"Then you should've woken me earlier. I'll always take care of you, Eva. I live for it."
Whimpering in distress, I rocked my h*ps into that teasing tongue. Only when I was soaked with my own arousal, creaming desperately for the feel of any part of him I could get inside me, did he crawl over me and settle between my spread thighs, placing his forearms flat on the bed.
He held my gaze. His cock, feverishly hot and hard as stone, lay against the lips of my sex. I wanted it inside me more than I wanted to breathe. "Now," I gasped. "Now."
With a practiced shift of his hips, he rammed deep into me, shoving me up the bed.
"Ah, God," I gasped, convulsing ecstatically around the thick column of flesh that possessed me. This was what I'd needed since we'd talked in his home office, what I'd craved as I rode up and down his steely erection before dinner, what I'd needed even as I cl**axed around his thick length.
"Don't come," he murmured in my ear, cupping my br**sts in his hands and rolling my ni**les between his thumb and forefingers.
"What?" I was pretty sure if he'd just take a deep breath I'd go off.
"And don't let go of the pillow."
Gideon began to move in a slow, lazy rhythm. "You're going to want to," he murmured, nuzzling the sensitive spot beneath my ear. "You love to grab my hair and rake your nails down my back. And when you're close to coming, you like to squeeze my ass and yank me deeper. Makes me so damn hard when you go wild like that, when you show me how much you love how I feel inside you."
"No fair," I moaned, knowing he was deliberately provoking me. The cadence of his raspy voice was perfectly timed with the relentless surging of his hips. "You're torturing me."
"Good things come to those who wait." His tongue traced the shell of my ear, and then dipped inside at the same moment he tugged on my ni**les.
I bucked into his next thrust and nearly came. Gideon knew my body so well, knew all its secrets and erogenous zones. He was expertly stroking his c*ck inside me, rubbing over and over the tender bundle of nerves that quivered in delight.
Rolling his hips, he screwed into me, exploiting other spots. I made a plaintive sound, on fire for him, desperately infatuated. My fingers cramped with the grip I had on my pillow, my head thrashing against the driving need to orgasm. He could get me there just by rubbing inside me, the only man who'd ever been skilled enough to give me an intense vaginal orgasm.
"Don't come," he repeated, his voice hoarse. "Make it last."
"I c-can't. It feels too good. God, Gideon..." Tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes. "I...I'm lost in you."
I cried softly, afraid to say the other L-word too soon and risk upsetting the delicate balance between us.
"Oh, Eva." He rubbed his cheek against my damp face. "I must've wished for you so hard and so often you had no choice but to come true."
"Please," I begged softly. "Slow down."
Gideon lifted his head to look at me, choosing that moment to pinch my ni**les with just enough force to inflict a hint of pain. The tender muscles inside me clenched down so hard that his next thrust caused him to groan.
"Please," I pled again, trembling with the effort to stave off my building cl**ax. "I'm going to come if you don't slow down."
His gaze was hot on my face, his h*ps still lunging in a measured tempo that was slowly stealing my sanity. "Don't you want to come, Eva?" he purred in that voice that could lure me into hell with a dreamy smile. "Isn't that what you've been working toward all night?"
My neck arched as his lips drifted across my throat. "Only when you say I can," I gasped. "Only...when you say."
"Angel." One hand moved to my face, brushing back the strands of hair that clung to the perspiration on my skin. He kissed me deeply, reverently, licking deep into my mouth.
Yes...
"Come for me," he coaxed, quickening his pace. "Come, Eva."
On command, the orgasm struck me like a blow, shocking my system with an overload of sensation. Wave after wave of pulsing heat rolled through me, contracting my sex and tightening my core. I cried out, first with an inarticulate sound of agonized pleasure, then with his name. Chanting it over and over as he drove his beautiful c*ck into me, prolonging my cl**ax, before pushing me into another one.
"Touch me," he rasped, as I fell apart beneath him. "Hold me."
Freed from his command to hold the pillow, I bound him to my sweat-slick body with arms and legs. He pounded deep and hard, driving strenuously toward his cl**ax.
He came with a growl, his head thrown back as he spurted into me for long minutes. I held him until our bodies cooled and our breathing evened.
When Gideon finally rolled off me, he didn't go far. He wrapped himself around my back and whispered, "Sleep now."