He worked her with it, exploiting friction, changing angles and depth of penetration.
The nuances of his skill were lost when I was writhing beneath him and focused only on the sensations he stoked in my body.
But I felt them all now.
I fought against the pleasure, but I couldn't stifle a moan.
"That's it, angel," he coaxed.
"Feel how hard I am for you? Feel what you do to me?" "Don't use sex to punish me," I complained, my heels digging into the mattress.
He stilled for a moment, and then his mouth was suckling at my throat, his body undulating as if he were fucking me through our clothes.
"I'm not mad, angel."
"Whatever.
You're pushing me around."
"And you're driving me insane.
You know what happened when I realized what you'd done?" I glared at him through slitted eyes.
"What?" "I got hard."
My eyes opened wide.
"Inconveniently and publicly."
He cupped my breast in his hand, his thumb stroking over the hardened point of my nipple.
"I had to drag out a finished discussion while I waited for it to go down.
It turns me on when you challenge me, Eva."
His voice lowered and became raspier, dripping with sex and sin.
"It makes me want to fuck you.
For a very, very long time."
"God."
My hips pumped upward, my core tightening with the need to come.
"And since I can't," he purred, "I'm going to get you off like this, then watch you return the favor with your mouth."
A whimper escaped me, my mouth watering at the promise of pleasing him that way.
He was always so attuned to me when we made love.
The only time he really let go and focused on his own pleasure was when I went down on him.
"That's it," he murmured, "keep rubbing your cunt against me like that.
Christ, you're so damn hot."
"Gideon."
My hands were gliding all over his flexing back and buttocks, my body arching and grinding into his.
I came with a long and drawn-out moan, the tension breaking in a rush of relief.
His mouth covered mine, drinking in the sounds I made as I shivered beneath him.
I clutched his hair, kissing him back.
He rolled us so that he was beneath me, his hands going to his button fly and ripping it open.
"Now, Eva."
I scrambled down the bed, as eager to taste him as he was to have me do so.
The moment he shoved his boxer briefs down, I had his penis in my hands, my lips flowing over the wide crest.
Groaning, Gideon grabbed a pillow and shoved it under his head.
My gaze met his and I pulled him deeper.
"Yes," he hissed, the fingers of his right hand tangling in my hair.
"Suck it hard and fast; I want to come."
I breathed in the scent of him, feeling the satiny softness of his heated flesh on my tongue.
Then I took him at his word.
Hollowing my cheeks, I took him to the back of my throat, then pulled up to the crown.
Over and over.
Focusing on suction and speed, as greedy for his orgasm as he was, spurred by the abandoned sounds he made and the sight of his fingers clawing restlessly at the comforter.
His hips churned, his hand in my hair guiding my pace.
"Ah, God."
He watched me with dark, hot eyes.
"I love the way you suck me off.
Like you can't get enough."
I couldn't.
I didn't think I ever could.
His pleasure meant so much to me, because it was real and raw.
For him, sex had always been staged and methodical.
He couldn't hold back with me because he wanted me beyond reason.
Two days without me and he was .
undone.
I pumped him with my fist, feeling the thick veins throbbing beneath the smooth skin.
A ragged sound tore from his throat and salty warmth spurted on my tongue.
He was close, his face flushed and his lips parted with gasping breaths.
Sweat misted my brow.
My excitement mounted along with his.
He was completely at my mercy, near mindless with the need to climax, muttering filthy sexy things about what he was going to do to me the next time he fucked me.
"That's it, angel.
Milk it .
make me come for you."
His neck arched, his breath exploding from his lungs.
"Fuck."
He came as I had - hard and brutal.
Semen burst from the tip of his cock in a thick, hot rush that I struggled to swallow.
He growled my name, his hips pumping upward into my working mouth, taking what he needed from me, giving me all he had until he was emptied.
Then he curled toward me, pulling me into a strangling embrace that pinned me to his heaving chest.