His mouth released me when I aligned his cock with the opening to my sex. “Take it slow, angel,” he ordered gruffly. “Work it in. I’ll be in you all night and I don’t want you sore.”
Goose bumps swept over my skin. “They wouldn’t imagine taking you slow,” I argued.
Gideon reached up with both hands, pushing the hair back from my face. “You’re not thinking of other women now, angel. It’s you you’re picturing.”
With a start, I realized he was right. The woman mounting him wasn’t one of the leggy brunettes I’d visualized eye-fucking him. That was me. I was the one stroking his cock adoringly. I was the one positioning him, lowering onto him, taking a moment to rub the wide head of his penis back and forth between the lips of my sex.
My husband groaned at the feel of me, his hips lifting slightly, pushing demandingly into the entrance of my body. He grabbed my hips, pulled me down, spreading my sex open with the flared tip of his cock.
“Oh, Gideon.” My eyelids grew heavy as I sank onto him, taking a thick inch inside me.
He lifted me slightly, until just the crown was in me, then lowered me again, making me take more. The tendons in his neck stood out in stark relief. “You don’t want me wearing a sign. You want me wearing you, your tight, little cunt squeezing my cock. You imagine yourself topping me, as I just sit back and let you have it.”
He stretched his arms out along the back of the sofa, displaying that magnificently male torso. “Or do you want me to participate?”
Wetting my dry lips, I shook my head. “No.”
I pushed up, then slid back down. Over and over. Working him deeper each time, until my buttocks sat atop his thighs. He was thick and long. I whimpered softly as he throbbed inside me.
And I didn’t have all of him yet.
Tilting my head, I kissed him, savoring the slow slide of his tongue against mine.
“They’re watching you, aren’t they?” he purred.
“Watching you. When I lift, they can catch a glimpse of you, see how large your cock really is. They want it, ache for it, but it’s mine. You’re the one watching me. You can’t take your eyes off me. For you, there’s no one else in the room.”
“But I still don’t touch you, do I?” His mouth curved wickedly when I shook my head. “I sip the cachaça casually, as if I don’t have the sexiest woman alive riding my dick in full view of everyone. I’m not bored anymore, but then, I never was. I was waiting. For you. Knowing you were there because of the hum in my blood.”
With my hands on his shoulders, I fucked him with cadenced pumps of my hips. He was delicious. The feel of his cock moving inside me. The low, dangerous rumble in his chest that betrayed how aroused he was. The sheen of sweat on his chest. The way his abs clenched when I dropped down and his cock pushed deep. I couldn’t get enough.
And the way he joined my game … how well he knew me … how much he loved me …
Gideon lost himself in sex with me, but he was always aware, his focus on me before his orgasm. He’d recognized my fantasy of exhibitionist sex before I had, and he indulged it. Always keeping me safe, never truly risking exposure but teasing me with the possibility of it. I would never share him that way, I was too possessive. And he would never share even a glimpse of me because he was too protective.
But we teased and we played. For two people for whom sex had been introduced with pain and shame, that we could find such joy and love in the act was wondrous.
“I’m so hard inside you,” he growled, flexing in my sex the way he had in my hand. “The music is loud, so no one hears the sounds I make, but you can feel them. You know you’re driving me crazy. The fact that I don’t show it turns you on as much as being watched.”
“Your control,” I gasped, speeding up the tempo.
“Because I’m topping from the bottom,” he said darkly. “You pretend to be in charge, but that’s not what you want. I know your secrets, Eva. I’ll know them all. There’s nothing you can hide from me.”
He put the pad of his thumb to his lips and ran his tongue across it in a slow, sensual lick, his eyes never leaving my face. Reaching between us, he rubbed my clit in hard, quick circles and I came with a cry, my sex milking his cock in ecstatic ripples.
He exploded into action, catching me close and rising, bearing me down to the couch on my back as he pushed off the floor with his feet, driving that final thick inch of cock inside me. Then he was fucking me with a violent, primal hunger, powering through the ripples of my climax in the race for his own.
Throwing his head back, he gasped my name and jerked inside me. He spurted hotly, groaning, his hips still thrusting as if he couldn’t stop.
Blinking, I came to, slowly aware of moonlight on the ceiling. A pillow cushioned my head and the warmth of a comforter blanketed my nude body.
I turned my head to look for Gideon, but the space beside me was empty, the covers disturbed but folded up neatly. I sat up and looked at the clock. It was almost three in the morning.
Sitting up, I looked toward the bathroom, then the hallway. Faint light filtered in through the crack of the partially closed door. I climbed out of bed and went to it, unhooking the robe that hung on the back. I slid into the peacock blue silk as I left the room, cinching the belt while I walked to Gideon’s home office.
It was the light from that room that lit the hallway and I squinted as I entered, my eyes unaccustomed to the brightness. I took in the scene with a swift glance: the puppy asleep on the dog bed and the pensive man sitting at his desk. His gaze was on the collage of photos of me that graced his wall, his arms balanced on the armrests of his chair, a tumbler of amber liquid held between his hands.
He looked at me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, padding across the room in my bare feet. “You’re not avoiding the bed, are you?”
“No. I should,” he qualified, “but no. I couldn’t sleep.”
“Want me to wear you out?” I offered a smile, which probably looked silly considering I had one eye closed against the glare.
My husband set his drink down and patted his lap. “Come here.”
I went to him, curling up against him with my arms around his neck. I pressed my lips to his jaw. “Something’s bugging you.”
And it had been bothering him all night, whatever it was.
Nuzzling the tip of his nose against the curve of my ear, he whispered, “Is there anything you haven’t told me?”
I frowned and pulled back, searching his face. “Like what?”
“Like anything.” His chest expanded on a deep breath. “Do you have any secrets left?”
I absorbed that, feeling an odd twisting in my stomach. “Your birthday present. But I’m not telling you what it is.”
A tiny smile softened his mouth.
“And you,” I murmur, charmed by that smile. “All the pieces of you that only I know. You are a secret I will keep until I breathe my last breath.”
His head bowed, his hair briefly shielding his face. “Angel.”
“Has something happened, Gideon?”
It took him a long moment to reply. He looked at me. “Would you tell me if someone you knew, someone close to you, was doing something illegal?”
The twisting in my gut turned into a knot. “What have you heard? Is some gossip blog spreading lies?”
He grew tense. “Answer the question, Eva.”
“No one’s doing anything illegal!”
“That’s not what I asked,” he said patiently but firmly.
I recalled the question. “Yes, I’d tell you. Of course. I tell you everything.”
He relaxed. His hand reached up and touched my face. “You can trust me with anything, angel. It doesn’t matter what it is.”
“I do.” I caught his wrist. “I don’t understand why you’re talking like this.”
“I don’t want any secrets between us.”
I shot him a look. “You’re the one who’s been guiltiest about that. You never used to tell me anything.”
“I’m working on that.”
“I know you are. That’s why things are really good between us right now.”
The soft smile came back. “They are, aren’t they?”
“Totally.” I kissed his smiling mouth. “No more running, no more hiding.”
Adjusting his hold on me, Gideon stood, lifting me with him.
“What are we doing?” I queried, burrowing into his warm body.
He headed back to the bedroom. “You’re going to wear me out.”
The next morning passed like the morning before, with Gideon up at the usual time while I lazed naked in the bed like a sloth.
As he knotted his tie in the closet, he glanced away from the mirror to look at me. “What are your plans for the day?”
Yawning, I hugged my pillow closer. “I’m going back to sleep when you leave. Just for an hour. Blaire Ash is stopping by at ten.”
“Is he?” He looked back at the mirror. “Why?”