"It better be."
He grinned.
"In a swing."
"Huh?" "A sex swing, Eva.
Your gorgeous ass in a seat, feet in stirrups, legs spread wide, your perfect cunt wet and waiting."
He rubbed seductive circles into the small of my back.
"Totally at my mercy and unable to do anything but take all the cum I can give you.
You'd love it."
I pictured him standing between my legs, na**d and glistening with sweat, his biceps and pecs flexing as he rocked me back and forth, sliding me on and off his beautiful cock.
"You want me helpless."
"I want you bound.
And not on the outside.
I'm working my way in."
"Gideon - " "I won't ever take it further than you can handle," he promised, his eyes glittering hotly in the muted lighting.
"But I'll take you to the edge."
I squirmed, both aroused and disturbed by the thought of giving up that much control.
"Why?" "Because you want to be mine and I want to possess you.
We'll get there."
His hand slid under my shirt and cupped my breast, his fingers rolling and tugging my nipple, igniting my body.
"Have you done that before?" I asked breathlessly.
"The swing?" His face shuttered.
"Don't ask questions like that."
Oh God.
"I just - " His mouth sealed over mine.
He nipped my lower lip, then thrust his tongue into my mouth, holding me where he wanted me with his fist in my hair.
The dominance of the act was undeniable.
Hunger surged through me, a need for him I couldn't control or fight.
I whimpered, my chest aching at the thought of him putting that much time and effort into gaining pleasure from someone else.
Gideon's hand shoved between my legs and cupped my sex.
I jerked, surprised at his aggression.