Release seared through her like a white-hot blade, blinding in its intensity. Sensations racked her on waves of unadulterated pleasure that gripped her for an eternity, exquisite and joyous.
She came back on a sobbing pant of gratification. Aftershocks trembled through her as she became aware of Gideon kissing his way up her torso, pushing aside the T-shirt. He lifted onto an elbow to admire the quivering breasts he’d bared, then slowly lifted his gaze to her face.
Adara felt utterly defenseless and he made it worse when he said, “Now imagine how you would feel if I left you right now.”
The way she had been leaving him in exactly this state for weeks.
He began to roll away and her world crashed in. “Don’t!” she cried.
He showed her the condom he’d reached for. “I can’t,” he said with a near-bitter fatalism. He opened his shorts and pushed them down, kicking his shorts free.
The thrust of his erection was as powerfully intimidating as ever, but she positively melted with anticipation. “Can I—” She tried to help him with the condom.
“Next time, Adara. For God’s sake, just let me get inside you.”
He lifted to cover her, his weight a sweet dominance as he pushed into her, filling her with the heat of his length and rocking his hips so he was seated as deeply as possible. Then he weaved his fingers into her hair and nuzzled light kisses on her brow and cheekbones, giving her time to adjust to his penetration.
“You don’t know what it’s been like,” he grumbled.
She had an idea. Her body was barely hers, responding to the feel of him so strongly that just the thick stretch of him inside her and the faint friction of their tiniest movement was setting off another detonation. It would have been humiliating if it wasn’t so amazingly, sweetly incredible.
“Oh, God, Gideon. I’m sorry,” she moaned and scratched at his rib cage as she tilted her hips for more pressure and shuddered into ecstasy beneath his weight.
“Oh, babe,” he said consolingly against her lips, rocking lightly to increase the sensations, forcing and prolonging her climax. “You missed this, too.”
She shattered, unable to stop herself gasping in joy
“Don’t be arrogant,” she warned a minute later, turning her face to the side in discomfiture as she tried to catch her breath.
“I’m not, I swear I’m not.” His breath was hot on her ear before his tongue painted wet patterns on her nape.
“You don’t seem quite as swept away as I am,” she said pointedly, pressing against the wall of his chest.
“I’m barely hanging on. Can’t you feel me shaking? If I was naked, I’d have been lost on the first thrust. Being inside you is so good, babe. I never want to leave. It’s always like this, like I’m in heaven.”
Her heart seemed to flower open to him and her hands moved on him of their own volition, absorbing that he was, indeed, trembling with strain.
“I thought I was the one shivering,” she confessed softly.
“I live for this, Adara. The feel of you under me, the way you smell, the heat and the insane pleasure of feeling you around me.” He pressed deep as he spoke, sparking a flare of need in her for another and another of those fiercely possessive thrusts.
“Don’t stop,” she begged. “It feels too good.”
With an avid groan, he took her mouth in a deep soul kiss and thrust in a purposeful, primal rhythm. The sensations were nearly too much for her, but she couldn’t let him go, couldn’t give it up. Her legs locked around him and her heels urged him to heavier, harder slams of his hips into hers. This wasn’t a man initiating a virgin; it was too halves trying to meld into a whole. The sensations were acute and glorious and feral.
And when the culmination arrived, it was a simultaneous crescendo that burst from the energy between them, surrounding and sealing them in a halo of shimmering joy as they clung tightly to the only thing left in the universe. Each other.
* * *
Gideon left Adara at a complete and utter loss. She always left the bed first, hitting the shower so she could recover her defenses after letting them fall away during sex. Lovemaking always made her feel vulnerable, and after acting so greedily and helpless to her desire for him, she needed alone time more than ever. She’d never felt so peeled down to the core in her life
But Gideon disappeared into the bathroom, stealing her favorite line of escape. She sat up, thinking to dress, but then go where?
The toilet flushed and she flicked the corner of the duvet over her nudity, not sure where to look when he came out of the bathroom. He struck a pose in the doorway with elbows braced and a near belligerence in his naked stance.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, unnerved by his intense stare.
“Nothing. You?” He seemed almost confrontational and it got her back up.