Page 41 of The Mistress (Foxgloves #1)
AMELIA
A melia wasn’t a person anymore. She was pure sensation.
Everything about her zeroed in on Gideon’s hands on her, her blood coursing through her, the heat pooling within her, the ache…. Oh, that deep, deep ache that she couldn’t identify but needed satisfied. She knew Gideon would ease it. She needed him. More of him. More of everything that was happening. More, more, more.
He deposited her gently on the bed, and she pulled herself back to its center, not taking her eyes off him. He didn’t join her on the bed. Instead, he looked at her with such intense heat in his eyes, she had to bite back another moan. He wasn’t even touching her. He was just looking at her, and she was at his mercy.
He started undressing, and with each item of clothing he removed, he watched her reaction. Her mouth watered. She couldn’t imagine a more perfect man. She catalogued the muscles he revealed one by one. His tan skin with light dustings of hair. She drank in the sight of him, and when he finally revealed what she had felt against her on multiple occasions now, she instinctively licked her lips.
My God, he was beautiful. Every inch of him. The most beautiful sight she’d ever seen. She itched to run her fingers and then her mouth over those hard ridges and muscles. Memorize the feel of them. She wanted to grasp the hard length of him and please him as he guided her. She wanted to explore that magnificent body and sear it into her mind so she knew it as well as her own.
He climbed over to her, and she laid back as he covered her body with his own.
“You’re so beautiful,” she told him reverently, her fingers coming up to gently trace along the muscles of his chest.
He met her eyes before kissing her again. Her hands had a mind of their own as they continued to run across his chest, his shoulders, his back. His skin was hot to touch, his muscles firm under her fingers.
He moved out of her grasp, lowering himself down her body. He kissed her sensitive breasts, licking and biting until she quivered beneath him. Her hands fell to the sheets, and she fisted them in her grip, surrendering to the feel of him.
“So perfect,” he murmured, his deep voice hoarse from his desire. She could feel his warm breath on her stomach as he continued moving further down.
“Your….” She stopped, correcting herself again. “Gideon. What are you doing?”
“Shh,” he kissed her stomach. “Do you know I love you, Amy?”
“Yes,” it came out as a moan. Just the thought of this strong, resilient, confident man loving her, being soft and warm for her, caring for her…. It pushed her further along the wave her body was steadily climbing.
He rubbed his lips over the skin below her belly button. “Do you trust me?”
“Implicitly,” she answered without hesitation.
She could feel his smile against her skin, and then he moved with purpose. A moment later, he was pushing her legs apart and nestling his shoulders between them.
Her heart pounded in her chest, but she didn’t ask what he was doing again. She leaned into his love and her trust, just like he’d intended her to with his questions.
And then his mouth was on her, and she was gone. His tongue ran up her entrance in a long, steady stroke before he wrapped his lips around her clit. He started off light and teasing. Her body arched off the bed, and he wrapped one hand behind her back to keep her lifted up and angled to him. The other stayed planted on her thigh, holding her open. His tongue flicked and teased before becoming more insistent. He bit down gently and pushed her further, further, further.
She writhed against him as the pressure built, powerful, unstoppable. The ache for him was all-consuming, and still his mouth did not cease. It wasn’t until her body started trembling violently that he finally removed his hand from her back and pushed a single finger into her, stroking. Pleasure rocketed through her. The sounds coming out of her were unholy, and she didn’t care.
It was close. So close, so close, so close. But not enough.
“Gideon,” she panted. “ Gideon ….” It was all she could say. The only thought left in her mind apart from the agonizing pleasure coursing through her.
He added a second finger, stretching her further, before he curled them both inside her. A heavy moan pulled from deep within her chest. Her muscles were coiled so tight, she was sure she was going to rip apart.
Gideon pulled his mouth from her only for a moment.
“Let go, Amy,” he instructed gently in his soft gravel voice, and it pushed her completely over the edge she had been climbing since he first kissed her. She exploded. Her blood pounded through her, reaching the edges of her fingertips, her toes, her lips.
Her body collapsed back to the bed, and he gently kissed the inside of her thigh before crawling back up to align himself with her entrance. She looked at him through hooded eyes and found the crystal green of his on absolute fire for her.
“So stunning,” he whispered before his firm lips were on her again, and the taste of her mixed with him filled her with wanton pleasure. She grabbed at him, unable to get close enough. She wanted to devour him, pull him right into herself.
He growled, ratcheting her wild desire to a fever pitch.
Everything she’d felt so far was amazing, but it still wasn’t enough. If anything, she was more ravenous than before. She needed more. She needed him. She needed closer .
She felt his cock nudging at her center, and she pulled away from his kiss to moan, “ Yes .”
Her word unleashed him. Gideon pushed forward and finally, finally , sank into her. That gorgeous, mouthwatering cock stretched her so deliciously, she almost lost her mind. He must have thought so, too, because he groaned so deeply and uncontrollably, she nearly climaxed from the sound alone. She knew she would become addicted to hearing the sounds of his pleasure.
He was still being gentle, she realized somewhere in the back of her mind, his movements slow and shallow. He wasn’t even fully inside her yet. She understood why a moment later when his strokes came up against resistance. She stiffened at the pinching sensation, but he was there immediately. Kissing her deeply, devastatingly. His hand kneading her breast. His fingers rolling her nipple. His teeth biting her lip. His body covering hers. His scent overwhelming her. She turned to liquid under the onslaught, completely lost to him.
Sensing the moment she relaxed, Gideon shifted his hips and pushed through the barrier within her, causing the pinch to turn sharp, and seated himself fully. She pulled her mouth from his and gasped, scrunching her face.
But Gideon became ruthless. Once he had broken through, he set a punishing rhythm. Circling his hips, he pushed her quickly through the pain until she felt nothing but pleasure and the fullness of him inside her.
She ran her lips along his collarbone, kissing and licking. He hooked one her legs over his arm, pulling it up, and the new angle had him hitting a spot within her that turned her moans into screams. He covered her mouth with his and swallowed the sounds, not stopping or slowing his pace. She began to match his rhythm, her hips meeting his. One of her hands dug into the muscles of his arms, while the other reached up and grabbed the pillow in an iron grip.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled as he continued to slam into her.
She began shaking again as he drove her closer and closer to the edge with each of his deep thrusts.
Gideon buried his head in her neck with a groan that tickled the sensitive skin behind her ear. “Again, Amy. Come for me again.” His voice was aggressively rough, and it was the most erotic sound she’d ever heard. She came undone with a cry of his name, her body clenching down hard on his as he moved inside her.
He made a sound deep in his chest as her climax set off his. He sank his teeth into the skin at the base of her neck as his cock twitched and he pumped his release inside her.
Quiet.
Gideon’s head stayed buried in the crook of her neck as they floated down. He kissed over his bite, releasing her leg, and then raised himself up to look into her eyes. They were both sweaty and panting, and he gently brushed the hair back from her face before cupping her cheek.
He was looking at her with such tenderness, Amelia’s chest hurt from how full her heart felt. As if the organ could no longer fit inside her own body. Turning her head, she kissed the palm of his hand. She looked deep into the emerald green eyes of the most handsome, kind, strong, damaged man she’d ever met. The eyes that pulled her in and bound her to him the very moment they had met hers. She could live and die in his gaze. She hoped she would.
“I love you, Gideon Edwards.”