Gideon took his time, even though I could see how much he wanted me in the throbbing between his legs. The head of his cock was nearly purple, seeping liquid onto the blankets. He ignored his own needs as he buried his face between my legs, making me come with a cry before he even went near my opening.
When he slid a finger inside, his hand was shaking. Hepressed a kiss to the soft flesh of my inner thighs, and I let out a trembling breath.
“Have I ever told you how much I love your pussy, Sadie?”
I huffed a laugh. “A few times, yeah.”
“So wet and hot and perfect.”
I sank into the pillows, my hand reaching down to stroke his hair. He probed my entrance with a finger, slowly, slowly, slowly, until I shivered and whined for more. Always ready to meet my needs, Gideon did as I asked. Another finger joined the first, and the stretch was just this side of painful. I wrapped my hands in the blankets and breathed.
“So beautiful,” he said, kissing the top of my slit. “I could just keep doing this all night.”
Tension slowly unwound from my body; I knew he was telling the truth. As I relaxed, he stretched me. His fingers spread and scissored, and pleasure began to wind through the pit of my stomach. Still, Gideon took his time. I tried not to think of what we were preparing to do, but the act loomed in my mind like a hulking shadow.
But I loved him. I trusted him. I could have penetrative sex with him. Why wouldn’t I? Why would my brain throw up barriers between us, when he was the man I most wanted to be with? The man who made me feel safer than I’d ever felt before?
He groaned as my body eased, and when he inhaled, his breath was unsteady. I realized I’d closed my eyes, and I opened them now to look at him. His dark head was bent between my legs, his muscles stark in the low light of the room. His scars were lit by the streetlamp, muscle and sinew moving under the skin.
He was so beautiful. My husband. My love.
I reached down to touch his hair, and when I whispered his name, Gideon looked up. His eyes were black. Desire carved his features in stark relief. He was holding on by a thread.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
I panted out a few breaths and finally dipped my chin. Gideon searched my face for a moment, his fingers curling inside me, and I let out a breathless laugh. “Yes,” I finally said aloud. “Yes, I’m ready.”
It was the truth. I’d never felt so connected to another person. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to be able to do this withhim, because he was the man I loved. He was my husband.
Slowly, Gideon moved. He reached into the bedside table and got a condom. Rolled it on. Paused. His chest heaved, and he closed his eyes as he knelt between my bent legs, as if it was almost too much for him to bear.
He wanted this so badly. I saw it in the line of his shoulders and the tension in his arms. I felt it in the gusting breaths that ghosted over my bare skin. I heard it in the tortured, barely audible groan he let out when he opened his eyes and looked at my cunt.
He’d been lying to me before, about being happy to do other things. About loving making me come in any way he could.Thiswas what he really wanted. Just like every other man.
The thought was like a vengeful ghost winding its way through my brain, flicking on familiar switches that made electrical currents zip toward my pelvic floor.
I breathed in and out, trying to reach that place ofcalm again.
“Hey,” Gideon said, one hand on his cock, the other stroking up my leg. “We don’t have to do this, Sadie. Okay?”
A breath gusted out of me, and tears leaked out the corners of my eyes. Gideon bent over me and kissed me until I relaxed.
“You stop me anytime,” he murmured. “I mean it.”
Gulping, I nodded.
Then his cock was there. Probing. Huge. I sipped in little breaths, keeping my arms wrapped around his shoulders, staring at the ceiling as I focused on my breathing. Gideon kissed my shoulder and neck as his hips moved, slowly, gently, inexorably.
The stretch was intense, overwhelming. I loved him so much and I was ecstatic to be doing this with him. Because weweredoing it. His cock pushed deeper and deeper, and the weight of him pushed my thighs apart. I sank my nails into his back and gasped. Trembling overtook me from head to toe.
“Okay?” Gideon rumbled, pausing.
“I think—yes,” I said. “Yes, okay.”
He pushed deeper still. I stiffened, and he retreated. A groan tore out of him as he dropped his forehead to my shoulder, his hands curling into the pillows on either side of my head. He swore then pushed back into me as he turned my head and kissed me. I felt the fine tremors in his back. The twitching of his thigh muscles. The clumsy, distracted way he kissed me.
And it was wonderful. It was exactly what I’d wanted. A connection I’d never experienced before. My body working as it was supposed to.
