Chapter Twelve #3
Gideon followed its trail with ravenous eyes.
The perfect globes of her pearlescent breasts were fuller and rounder than before, the nipples a deep red and proudly erect.
Her waist was still slim, but the curve of her lower belly was undeniable now that she was bare before him.
Her pale flesh was smooth and taut as if she’d been carved from marble by the most skilled of sculptors.
The curls guarding her sex were already glistening with her arousal.
An enraptured growl rumbled from deep in his chest. She was glorious.
He pulled her into his arms, crushing every curve and plane of their bodies together, and claimed her mouth as his.
Gently, he maneuvered them to the mattress.
Their legs tangled together and he raised his thigh to her damp heat, losing his breath when she rocked against the pressure.
She was so swollen, so wet for him already.
Her hands coasted across his back and buttocks, gripping and squeezing with increasing boldness as she went.
With great difficulty, Gideon broke away from her lips and trailed his mouth down her throat.
He braced his arms on either side of her head, hovering above her as he licked and tasted the delicate skin of her throat.
He gradually made his way down her body, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to her sternum while cupping the weights of her breasts.
He closed his lips over one of her ripe-berry nipples and might have thought he’d caused her pain for the strength of her cry, but, rather than push him away, she held him in place with her hands tangled in his hair.
He lavished attention on one and then the other until she undulated beneath him, seeking the contact her body craved.
As he prowled down her body, Gideon sliced open his heart and allowed every word he held inside to pour forth.
He spoke against the alabaster perfection of her stomach, the perfect divot of her navel.
“To see your body swelling with my child…to witness the undeniable evidence that you are mine…there is nothing in this world that makes me harder or arouses me more.” He palmed her stomach, marveled at the life growing within and the woman who nurtured the miracle.
“Not a day has gone by that my cock hasn’t begged for you; my mouth hasn’t watered with the memory of tasting you.
I want you again and again, Caro—as many times as you will allow me.
You are everything I’ve always wanted and everything I never realized I needed.
I ache every time I hear your laughter, I throb each time your eyes meet mine.
Even if I do not show it in the moment, know you do that to me and I have no control over it. ”
She whimpered and mewled as his warm breath tickled the curls at the juncture of her thighs.
He inhaled deeply, scenting the sweet aroma of her arousal.
It struck him so powerfully that his hips made an involuntary thrust against the mattress.
He couldn’t wait to sink into her, to feel the pulsations of her climax as it mercilessly ripped his own release from his body.
He pressed her thighs wide and gazed his fill of the pink dripping petals of her sex.
“If anyone believes me to be in control in this marriage, they would be wrong,” he breathed and felt her lift her head to watch him.
He met her eyes over the gentle curve of her ripening stomach.
“You are the one with the power; you can break me so badly I would never be whole again.”
With that, Gideon dipped his head and pressed his mouth to her.
Caro’s cries as he stroked her with long, slow licks turned into sobs of pleasure and nonsensical praise as he swirled around the nubbin at the crux of her sex.
Quickly finding a rhythm she preferred, he continued his onslaught of her body, spreading her wide with his thumbs and palming her inner thighs as wide as they would go.
The wet sounds they made were obscene and incredibly arousing.
She moaned and pulsed around his tongue as it speared into her as deeply as it could.
She tasted of late summer peaches and honey, impossibly sweet and slightly earthy. She was heaven.
He groaned his pleasure as she locked her fingers in his hair and held him still as she rocked against his lips.
He let her use him and loved every second of it.
He realized how close she was already when he dipped the tip of one thumb into her tight, wet sheath.
She was so damned tight and dripped with need.
He listened as her breathing caught and the pitch of her vocalizations changed. Just when the time was right, Gideon pulled back, growling in delight at the stinging tug of her fingers in his hair when he did so.
“No!” Caroline sobbed. “Don’t! Don’t stop—don’t—” Her words died on a scream of relief as he shoved inside of her to the hilt, filling and stretching her to her limit.
She was so ready, so slick, so primed, her body offered no resistance other than to welcome him with the most sinfully delicious embrace.
Immediately, he began to pump his hips in deep, claiming thrusts. He held her thighs wide, offering him an uninhibited view of his body claiming hers again and again. It took only three strokes and Caroline was clawing at the bedsheets and tossing her rose-gold head, her body clamping down on his.
“Yes, Gideon!” she screamed over and over until she could only mouth the words, too overcome by the blinding pleasure of her climax to continue.
It took everything in him not to spill as her body tightened and tensed around his.
He continued pounding into her, never breaking his rhythm, continuing to drag out wave after wave of her release.
Every smack of his thighs on her bottom, every trembling breath drove him higher.
Her arms alternated between pushing him away from her highly sensitized body and clutching him close for more, more, more.
He was only too happy to oblige, continuing until they were both slick with sweat.
Finally, Caro raked her nails along his ribs and he was lost. His orgasm built from the base of his spine, humming with white-hot ferocity, climbing higher and higher until he was consumed by it.
Unleashing a curse, his hips gave a few more deep, grinding thrusts until every muscle seized.
Their bodies pressed flush together, his climax ripped through him with a roar.
The knowledge that each pulse filled her with more of his seed, marked her further as his, dragged out the pulsations until he was too weak to hold himself aloft.
He dropped to the mattress as a sweating, panting mess, but he’d never been happier than when Caroline took no coaxing to wrap herself around him.
They held each other tightly, reveling in the warmth and comfort of one another’s arms, and were lulled to sleep by the gentle metronome of their heartbeats.