He made no sound, as unnaturally silent as he'd been during the fight.
I would've sucked him off for hours.
I wanted to, but he put both hands on my shoulders and urged me away.
I looked up into his heartrendingly gorgeous face, saw his eyes glittering in the semidarkness.
He touched my lips with his thumb, smearing his se**n over and around the swollen curves.
"Slide your tight cunt around me," he ordered hoarsely.
"I've got more to give you."
Shaky and frightened by his harsh remoteness, I wriggled out of my boy shorts.
"Take it all off.
Everything except the boots."
I did as he said, my body quickening at his command.
I'd do anything he wanted.
I would prove to him that I was his and only his.
I would atone however he needed me to so he'd know I loved him.
I unzipped my skirt and pushed it off, then whipped my tank top over my head and threw it on the opposite bench.
My bra followed.
When I straddled him, Gideon caught my h*ps and looked up at me.
"Are you wet?" "Yes."
"It turns you on to suck my cock."
My ni**les hardened further.
The blunt, crude way he talked about sex turned me on, too.
"Always."
"Why did you kiss him?" The abrupt change in topic knocked me askew.
My lower lip trembled.
"I don't know."
He released me, reaching up and over his shoulders with both hands to grip the sides of the headrest.
His biceps bulged with the pose.
I was aroused by the sight, as I was by everything about him.
I wanted to see his bare chest glistening with sweat, his abs tightening and flexing as he pumped his c*ck into me.
I licked my lips, tasting him.