“Feel it?” he asked, and I understood.
I loved him so much in that moment it hurt. “Yes.”
“I’m going to tell you to close your eyes,” he went on, standing and taking off the final bit of clothing he wore. He was heavily aroused, his thick c*ck bobbing under its own weight, the wide crown shiny with pre-cum. My mouth flooded, hunger pulsing through me. He was so hot for me, so hungry, and yet you’d never know it from his voice or the calm he radiated.
His perfect restraint made me wet. Gideon was the best of everything for me, a man who wanted me ferociously—which I so urgently needed to feel secure—but with enough self-possession to keep from overwhelming me.
“I want you to keep your eyes closed if you can,” he continued, his voice low and soothing, “but if it gets to be too much, open them. But say your safeword first.”
“Okay.”
He picked up the satin strap and ran it lightly over my skin. The cool metal of the fastener at one end caught on my nipple, making it pucker. “Let’s be very clear about this, Eva. Your safeword isn’t for me. It’s for you. All you have to say to me is no or stop, but just like wearing the cuffs makes you feel bound, saying your safeword will put your mind in the right place. Do you understand?”
I nodded, growing more comfortable and eager by the moment.
“Close your eyes.”
I followed the command. Almost instantly, I became sharply aware of the pressure at my wrists. The vibration and dull hum of the plane’s engines became more pronounced. My lips parted. My breathing sped up.
The strap glided over my cl**vage to my other breast. “You’re so beautiful, angel. Perfect. You have no idea what it does to me seeing you like this.”
“Gideon,” I whispered, desperately in love with him. “Tell me.”
His splayed fingertips touched my throat, and then began a slow slide down my torso. “My heart’s beating as fast as yours.”
I arched and shivered beneath his slightly ticklish touch. “Good.”
“I’m so hard it hurts.”
“I’m wet.”
“Show me,” he said roughly. “Spread your legs.” His fingers slid through my cleft. “Yes. You’re slick and hot, angel.”
My sex clenched hungrily, my entire body responding to his touch.
“Ah, Eva. You’ve got the greediest cunt. I’m going to spend the rest of my life keeping it satisfied.”
“You should start now.”
He laughed softly. “Actually, we’re starting with your mouth. I need you to suck me off so I can f**k you straight through until we land.”
“Oh my God,” I moaned. “Please tell me it’s not a ten-hour flight.”
“I might have to spank you for that,” he purred.
“But I’m a good girl!”
The mattress dipped as he climbed onto it. I felt him work his way toward me until he knelt beside my shoulder. “Be a good girl now, Eva. Turn toward me and open your mouth.”
Eager, I obeyed. The silky soft crest of his c*ck brushed over my lips and I opened wider, absorbing the shock of pleasure I felt at the sound of his tormented groan. His fingers pushed into my hair, his palm cupping the back of my neck. Holding me where he wanted me.
“God,” he gasped. “Your mouth is just as greedy.”
The position I was in, on my back with my hands gripping the pillow, prevented me from taking more than the thick head. I mouthed him, my tongue flickering over the sensitive hole at the tip, thrilled by the joy of focusing on Gideon. Going down on him wasn’t selfless for me. In fact, it was mostly for me that I loved it so much.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, rocking his h*ps to f**k my mouth. “Suck my c*ck just like that … so good, angel. You make me come so hard.”
I breathed him in, feeling my body respond to his scent, instinctively reacting to its mate. With all of my senses saturated with Gideon, I gave myself over to our mutual pleasure.