Page 38 of Love At the Gates of Hell (The Seven Sinners Trilogy #1)
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Gideon
Benny was laughing.
It was a sweet sound, a little breathless, her fingers tugging at his hair still damp from the shower as he dragged his mouth down her throat.
Gideon hadn’t exactly expected that to be the first sound she made, but it wasn’t the worst reaction, right?
He continued his path across her skin, his lips working their way at the soft curve where her neck met her shoulder, and her laughter quieted into a soft hum, a low moan as his teeth nipped at her skin.
She dug her nails into his shoulders, the sting echoing through the rest of him, and he relished in the feel of it.
This was the kind of pain he liked.
Her body arched against his as he cupped her breast, fingers finding the soft peak of her nipple, his thumb teasing until it grew hard under his touch, another whimper passing through her lips as he replaced his fingers with his tongue.
But it was the friction of bare skin on bare skin, both still slick from the shower, that turned him hard.
Again.
As if he hadn’t been since she dragged him into her bedroom.
But there was that laughter again, soft, but still there.
He drew his eyes up, fixing her with a curious glance as he shifted to his side.
“You know, the laughing would be cute if I wasn’t working toward different kind of noise,” he told her, his finger grazing a steady and slow line from her between her breasts down to her belly button.
“I’m sorry,” she said, her body squirming under his touch, her head turning to meet his gaze, her skin just slightly flushed and pink. “I just can’t believe I finally have you naked, and I’m staring up at a ballerina kitten poster.”
“Finally?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“A woman might have thought about it.”
“I’m gonna want to know more about that later.”
He hadn’t given one thought to the posters on the walls, far too consumed with the woman beside him, all lush curves and soft skin and beautiful wide mouth.
But his eyes flickered around the room, his lips curving into a smile when he took in their surroundings—the pink walls, the posters and prints framed above the bed, the comforter they were currently laying on top of a sort of pastel celestial thing.
And then there was Benedetta Russo, who wore band T-shirts and sneakers.
He leaned in to press a kiss against her stomach, his hand squeezing at the curve of her hip. “If all you can think about is that cat poster, I’m not working hard enough.”
“Maybe so,” she hummed, her fingers toying with his hair.
It was his turn to laugh, the sound muffled against her skin as he trailed kisses down the soft swell of her belly.
His lips lingered at the small patch of curls between her thighs, his breath ghosting against her skin as she let her legs part for him.
He bit back a groan, grateful for the invitation.
Benny let out a little breath as he draped her leg against his shoulder, his mouth trailing errant kisses along her inner thigh.
He teased his thumb against her clit, finding her wet and perfect and so fucking soft as he slid in one finger, then another.
She twitched beneath his touch, and he felt his cock mimic the feeling, but all he wanted to do was find out if she was as sweet here as she was everywhere else.
“Fuck, Benny,” he breathed. “I can’t wait to find out how you taste.”
She gasped as his mouth found her once again but this time right at the core of her, his tongue teasing her, taking his time, tasting her slowly.
And fuck if he wasn’t right. If she wasn’t absolutely fucking perfect.
If he wasn’t eager for the way her legs wrapped around him or the way her hands turned to fists in his hair as he worked his fingers in tandem with his tongue.
“ Oh ,” she said, her voice soft, her hips rising just slightly.
His other hand splayed against her stomach, pressing down to keep her steady beneath him as he crooked his fingers just slightly, enough to draw another low and heady moan from Benny.
His eyes flickered up as he worked his tongue deeper inside of her, watching as her back arched, her eyes fluttering shut, a smile working its way across her face. It was blissful, free, relaxed.
Rare emotions considering the last couple of days.
Well, he was going to make sure this lasted.
He drew her clit into his mouth, increasing the pressure of his fingers, and he could feel her body twitch again, her grip in his hair tightening.
“Gideon, oh, I’m—”
But her body finished the sentence her mouth couldn’t as she reached her peak.
