I dreamed I was falling, and it jerked me awake.
My heart raced from the surprise, and then I realized the plane had dropped suddenly. Turbulence. I was fine. And so was Gideon, who’d fallen asleep beside me. That made me smile. I’d almost passed out when he’d finally given me an orgasm after f**king me so thoroughly I was nearly incoherent with the need to come. It was only fair that he’d be a little wiped out, too.
A quick glance at my watch told me we’d been in the air almost three hours. I guessed we’d napped about twenty minutes, maybe even less than that. I was pretty sure he’d been at me for close to two hours. I could still feel the echo of his thick c*ck sliding in and out of me, stroking and rubbing all of my sensitive spots.
I slid carefully out of bed, not wanting to wake him, and was super quiet when closing the pocket door that concealed the en suite lavatory.
Outfitted with dark wood and chrome fixtures, the lavatory was both masculine and elegant. The toilet had armrests, which made it look like a throne, and a frosted window allowed sunlight into the space. A walk-in shower had a hand wand showerhead that looked very tempting, but I was still wearing the crimson cuffs. So I took care of business, washed my hands, then spotted hand lotion in one of the drawers.
The fragrance was subtle but wonderful. As I rubbed it on, a wicked idea entered my mind. Grabbing the tube, I took it back to the bedroom with me.
The sight that greeted me when I reentered made my breath catch.
Gideon sprawled across the queen-size bed, dwarfing it with his beautiful golden body. One arm was tossed over his head, the other draped across his pecs. He had one leg bent and fallen off to the side, while the other stretched out until his foot hung off the end of the mattress. His c*ck lay heavily across his lower abs, the crown nearly reaching his navel.
God, he was so virile. Stunningly so. And powerful, his entire body a study in physical strength and grace.
And yet I could bring him to his knees. That humbled me.
He woke when I climbed onto the bed, blinking up at me.
“Hey,” he said gruffly. “Come here.”
“I love you,” I told him, lowering into his outstretched arms. His skin felt like warm silk and I snuggled into him.
“Eva.” He took my mouth in a sweet, hungry kiss. “I’m not nearly done with you.”
Taking a deep breath of courage, I set the tube of lotion on his stomach. “I want to be inside you, ace.”
He glanced down, frowning, then stilled. I was close enough to feel his breathing change. “That isn’t our deal,” he said carefully.
“I think we need to revisit and revise. Besides, it’s still Friday, so it’s not quite the weekend yet.”
“Eva—”
“It turns me on just thinking about it,” I whispered, wrapping my legs around his thigh and rubbing against him, letting him feel that I was wet. The coarse hair sliding against my sensitive sex made me moan, as did the sense of being shameless and naughty. “You say stop and I will. Just let me try.”
His teeth ground audibly.
I kissed him. Pressed my body against him. When Gideon was walking me through something new, he talked me through it. But with him, sometimes talking wasn’t the answer. Sometimes it was best to help him turn his mind off.
“Angel—”
I slid over him, straddling him, setting the lotion aside so he wasn’t thinking about it so much. If I took him someplace new, I didn’t want either of us to overthink it. And if it didn’t feel natural, I wouldn’t do it. What we had together was too precious to spoil.
Running my hands down his chest, I gentled him, let him feel my love for him. How I worshipped him. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for him, except give up.
His arms came around me, one hand pushing into my hair, the other settling at the small of my back, urging me closer. His mouth was open to me, his tongue licking and tasting. I sank into the kiss, angling my head to get at him.
His c*ck hardened between us, thickening against my belly. He arched his h*ps upward, increasing the pressure between us, and moaned into my mouth.
I moved across his cheek to his throat, licking the salt from his skin before latching on. I sucked rhythmically, scoring him with my teeth, marking him. With his hand at my nape, he held me close, rough sounds of pleasure vibrating against my lips.
Pulling back, I looked at the bright red hickey I’d left him with. “Mine,” I whispered.
“Yours,” he vowed roughly, his eyes hooded and hot.
“Every inch of you.” I moved lower, finding and teasing the flat disks of his ni**les. I licked over the tiny points, then around them, my touch feather light until I suckled him.