Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 156145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
She almost said yes. Lucy was so close to orgasm, she shook with need and had to focus entirely too hard to create verbal words beyond yesyesyesyesyes. Did she want him to keep doing what he’d been doing? Hell, yes.
But she wanted him inside her more.
She licked her lips. “I want...” How did she want him?
Every way.
Right now, though? “I want to ride you.”
A muscle in his jaw ticked and his grip on her thighs twitched. “You have condoms.”
“Yes.” She pointed a shaking finger at her nightstand.
The ones she’d bought after her breakup had expired ages ago, victim of her self-esteem issues, so she’d picked up a new box this morning. She’d also unwrapped the box so they could save time. It had felt presumptuous in the extreme when she’d been sitting alone on her bed, Garfunkel staring at her in feline judgment. Now she wished she’d already had one of them on Gideon.
He slowly released her, as if it pained him to move away. She sat up and scooted back so she could watch him pull open the top drawer. It wasn’t until his dark eyes flashed that she remembered what else was in the drawer. “Ah...”
He held up her pink vibrator. “We’ll talk about this later.” He dropped it back in the drawer and pulled out a condom. “Scratch that. We’re not going to talk. I’m going to stroke myself while I watch you use it.”
Her eyes went wide at the image his words painted. Him, sitting against the headboard with his cock in his hand. Her on her back with her legs spread, using her toy. Her core clenched. “I want that. Later.”
“Later,” he agreed. He ripped the wrapper open and proceeded to roll the condom down his length.
She stood and pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed. “Like this.” Lucy climbed into his lap and reached between them to notch his cock at her entrance. With her desire driving her, it was easy to speak things that would have stoppered her words with embarrassment in any other situation. “Kiss me while I ride you.”
“You have no idea how fucking sexy it is that you know exactly what you want.” He scooted back enough that she could brace her knees on the mattress. Then he hooked one arm around her waist while he dug his other hand into her hair. He tugged a little. “Yes?”
She moaned. “Yes.” She loved when Gideon didn’t treat her like she was breakable. He didn’t so much as hesitate when she urged him to bite her harder, to grab her tighter. Things she hadn’t even known she craved until he gave them to her.
Lucy slid down until he was completely sheathed inside her. She had to pause to adjust to the almost uncomfortable fullness. The sensation passed quickly, dissipating to sheer pleasure as her body accommodated his size. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him as she started to move. Their position had him rubbing against her clit with every stroke and, despite trying to hold out, her orgasm loomed all too soon.
Her strokes went choppy. “Gideon.”
He shifted his hands to her hips, helping her maintain the rhythm that would get her where she needed to go. “You feel so fucking good.”
“You...too.” She opened her eyes, not sure when she’d closed them, and the expression on his face stilled her breath in her lungs. Possession. Desire. Need. It was too much.
Lucy cried out his name as she came. He kept her moving, kept the orgasm going, until her muscles gave out and she slumped against him.
He carefully pulled out of her and shifted them back onto the bed. Gideon spooned her, lightly stroking her arm, her hip, her stomach. She stared at the art print on the wall next to her bed for several long moments while she relearned how to breathe. Gradually she became aware of a very specific part of him pressed against her ass. “You didn’t come.”
“Not yet.”
Not yet.
Who knew those two little words would be the sexiest thing she’d ever heard?
Gideon kept up his light touching until Lucy arched back against him. Judging her to be recovered enough, he hooked one knee and lifted her leg up and over his legs, leaving her open to him. He slid a hand carefully between her thighs, testing her tenderness. “Tell me what you want.”
“You.”
He kissed the back of her neck. “You have me.” For now. “Tell me what other fantasies you’ve been harboring.” The image of her using that toy on herself would be enough to keep him up at night for the foreseeable future. He was a goddamn idiot for feeding his imagination more images, but he craved them the same way he craved her.
“You want my sexual bucket list?” Her amused tone turned into a gasp as he idly stroked her clit. “You can’t expect me to think when you’re doing that.”