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Worst case scenario, I can’t comfortably manage Gideon this way and we go back to the missionary position. The missionary position may be boring to some, but everything is still so new to me.
New and so exciting my voice is breathy as I add, “And who knows? Maybe I’ll find out I like intense things.”
Gideon grips my hips as I reach between us, positioning him at my entrance. “No pressure, either way,” he murmurs, his words thick with the same hunger humming through my veins. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this.” His features tighten as I begin to sink down on top of him. “God, baby, you’re still so tight.”
“Does it hurt you?” I ask, pausing with just the tip of him inside me.
His lips twitch. “No, it feels incredible. But it’s also why I only lasted about ten minutes last time.”
I smile. “Was it only ten minutes? It felt like longer. In a good way.” I sink lower, holding his gaze as I take his thickness into where I’m still so tender. There’s a degree of pain, there’s no denying that, but there’s pleasure, too. I’m so sensitive, the friction is intense. So intense, I’m on the edge of another release by the time I’m halfway down his shaft.
“Gideon,” I pant, my arms shaking on his chest as his fingers dig deeper into my hips.
“We can stop, baby,” he says. “I can help lift you off. Don’t hurt yourself.”
“I’m not hurting,” I say, breath coming faster. “I’m close.” I bite my lip, moaning as my body ripples around his cock and slickness leaks down my thigh.
He curses. “Then come, sweetness. Come on your cock.”
I shake my head. “Not yet. Not until I have all of you…inside me.” I sink lower, the slight shift setting sparklers to spinning in my belly.
I feel like one of those cartoon animals about to be shot out of a cannon. And then Gideon starts rubbing his thumbs over my nipples again and I detonate so fast, I barely have time to slam my hips down before the most intense orgasm of my life rips through me.
I’m not sure what I say at first, but by the time I become aware of the words spilling out of my mouth, I’m embarrassed to realize it’s mostly a mixture of “god, oh god, oh Gideon, oh god,” on repeat as I grind against him. I don’t remember shifting positions, but my lips are suddenly on his neck and my body is draped in a smothering half-moon over his chest, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
“That’s it, Sydney,” he says, his big hand on my ass, helping me rock back and forth. “I love feeling you come on me. It’s so good, baby.”
I pull back, holding his gaze as my breath rushes out. “Wow. They just… They keep getting better. I don’t think I can handle it if they get any more intense.”
He smiles, that wicked grin I love every bit as much as his kind one. “How about we find out?”
He grips me tight, making me giggle as he flips us over with his erection still locked deep inside me. And then he starts to move, taking me with long, languid thrusts that make me feel like I’m spinning through a pink, sunset sky. He tells me how sexy I am, how beautiful, how much he wants me to come for him again, all while his hands roam over my skin, setting little fires everywhere he touches.
“Fuck, Syd, you destroy me,” he says as he moves faster and I cling to him like the hopeless addict I’ve become. “I’m going to come. I’m so close.” He reaches between us, finding my clit with his fingers as he continues to thrust inside me. “Come with me, sweetness, come on your cock again.”
I arch into his fingers, crying out as my fourth orgasm of the night rips through me. Gideon’s rhythm grows faster, then wild, erratic, until he thrusts forward with a groan. This time, I can feel him pulsing inside me and it makes my entire body shiver, drawing out my own release until I’m a boneless puddle.
I’m so spent, all I can do is whimper when Gideon whispers, “Good girl. I knew you could come for me again.”
It isn’t until nearly ten minutes later, after Gideon’s pulled out, disposed of the condom, washed up in the bathroom, and made his way back to my door that I finally summon the strength to lift an arm and beg, “Water, please? I would get it myself but I’ve been sexed into a coma.”
Gideon laughs from the doorway, a deep laugh that makes me tingle again. “You’re chatty for a woman in a coma.”
“Not really,” I say, sighing. “That’s it. Those are all the words I have.”
He laughs again. “Hold on, butterfly. We’ll bring you back to life. Be right back.” He reappears a few moments later with water, a glass of wine, plates, napkins, and the cheese and apple board we neglected to have for dessert.
We spread the food out on the bed and dig in. Halfway through our treat, the lights come back on, but we shut them off again, enjoying our candlelit picnic.
When I’m full of food, water, and wine, Gideon cleans the mess and returns to hover in the doorway, “Do you need to be carried to the bathroom to get ready for bed?” he asks. “If you do, it’s a service I’m happy to provide. When I sex a woman into a coma, I like to take full responsibility until she’s back on her feet.”
I wrinkle my nose. “I don’t like to think of you sexing other women into comas.”
“Me, either,” he says softly. “If another man did this to you, I’d be tempted to punch him into a coma.”
I smile. “No, you wouldn’t. You’re a good egg, I can tell.”
“Thank you, Miss Watson,” he says with an affection that makes my chest ache. “Right back at you. Thank you for one of the best nights of my life.”
