Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
I shake my head. “You first. I want to see you, too.”
“Anything you want,” he says, holding my gaze as he rips off his sweater, revealing his spectacular chest. His muscles are toned in a natural way that speaks to hours spent living an active life, not pumping iron in a stuffy gym, and dusted with the perfect amount of dark hair. He’s beautifully masculine, and I’m already a huge fan of naked Gideon, even before he reaches for the button at the top of his jeans. “I mean it,” he adds. “Anything you want. I don’t have any hard limits.”
Hard limits? I know that’s a sex thing, but I’m not sure what separates a hard limit from a soft limit, and have no idea what my personal limits might be. I don’t have enough experience to know what I like or don’t like.
But I’m still sufficiently in my right mind to know better than to tell him that. Instead, I let my gaze drag down to the front of his jeans as he pushes them down his thighs, revealing gray boxer briefs and an erection thick enough to send fresh heat pooling onto the cotton panel of my panties.
“I don’t have any hard limits, either, I don’t think,” I say, biting my lip. “I just want to please you.”
He arches a curious brow as he stands, shedding his jeans completely. “You like to please your lover?”
“Yes,” I whisper, deciding the part about me never having had a lover before can wait.
“Then here’s something you can do for me, beautiful.” He kneels between my legs again, reaching for the top of my pants. “You can be quiet as a mouse while I eat your pussy. No talking, no moaning, not so much as an audible sigh. Think you can do that? No sounds from that sweet mouth until you’re coming all over mine?”
I nod and he smiles a wicked grin I haven’t seen on his face before.
But I like it.
I like it a lot.
“Good.” He bends to kiss my bare belly before murmuring against my skin, “Your mileage may vary, but I think limitations can make an orgasm even more intense. Now lift your hips.” I do and he whispers, “Good girl.”
A sound rips from my throat, a needy moan I didn’t realize I had inside me.
Gideon looks up, recognition I don’t quite understand flaring in his dark eyes. “Noted, good girl. Now silent as a mouse. I need to focus on making you come so hard you forget your own name.”
And good Lord, the man knows how to focus.
Before I know what’s happening, I’m at the mercy of his talented mouth, clutching at his hair, his shoulders, shamelessly grinding into his tongue as he does things to me no one ever has before. And yes, I’ve heard that oral sex is incredible, but I always thought I’d be too shy to enjoy it, that the knowledge that all my less-sexy private parts are out for show and tell along with the sexy ones would have me in my head about the whole thing.
But I’m nowhere near my head as I come on Gideon’s swirling tongue as his fingers thrust and curl inside me. I’m a creature of flesh and feeling, but a creature who doesn’t forget to play by her new rules.
Gideon’s right, the fact that I refuse to make a sound ramps up the intensity of my orgasm until I’m writhing on the floor. And hearing him call me his “good girl,” again, after I come?
Well, that gives me feelings I’m not sure what to do with. I only know that I truly feel “good,” truly enough for the first time in so long.
As I watch Gideon roll on a condom from his wallet and lean forward between my spread legs, I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, doing exactly what I’m supposed to be doing. There’s no need to strive or push harder or try to be the most perfect version of myself.
The me reflected in his eyes is already perfect.
But she might not be for long, the inner voice suddenly pipes up, not if you let him go in blind like this.
The inner voice is right. I don’t want Gideon to think any less of me, and that means being honest.
Now. Before it’s too late.
I reach up, putting a firm hand on his chest, “Wait. There’s something I should tell you first.”
seven
GIDEON
I freeze, going still, though every cell in my body is screaming for me to push forward. The head of my cock is already nestled between her legs. I can feel her heat through the condom and smell her arousal in the air.
I’ve never wanted to be inside a woman as badly as I want to be inside Sydney right now. But if she says wait, I wait.