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I let out a delighted laugh as I come back down. “Fuck, Brightwater, warn a girl before you do that.”
He smirks down at me. “Where’s the fun in that, Sweeney?”
In a blur, Gideon moves, rolling onto his back, taking me with him until I’m straddling his hips, my hands braced on his chest. I moan at the new position, how my clit grinds against his pelvic bone when I roll my hips.
But I make myself scowl down at him. “So now, since you can just make me come with a few words, does that mean you’re going to make me do all the work?”
He grins up at me, folding his hands behind his head. “Exactly.” His hips nudge up. “Get to work on fucking me, Rosalind. Make me come.”
“Is there a spell I can tattoo on my vag to do the same thing?” I press myself up and then drop back down, drawing out a moan from him.
“Baby, I don’t think you need a spell. Your pussy is magic all on its own, so fucking hot, and wet and tight. God, so tight. Now, fuck me,” he demands.
I clench around him at his bossy tone. Never would have thought I’d like that, but apparently I do. I bend down until my breasts brush against his chest and hover my lips over his. “Don’t tell me what to do, Gideon.”
One of his hands snaps out from behind his head, curls around my neck to hold me in place, not hurting just firm enough to keep me where he wants me. “You want me to fuck you instead?” He thrusts his hips up into me with so much force that my tits jiggle. “Is that what you want, baby?”
I whimper and nod, and his fingers tighten on me just slightly, before he pushes me up and back until I’m upright again. His hand slips from my throat, down between my breasts and to my clit, where he presses his thumb over that bundle of nerves. My pussy flutters in response. “Not this time, Rosalind. If you don’t get that pussy bouncing on my cock, do you know what I’m going to do?”
I swallow thickly and shake my head, my hips moving just the slightest bit with every brush of his fingers. “I’m going to make you come repeatedly using that spell, one right after the other. No breaks, no downtime. I’m going to make you squeeze my cock repeatedly until I come from that alone.” His nail scrapes gently over my clit and I whimper. “Do you know what happens when a woman comes too many times, baby?”
I think I know where he’s going with this, but I shake my head again, leaning back to brace my hands on his thighs, hips rolling even more. “I don’t.”
“Everything in her pussy becomes overly sensitive, and every touch, every orgasm, becomes painful. Do you want me to make your pussy hurt? To make you keep coming even when you're wrung out, exhausted and in pain?”
God, another whimper rips out of me, because if I’m honest I’m not totally opposed to that to letting him make me feel that pleasure near constantly. He chuckles. “Oh, that is what you want?”
I shake away the thought, the need to see exactly what that would feel like, and lick my lips. “Maybe we should leave that for when I have the time to recover,” I suggest, hating the words even as I say them.
He lunges up until our chests press together, hands gripping my ass. God, he’s so big and I’m so not. I love it. Love, how small he makes me feel. He uses the grip on my hips to force me to move. “Then you better fuck me, Rosalind.”
I don’t know why I’m pushing this. I want nothing more than to watch Gideon fall apart as I bring him pleasure, to help him feel as good as he made me feel.
I brace my hands on his shoulders, press my lips to his, let my tongue languidly stroke along his, while building the roll of my hips. Until I’m bouncing up and down on his cock, ignoring the burning in my thighs.
Gideon moans with each thrust, his mouth kissing, sucking, biting every inch of skin he can get to. His lips and teeth worship anything he can reach. My hands roam over him, up to his hair, down his back, scratching over his ribs and chest. If he wasn’t covered in tattoos, I’m sure I’d see welts from my nails everywhere.
“Fuck, yes, Rosalind,” he grunts against my neck. “Just like that. Just like fucking that, don’t stop. I’m so close. I’m so fucking close.” Loving the desperation in his tone, I keep going, keep riding him, my arms slipping around his shoulders to hold him against me, while his arms do the same to me. “You’re going to come with me, baby, you hear me?”
I nod against the side of his head, beyond words, feeling nothing but the pleasure building at the base of my spine, the flutters of my muscles as I tighten around him convulsively, the heat and sweat. He’s thrust up into me now, our bodies crashing together in the most natural way possible.
I feel him thicken inside me and know he’s seconds away from coming. Gideon’s hands tighten on my hips almost painfully as he growls out. “Now, baby. Come now.”
My body gives in to his demand, and I’m not even sure it’s the spell tattooed on his cock that does it. I felt that close to coming just because of our bodies coming together. I tilt my head back and cry out his name, while his head dips to the curve where my shoulder meets my neck and grinds out, “Rosalind,” against my skin, while shooting his release deep inside me.
Thank god for anti-pregnancy spells because sex is about a thousand times better without a condom.
We sit there, breathing heavy, arms wrapped around one another, sweat soaked skin slicking together. After a moment, Gideon pulls back and pushes my messy hair over my shoulder. “Well?”
I frown, my fingers lazily playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Well, what?”
He gives me a cheeky grin. “Did you see stars?”
Chapter 16
Gideon is staring at the skin of my chest, frowning. It’s a little annoying. “Is something wrong?” I say indignantly, resisting the urge to pull the sheets over my breasts. He doesn’t answer, his gray gaze tracking over my skin there.
I twitch the sheet. Blocking my breasts from his sight, when he finally meets my gaze, a question in his eyes, I say, “you were staring at them like they were a math problem you were trying to figure out. It was disconcerting. They aren’t that complicated, you know. Just tits.”
