Chapter 22 #2
There was nowhere to hide. Gideon knew all my dirty little secrets, and he wasn’t afraid of them. He relished the opportunity to explore them with me. Suddenly, I wasn’t trying to fix myself on my own. I wasn’t racing against a ticking clock, knowing that when the time was up, he would be gone.
Gideon was here to stay.
I pushed against him, and he rolled onto his back, brows arching in surprise and concern.
I saw the moment he realized I wasn’t stopping him.
It was right about the time that I had his jeans unbuttoned and tugged halfway down his thighs.
He helped me get them off, and then I knelt between his legs and took his cock in my hands.
“Sadie—”
“Don’t you dare tell me not to touch you,” I warned.
His chest heaved with every breath. For the first time, we were both naked with each other.
Equals. I stroked him with my hand, then, before he could protest, I took him in my mouth.
He swore, hands flying to my head, and I sucked him with all the expertise I’d honed when I thought I had to make up for my body’s quirks.
It didn’t feel like I had a malfunctioning body anymore.
With the dilator still inside me and pleasure winding tight in the pit of my stomach, it felt like my body was working exactly as designed, because we fit together like we were made for each other.
My lips wrapped around his thickness and I took as much of him into my mouth as I could, wrapping my hand around the base when he bottomed out against the back of my throat.
I doubted I’d ever be able to feel his cock between my legs; he was simply too big.
But it didn’t matter. There were plenty of other things we could do.
“That medical device still inside you?” Gideon asked between pants.
I gave him a hard suck in response to that insolence, and he let out a breathless laugh as he swore.
I sucked up to his tip, released, and giggled, leaning my forehead against his hip as I stroked him with my hand.
He gathered my hair in his hands and gripped it in a fist as he stared down at me—and I saw the same hungry look in his eyes that I’d seen the very first time we stared at each other, standing in the aisle on our wedding day.
He’d wanted me from the start, just like I’d wanted him.
And I realized something. “You must’ve lied on your profile too,” I said, and straightened. I frowned down at him, my hand still wrapped around his throbbing cock. “Gideon Mars,” I chided. “On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your desire for sex?”
“Right now it’s about a fucking million,” he rasped, rocking his hips into my grip. He groaned. “Now stop talking and suck me off, babe.”
“You are so freaking rude.” But it turned me on when he talked dirty to me.
He laughed, and there was nothing but tenderness in his gaze. “I want you to come with my cock in your mouth and that toy in your pussy,” he said, eyes dark.
It was the first time he’d asked me for anything during sex—and he was asking me to orgasm. My pleasure was his pleasure.
So I reached between my legs as I lowered my lips to his tip, and I got myself off while I sucked his cock.
His grip on my hair tightened, and he came in hot spurts down my throat as I moaned.
Then he pulled me up the bed beside him, rolled me onto my back, and buried his head between my legs.
I moaned as he slid the dilator out of me and gasped when his fingers replaced it.
He was desperately hungry, and he didn’t stop until I was a boneless, sweaty, satisfied mess.
GIDEON
Her touch was as gentle as a butterfly’s kiss.
She traced the scars on my shoulder, down my triceps, and across my forearm.
The deadened skin still had no sensation, but I could feel the pressure of her touch on my arm.
Part of me wanted to tell her to stop; it didn’t feel right for someone so beautiful to touch all the ugly parts of me.
But Sadie rested her head in the crook between my chest and shoulder on my good side, her arm draped across my body as she explored the boundary between healthy skin and damage.
Her leg was thrown over both of mine, her nakedness a reminder of what we now shared.
I would deal with the discomfort of being examined this way, because putting even an inch of distance between our bodies was out of the question.
“There’s one good thing about the fire,” she said suddenly, fingers ghosting up my forearm and lingering at the elbow.
My cock stirred. Her touch was addictive. With my eyes closed, I let out a low grunt. “What’s that?” I asked.
“It spared your biceps.” Her hands covered the muscle and stroked. Squeezed. “Losing them would’ve been a real tragedy.”
My eyes cracked open, and I glanced down at my impertinent wife. Her eyes glimmered with humor, lips trembling as she tried to hold back her grin.
“You’ll pay for that,” I growled.
Her smile widened. “But is it a lie?”
She squealed as I flipped her onto her stomach and reached between her legs. Dripping wet. Lusty, perfect wife. Her gasp was my sustenance. I could listen to her make that noise for hours. I draped my body over hers, pinning her to the mattress as I stroked her to madness.
And when I used my knees to hold her legs together and fitted myself in the soft, fleshy space between her thighs, she whimpered so sweetly I knew I’d do anything for her. I rutted against her, grunting as she writhed and bucked beneath me. She was slick and hot and I’d never felt anything so good.
“Gideon,” she whined, and I hushed her, brushing her long brown hair off her shoulders so I could kiss the nape of her neck. She pushed her ass into me, needy, desperate. I loved her like this. I loved her all ways, but I especially loved her like this. No one got this side of her but me.
Reaching around to her front, I pressed against her clit the way I knew she liked. She shuddered and cried my name, and I couldn’t wait any longer.
I sat back, took myself in hand, and painted her curves with my release. Marked her—branded her—as pleasure shattered through me.
She turned her head and looked at me with one eye, her breath coming fast and hard.
In Sadie’s gaze, I saw everything: How she wanted more, but she was afraid to ask because she’d learned she didn’t deserve it. She thought I was keeping score. Thought this was over just because I’d had an orgasm.
I smiled. It would be my life’s mission to make her realize that I was here to service her as often and as enthusiastically as she required. I grabbed her hips and hauled them up, then lay down beneath her swollen cunt and guided her back down to my mouth.