating as he lifted himself up, pulling me up to his chest as his length drove into my core, stretching me around his thick girth as my eyes rolled back in my head. My nails dug into the skin of his back as he speared inside of me, filling me with one slow, steady stroke.
“Mine,” he growled against my neck as he held me to him, his heart thundering against my own chest as he drove into me again and again. So slowly, he rocked in and out. My legs wrapped around his hips, anchoring to him as I felt myself wind up with another building orgasm.
I couldn’t stop the building sensations. His cock rocketed into me, filling me over and over as I clenched around him. My clit ground against his pubic bone, giving me the friction I craved as we rocked together.
“Gideon,” I gasped out, feeling my orgasm begin to tingle and spread through my core.
“Fuck, I can’t hold back when you do that,” he groaned, his lips kissing along my neck as I clung to him.
“Do what?” I asked, barely following his words, so lost was I in the heat of the moment.
“The nails,” he groaned. I raked my nails down his back and he growled ferociously, his cock thrusting faster and faster into me.
“Yes, yes! Please!” I moaned, panting my words out with each thrust of his hips. Closer and closer, he pushed us both until I felt his cock swell within me.
“Naomi!” he screamed against my neck, my orgasm bursting forth clear past my fingertips and toes as I joined him, losing myself in bliss.
“Christ,” he panted out, flopping over to the side and tugging me to him.
“Ew,” I groaned, feeling the sticky combination of our orgasms slide between my thighs.
“Sorry,” he chuckled, reaching over to the nightstand where he pulled out a tee-shirt. “Here,” he offered, slipping the fabric between my thighs and cleaning me up gently.
“That was…” I trailed off, words nearly impossible as I tried to remember to even breathe.
