I waited for him to push into me and shivered when I felt his breath against my buttocks.
Then I jerked violently at the feel of him licking along the seam.
He rimmed me with the tip of his tongue, stimulating the puckered opening to my rear.
A broken sound escaped me.
I don't do anal play, Eva.
The tight ring of muscle flexed as I remembered his words, helplessly responding to the delicate flutters.
There was nothing in our bed but us.
Nothing could touch us when we were touching each other.
Gideon squeezed both of my cheeks in his hands, grounding me in the moment.
I was open and parted for him in every way, completely exposed to his lush dark kiss.
"Oh!" I tensed all over.
His tongue was inside me, thrusting.
My entire body began to quake from the feeling, my toes curling, my lungs heaving as he possessed me without shame or reservation.
"Ah .
God."
I lifted into his mouth, giving myself to him.
The affinity between us was brutal and raw, nearly unbearable.
I felt seared by his desire, my skin feverish, my chest shaking with sobs I couldn't hold back.
He reached beneath me, pressed the flat of his fingers against my aching cl*t and rubbing, massaging.
His tongue was driving me insane.
The orgasm brewing inside me was spurred by the knowledge that there were no longer any boundaries for him with my body.
He would do anything he desired - possess it, use it, pleasure it.
Burying my face in my pillow, I screamed as I came, the ecstasy so vicious my legs gave out and I melted into the mattress.
Gideon slid over my back, his knee pushing my legs wide, his perspiration- slick body blanketing mine.
He mounted me, pushing his c*ck inside me, his fingers linking with mine and pinning my hands to the bed.
I was soaked with him and he rocked against me, sliding in and out.
"I'm desperate for you," he said hoarsely.
"I'm miserable without you."
I tensed.
"Don't mock me."