Gideon knew exactly what the sight of him did to me, and it turned me on even more that he was arrogant enough to use that weakness against me. God knew I did the same to him when I could.
“You are so f**king hot,” I told him, licking my own lips.
He smiled and came toward me, his thick, long c**k curving upward to his navel. “I think you’ll really enjoy this.”
I didn’t have to ask why he said so, because it was evident as he reached me and took my hands in his. My vantage of him from the swing seat was completely unhindered. From the thighs upward, he was totally exposed between the spread of my legs.
He bent and kissed me again. Softly. Sweetly. I moaned at the unexpected tenderness and the lushness of his flavor.
Releasing one of my hands, he reached between us, gripping his c**k and angling it downward to stroke between the lips of my sex. The wide head slid through the slickness of my desire, then nudged against my exposed clit. Pleasure rippled through me and I discovered just how vulnerable I was. I couldn’t arch my hips. I couldn’t tighten my inner muscles to chase the sensation.
A low whimper escaped me. I needed more, but could only wait for him to give it to me.
“You trust me,” he whispered against my mouth.
It wasn’t a question, but I answered anyway. “Yes.”
Gideon nodded. “Grab the chains.”
There were wrist restraints above my head. I wondered why he didn’t use them, but I trusted him to know best. If he didn’t think I was ready, it was because he knew me so well. In some ways, he knew me better than I knew myself.
The love I felt for him unfurled in my chest until it filled me, pushing aside the vestiges of fear that hovered in the dark corners of my mind. I’d never felt so close to him, never known it was possible to believe in someone so completely.
I did as Gideon ordered and gripped the chains. He stepped close again, his abs glistening with the first mist of perspiration. I could see his pulse throbbing in his neck, his arms, his penis. His heart was racing like mine. The head of his c**k was as wet with excitement as my sex. The hunger between us was a living thing in the room, sliding sinuously around us, narrowing the world to just the two of us.
“Don’t let go,” he ordered, waiting until I nodded my agreement before he proceeded.
He gripped a chain where it met with the seat. His other hand guided his c**k to my cleft. The thick crown pressed teasingly against me, taunting me with the promise of pleasure. I was panting as I waited for him to take the step forward that would slide him into me, my core aching with the need to be filled.
Instead, he gripped the seat of the chair in both hands and pulled me onto his cock.
The sound that ripped from my throat was inhuman, the savagely erotic feeling of being so deeply penetrated driving me wild. He sank deep in that one easy glide, my body unable to offer any resistance.
Gideon snarled, a tremor running through his powerful body. “Fuck,” he hissed. “Your cunt is so good.”
I started to reach for him, but he pushed the swing back, gliding me off his rock-hard erection. The feeling of being emptied made me moan in distress.
“Please,” I begged softly.
“I told you not to let go,” he said, with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
“I won’t,” I promised, gripping the chains so hard it hurt.
His arms flexed as he pulled me back, sliding me onto his cock. My toes curled. The feeling of weightlessness, of total surrender, was indescribable.
“Talk to me,” he bit out. “Tell me you like this.”
“Damn it,” I gasped, feeling sweat slide down my nape. “Don’t stop.”
One moment I was held stationary, the next I was swinging fluidly, my sex sliding on and off Gideon’s rigid c**k with breathtaking speed. His body worked like a well-oiled machine, his arms, chest, abs, and thighs straining with the exertion of masterfully handling the swing. The sight of his powerful movements, the intensity of his focus on pleasuring us both, the feel of him pumping so deep and fast into me . . .
I orgasmed with a scream, unable to contain the rush that surged through me. He f**ked me through it, growling roughly, his face flushed and etched with lust. I’d never come so hard, so fast. I couldn’t see or breathe for an endless moment, my body wracked by a pleasure more ferocious than any I’d ever felt before.
The swing slowed, then stopped. Gideon took an extra step toward me that kept him buried inside me. He smelled decadent, primal. Pure sin and sex.
His hands cupped my face. His fingers brushed tendrils of hair off my damp cheeks. My sex spasmed around him, all too aware of how hard and thick he still was.
“You didn’t come,” I accused, feeling far too vulnerable after the insanity of my orgasm.
Gideon took my mouth in a harsh, demanding kiss. “I’m going to restrain your wrists. Then I’m going to come in you.”
My ni**les tightened into painful points. “Oh God.”
“You trust me,” he said again, his gaze searching my face.
I touched him while I still could, my hands sliding over his sweat-slick chest, feeling the desperate beat of his heart. “More than anything.”
“GOOD MORNING, ACE.”
I looked over my shoulder at the sound of Eva’s voice, smiling as I watched her circle the island on her way to the coffeemaker. Her hair was a wild tangle, her legs sexy beneath the hem of the T-shirt she wore.
Returning my attention to the stove and the French toast I was browning in the pan, I asked, “How are you feeling?”