Chapter 15 Gideon
Gideon
Valencia asked me to stay. And I said no .
That knowledge eats away at me all Saturday morning. I hate that I couldn’t spend the night with the woman I ... adore ... because my demons caught up to me. After I left her, I ran on the treadmill until I’d exhausted myself and still slept poorly.
But Valencia is spending the whole weekend with me, and I’m determined not to let the past interfere.
In a move I now regret, I gave Rodrigo’s number to Valencia, and the two of them went shopping for butt plugs together.
The ones Valencia bought are red and green with heart-shaped plastic crystals on the bases.
She presents them to me after a day of baking gingerbread and drinking coquito, a Puerto Rican holiday drink that’s heavy on the rum.
“We’re really doing this?” I sigh, like Rodrigo didn’t book me a last-minute wax just for the occasion.
“Oh, yeah.” Her dark eyes gleam with merriment. “We are really doing this.”
I’ve been on the giving end of anal a few times—with men and women—but never the receiving end. We’ve both researched best practices, and the plugs Valencia bought are for beginners, but I’m still nervous.
Since I skipped the blindfold last night, I let her insert mine first. The plug is overwhelming, but in a good way, and it intensifies the pleasure when I fuck her from behind, especially with the enticing visual of that red heart-shaped gem in her cute little asshole.
But then Valencia says something that knocks me for a loop. “Gideon, I want to try.”
My brain and hips stutter to a halt. “Try ...?”
She peers at me over her shoulder, her cheek pressed to the bed. “I don’t know if I’ll ever do this level of prep again, so we might as well do it.”
I attempt to clarify. “By it , you mean ...”
I can’t get the words out, but she nods anyway. “Please.”
Please. She wants me to please fuck her in the ass.
My whole body alights with fierce anticipation, but I manage to keep my voice steady. “All right.”
I pull out of her, because I can’t think straight while buried in her cunt. Carefully grasping the jeweled base of her plug, I tug on it gently, teasing her as it slides free. She gives a soft gasp, but I don’t pause. I spit on her asshole and slip the tip of my wet thumb inside.
She whimpers, arching back against me, and I bite off a groan. She’s so fucking tight, clamping around me as I push deeper.
“Oh, God. This might be too much.”
“Easy, Vixen,” I breathe, slowly sliding my thumb in and out. My other fingers grip the curve of her ass cheek for leverage. “How’s it feel?”
“It’s ... it’s good,” she whispers.
“Ready for more?” When she nods, I add lube and replace my thumb with my index and middle fingers, stretching her.
She gives a sharp hiss and her shoulders hunch. “I’m okay,” she says when I pause. “It’s just ... full.”
The way she says full makes me shiver. “Keep communicating with me. And if you change your mind—”
“I know.” She smiles at me over her shoulder. “I trust you.”
That unleashes an avalanche of emotion in me, but despite our agreement, I can’t confess what’s on the tip of my tongue.
Instead, I tell her how beautiful she is and how well she’s taking my fingers, how good I’m going to make her feel, and how hard I’m going to come in her ass.
I say a lot of filthy shit I’d never allow myself to utter if it weren’t for the words I’m trying desperately to hold back.
But Valencia is undaunted. She moans and sighs, and responds with her own dirty talk.
Yes, I make her feel good, and yes, she can’t wait for me to shoot my load in her ass.
Her words: shoot your load . When I ask if she’s a dirty girl and she says, “Only for you ,” I nearly explode right then and there.
Finally, we agree she’s ready. I lube up my cock and position it at her rear entrance. She breathes through the stretch, and when I finally sink inside, it’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt. Tight, and hot, and trusting .
God, she fucking trusts me.
Last night, with the blindfold, it felt like she did, but hearing her say it, while doing this ... it floors me.
Her trust makes it easy to be gentle, but when she demands more, my control snaps. Her mewling cries spur me on as I pound into her, but it’s not enough. I need to see her face.
I pull out and flip her onto her back.
“Hold these,” I growl, shoving her knees up. I’m absolutely feral with the need to make her come.
She complies, spreading herself wide. I pour more lube over both of us, dimly grateful that she laid towels on the bed before we began.
But then I’m pushing into her again, and I can’t think about anything else but our bodies.
I plant one hand on her belly, swirling circles over her clit with my thumb while I pump into her.
Everything is hot and intense and wet and fuck, she feels so good , but then she’s shouting—
“Gideon, I’m coming!”
And she does .
And then I do, rutting like an animal while fire races through my veins, magnified by the plug in my ass. I spurt inside her, then fall to my knees to watch it dripping out of her.
Or maybe my legs buckled. I can’t tell.
I’m breathing hard, the way I do after outracing my demons on the treadmill. But my mind is at peace in a way I’ve never felt before.
“Are you okay?” My throat feels raw. She’s blinking dazedly at the ceiling but shifts her gaze to focus on me.
“I ...” She clears her throat. “I think I had an out-of-body experience.”
I huff out a weary laugh. “I think I did, too.”
“Does it ...?” Her question is slow and uncertain. “Does anal always feels like that, or was this ...?”
The thought goes unfinished, but I know what she means. Was this special? Was this just us ?
“It doesn’t always feel like that.” There’s gravel in my voice, like this is a confession, or a declaration.
Maybe she has some inkling of that, because she doesn’t say anything else, until, “Come here.”
My limbs feel heavy as I climb onto the bed. She helps me remove my plug, then cuddles against my side with her head on my chest.
Me? I still can’t catch my breath. This woman is the stuff of dreams. But she’s real . Real, and right here with me.
For three more days.
I put that out of my mind, because as explosive as tonight has been, there’s something I’m looking forward to even more.
Sleeping with Valencia in my bed.
We shower together, then slide under the covers, naked, warm, and drowsy. I curl around her and press my face into her neck, breathing the scent of her coconut shampoo deep into my lungs.
It’s heaven .
“Good night, Gideon,” she whispers.
And for the first time all year, I fall asleep immediately.