It was in the way her thighs tightened around his shoulders, the little convulsions of pleasure in her body that vibrated against his own, and the muffled scream, the back of her hand pressed up against her mouth to combat the sound.
It seemed to undulate through her until she was giggling through unsteady breaths, curling her upper body slightly.
But he stayed put, gripping her tightly, savoring the taste of her until she was pliant beneath him.
And even then, even as he drew back, he was still invested in tracing every line of her body with his mouth.
His hands smoothed along her thighs as he rested back on his heels.
His eyes trailed the length of her body and the way it fit so neatly against his as he positioned himself between her legs.
Benny looked up at him from beneath those thick, long lashes and eyes that were so dark and round and warm.
But her lips were curling into a smile, her gaze steady as she reached for him and it lit him up from the inside.
“Come here, please.”
“Yes?” he replied as he leaned back down, unable to hide his own smile as she wrapped her arms around him. “Can I help you?”
“Do you think,” she started, her fingers beginning to trace little shapes against his skin, her tone innocent and questioning, and Gideon knew it wouldn’t matter what she asked for, he would do it, “that little go bag of yours has condoms along with whatever three-piece suit you have tucked away in there?”
He stifled his laugh. “As a matter of fact, Benedetta, it does.”
He was the kind of guy who liked to be prepared.
She pressed a soft kiss to his jaw as those shapes she was tracing turned into a sharp line down the center of his back, and he could feel his muscles twitch at the sensation.
And when her mouth moved to his throat and her teeth nipped at his skin, she lifted her hips just slightly against his.
He could feel his cock press at the slick center of her and he bit back another groan.
“You should get one,” she said, her voice barely a whisper in his ear. “Or two.”
He pressed a kiss to her mouth before he pushed himself up.
Who was he to keep the woman waiting? Even if the sudden loss of her warmth left a chill working its way through his skin.
He wasn’t actually sure where he kept the condoms, somewhere in a side pocket, and after removing an extra round of ammo and a pair of black of gloves, he found them.
Benny was kneeling on the bed when he turned back, resting on her heels, her hair a mass of curls and waves around her face.
Her skin was tinged with a little pink, her hips bearing the faint marks of where he’d held her.
She was chewing on her bottom lip, her eyes trailing his every movement.
He felt a weird tug in his chest, a twist, an ache, and he rubbed at the spot absently as he reached the foot of the bed.
She took the condoms from his hand with a sly smile. “I’ll take these, thank you.”
They were nearly eye-level with each other, the lift of the bed giving her a bit of a boost, and before he could even question her, she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him.
She leaned in, letting her body rest against his, her breasts pressed up against his chest, her hips nearly aligned with his.
Gideon’s hands found the small of her back, the curve of her ass, the soft flesh as he dug his fingers into her skin.
He wasn’t sure he had ever wanted someone so badly before. And when her mouth trailed from his, finding its way down to his chest and then his abdomen, the muscles contracting with every swipe of her tongue, something a little wistful passed through his lips. Like a sigh molded around her name.
“Benny—”
She had wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, her tongue drawing light circles around his shaft, her back arched enough that he had this incredible view of her ass if he watched her.
But he could feel his eyes flutter shut as she took him into her mouth and his head tilted back, his throat working over itself.
He wrapped her hair around his fist as she let his cock slide in and out and the way she stroked him made his muscles tighten.
His hips gave a little twitch, and he moaned, unable to help himself.
She felt too good. He ran his tongue over his teeth as he opened his eyes, seeing the way she looked up at him as she took him further, deeper, and he could have died right there.
But she drew back just slightly, and he could hear the tear of the wrapper.
And he could hardly contain himself once she rolled it down.
Gideon wrapped his arm around her lower waist and moved them both further up the bed until her body was once again beneath his, her legs drawn up against his hips.
She was looking up at him with that smile, a little self-satisfied smirk, and she was right.
She had gotten him.
He’d nearly come with just her mouth.