7. Avery #2
My chest goes tight, a sudden wave of emotion hitting me hard. "Then why did you pull back at the farmer’s market? Why did you say you needed to give me space?"
Gideon lets out a rough sigh. He lets go of my chin, his hand sliding down to rest against the back of my neck, his thick fingers brushing my brown hair.
"Because I’m thirty-eight, Avery," he confesses in a whisper. "I have a past that is full of violence. Full of heavy choices. I came back to Foggy Basin because I needed to surround myself in the quiet. You’re sunshine and light. You belong in a world of bright colors. I’m terrified that if I hold onto you too tight, my darkness will smother you.
I’m scared that a quiet bee farmer isn't enough to keep a man like you happy. Once I have you, I know I’ll be afraid of losing you. "
I look at his handsome, serious face, seeing the raw vulnerability in his eyes for the first time. The giant, untouchable mountain of a man is terrified of losing me. Me! The realization sends a rush of absolute warmth straight to my core.
"Gid," I whisper again, reaching up to cup his jaw. His golden-tan skin is rough with stubble against my palm. I trail my hand down to his chest. "You are more than enough. I don't need the chaos of the city to keep me happy. I want the quiet. I want your quiet."
Gideon groans, a deep, gravelly sound that breaks out of his chest. He leans forward and catches my mouth in a possessive, desperate kiss.
This kiss isn't like the playful banter at the boutique or the building heat in the workshop. It’s all that and more.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling myself onto his lap.
Gideon handles me effortlessly, his massive hands gripping my ass and lifting me until I’m straddling his sexy thick thighs.
The weight of his body against mine makes me shiver.
We kiss like that, for a long, heated moment before he pulls back slightly. Both of us are breathing heavily, our foreheads resting together. His eyes are dark, completely consumed with lust.
"Are your legs still sore?" he asks, mischief sparkling in his brown eyes. His large hands slide down my back to grip my hips.
"They do ache," I admit, trying to sound seductive, but my voice is a breathy whisper instead.
Gideon gives me a wild, wicked grin. Leaning over, he reaches for the gift basket he gave me earlier. It’s sitting on my end table. He reaches inside and finds what he’s looking for; a small bottle. It has a handwritten label on it that reads Honey & Lavender.
"I just made this new batch," he rumbles, unscrewing the cap and setting the top on the end table. The rich, soothing scent of sweet honey and calming lavender instantly fills the small space between us. "It relaxes the muscles. Let me help."
"Okay," I breathe, my cock jumping at the mere thought of his hands on me.
Gideon guides me until I’m lying flat on my stomach across the sofa cushions, my head resting on my folded arms. I hear the soft sound of the oil pouring into his palms, followed by the heavy friction of his hands rubbing together to warm the liquid.
Then, his hands touch my bare skin.
I let out a loud, shuddering gasp. He slides his hands under the hem of my shirt, pressing his warm, oil-slicked palms directly against the small of my back.
The heat is incredible. I squirm and maneuver myself enough to take my shirt off, throwing it somewhere on the floor.
Gideon’s hands are massive, easily covering the entire width of my lower back as he begins to push into the muscles with a slow, tantalizing rhythm.
"Oh, fuck. Gid," I whimper, my eyes closing tightly as the intense pressure hits the exact spots where the tension has been building all day.
"Stay still, Avery," he commands softly, his voice a low, dominant rumble right above my ear. "Just breathe, baby."
He moves up my spine. His thick thumbs work along the tight muscles of my shoulders and back down again.
The scent of the honey oil invades my senses, mixing with the natural, musky heat of his skin.
Every touch is intoxicating and feels like a physical brand, proving to me exactly how strong he is, how completely he can take control.
His hands slide down to my waist. His grip is firm as he kneads the tight muscles at the top of my hips.
In a move so quick, I don’t see it coming, he flips me over and unbuttons my pants.
He yanks them down my thighs, and I can't stay quiet. I’m still in my black boxers, but they are made of silk, making it really fucking obvious just how hard I am as I lay there on my back.
Gideon’s eyes darken, and he bites his lip.
That’s the only acknowledgement my hard cock gets before he’s back to massaging my body and working the muscles in my thighs.
Every heavy stroke of his palms combined with the vulnerable position I’m in, draws a moan from my throat, the sound echoing loudly in the quiet apartment.
When I finally think he’s about to give my poor dick some attention, he flips me back onto my stomach, his thick fingers now kneading the back of my legs. Fuuuuck.
"You’re so tense," Gideon chuckles, his hot breath brushing against the nape of my neck as he leans down over me. His broad chest presses lightly against my back, his massive weight anchoring me into the cushions. "You’re carrying everything on your shoulders, Avery. You’re practically working yourself to death over this new line. Even your boss says you need a break."
"No breaks. I have to get these designs right for the launch," I gasp out, still feeling floaty and turned on from his massage.
Gideon stops his movements, his oil-covered hands resting flat against my ass. He leans down, his dark eyes locking onto mine from just inches away.
"You don't," he says, his voice rough and completely steady. "You have me now. I can help, Avery. You just have to trust me."
"I do," I whisper, my eyes stinging slightly with the weight of his devotion. "I trust you, Gid. Only you."
Gideon groans, the final walls of his restraint completely shattering. He hooks his hands under my arms, flipping me over onto my back again so I’m looking up at him. The sexy tank top he’s wearing is discarded in a single, swift motion, revealing his broad chest and the deep ridges of his abs.
He leans over me, his bare skin hot as it slides against the oil on my skin. When his lips meet mine again, the quiet doubts of the town, the stress of the magazine, and the lingering sting of jealousy disappear. And when he kisses his way down my body, my thoughts leave my mind entirely.
To my shock, he skips my throbbing length, and lifts me until I’m fully exposed. His tongue finds my hole, causing me to gasp. “Gideon.” I tremble. He uses his tongue to work me open before finally adding fingers to the mix.
My hole is fully stretched, and yet it’s eagerly twitching for more. “I need you, Gideon.”
“Patience, babe.” He laughs, returning his attention to rimming me.
Several more minutes of this sweet, sensual torture and I’m half convinced I’m horny enough to come from his tongue alone.
It’s only then, does he stand and continues stripping.
He guides the head of us cock to my entrance and slowly pushes in.
The stretch is even more than I remember from five months ago, but it feels so damn good. “Yes,” I pant. “Faster.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. He thrusts forward, my hole swallowing him. My hands fly up above my head and I push against the arm of the sofa. It gives me the resistance I need to push back and ride his thick cock.
“Fuck, Avery. You’re really tight, babe.”
I moan, working my muscles and purposely tightening further. He groans, thrusting harder. We find a frantic, desperate rhythm. Gideon keeps me trapped under his body as we both work toward our release.
“Touch yourself,” he commands. My right hand flies to my cock, without even hesitating.
Holy fuck. I love his dominate side. I begin stroking in time with his thrusts, faster and faster.
We both last longer than I thought we would, but eventually his cock inside of me combined with my perfect strokes is too much.
With a scream, I come, my body tightening around him, begging for his release.
“FUUUCK,” he roars. His thrusts turn erratic as he pounds inside of me and my eyes roll into the back of my head. My cock is spraying cum everywhere, but I don’t care.
“So good, so good,” I chant. The slick glide of his cock almost becomes too much, but my body stays locked in this never-ending orgasm, until finally, Gideon’s heat fills me.
He collapses on top of me, his heavy weight a comforting reminder of how Gideon makes me feel safe. Our bodies are slick from sweat and lavender oil, and yet this moment is absolutely perfect.