Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 126589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Beth made a happy crooning sound at the sight of his chest and immediately started smoothing her hands over his bare skin.
Her mouth followed her hands, leaving open-mouthed, sweet kisses all over his chest and any other part of his body she could access.
While her mouth was busy, her hands went to work with his fly and he groaned painfully at her clumsy attempts to free his cock.
Finally he had no choice but to gently nudge her hands aside.
“Hugh G isn’t enjoying being manhandled right now, baby. He’s just about ready to blow, so why don’t we let him focus on not doing that right now. Okay? And you can play with him and pet him to your heart’s content later.”
Despite the fact that she looked nearly insensible with lust, Beth still managed to chuckle hoarsely at his words.
“I’m going to hold you to that, Gideon,” Beth croaked while she watched him carefully unbutton his fly—as if he were defusing a bomb—and edge his trousers down over his hips. “Because Hugh G has a date with my mouth later.”
His cock jerked in response to those words and the head went slick with precum.
This woman was going to be the fucking death of him.
Her eyes were on his penis and—if her satisfied grin was anything to go by—she didn’t miss his reaction to her words.
“I’m going to lick my way up from base all the way to tip,” she elaborated in a throaty voice. “Slurp up all of that delicious advanced nectar, make him good and wet with my mouth. Take him as far down into my throat as I can. Deep, smooth, silky suction, I’m going to eat him up and then drink him down—”
She yelped when he put a palm over her mouth to silence the words.
“No, no, no, what the fuck are you doing?” he asked, absolutely aghast. If anyone could make him come with just words, Beth could…with those words.
He kneed her thighs further apart while his other hand found the sweet cleft of her femininity.
She was soaking wet; as turned on as he was.
His fingers explored her drenched pussy, gliding over her hard, pulsing clit, edging her ever closer to climax, while she stared at him helplessly from above the hand he still held clasped over her mouth. He dipped into her overflowing well and she moaned and arched into his touch.
He played there for a while, ruthlessly keeping her orgasm at bay, while her eyes burned into his, challenging, inviting him to do his worst…or best. He wasn’t sure which.
“No condom? Okay?”
Her eyes flared at his words and she nodded. But that wasn’t enough, he needed to hear her say it. He lifted his palm.
“Okay, Beth?”
“Okay, Gideon. No condom.”
She grunted in surprise when, without further discussion, he pushed into her. Giving her his entire length in one, quick stroke.
“Fuck,” he breathed, dropping his forehead to hers, while he just rested there for a moment. “I’m home, baby.”
Her eyes shone with tears when she nodded and agreed, “Yes. You’re home.”
They didn’t speak after that, too focused on the pleasure they were giving and receiving. Gideon lasted longer than he’d expected to, and managed to wring two noisy orgasms out of her, before finally succumbing to his own spectacular climax.
Naked and inside of her.
Exactly where he belonged.
Chapter Nineteen
Gideon and Beth spent the rest of the night in bed. Their first full night in bed together since their initial drunken encounter. This time was different, of course. This time they went into it with their eyes open, they went into it with a mutual respect and understanding of each other. This time they were intimate. And that intimacy made a massive and terrifying difference.
This time they made love, repeatedly, and with great gusto. Sometimes fast and rough, often slow, and exploratory. Their verbal exchanges ran the gamut from crude vulgarity to achingly gentle love words.
To say Beth was confused when she woke up the following morning was understating it.
She was confused, but she had no regrets. This had been inevitable. And yes, it likely was a mistake, but as mistakes went, she felt pretty damned good about it. She knew that emotion had crept into her relationship with Gideon, and that getting hurt was a possibility, but right now—because she knew Gideon had exposed himself to that same likelihood—she was thinking the risk might well be worth it.
She lay sprawled on her stomach, naked with only a sheet draped over her butt to preserve her modesty. And she was alone.
“Gideon?” She sat up in the middle of the messy bed and pushed her hair out of her face. Nothing but silence greeted her. She yawned and looked around for her glasses and her phone. They’d been neatly placed next to one another on the bedside table.
She smiled at the thoughtful gesture, and put on her glasses. She checked the time on her phone. It was nearly ten. Safe to assume that Beth had missed Kenny’s “compulsory” breakfast.