His thumb rubbed over the flat disk of his nipple.
Once.
Twice.
He groaned a rough sound of delight that had me salivating.
The water pounding at my back and the billowing steam that plumed between us only added to the eroticism of the picture he presented.
His hand quickened, sliding rhythmically up and down.
He was so long and thick.
Undeniably virile.
Unable to bear the ache of my tightened ni**les, I cupped my br**sts and squeezed.
"There you go, angel.
Show me what I do to you."
There was a moment in which I wondered if I could.
It hadn't been so long ago that I'd been embarrassed to talk about my vibrator with Gideon face-to-face.
"Look at me, Eva."
He cupped his balls in one hand and his c*ck in the other.
Shameless, which was such a turn-on.
"I don't want to come without you.
I need you with me."
I wanted to be as hot for him.
I wanted him as aching and needy as I felt.
I wanted my body - my desire - to be burned onto his brain the way this image of him would be burned onto mine.
With my eyes locked with his, my hands glided over my body.
I watched his movements .
listened for the catch of his breath .
used his clues to know what drove him wild.
It was somehow as intimate as when he was inside me, maybe more so because we were wide open and on display.
Totally bared.
Our pleasure reflected in each other.
He started telling me what he wanted in that raspy sex god voice: Tug your ni**les, angel .
Touch yourself - are you wet? Push your fingers inside you .