I couldn’t have stopped myself if I’d wanted to. Just as he dipped his tongue in again, I climaxed hard, gushing in his face. My legs shook at the force of the orgasm.
Gideon was on top of me in seconds, not leaving a moment for me to recover. His hard cock aligned at my pussy, the head pressing against my clit. Oh, fuck, I wanted that too, so badly, even though I’d just come.
I sucked in a ragged breath and noticed that Gideon was panting too, a rasp creeping into his breath. I doubted he’d want to admit it, but sex took a lot out of a person physically. It must be hard on his lungs. The final act would be even more so. He didn’t look like he had any intention of slowing down, though, no matter what it did to him.
I wasn’t going to remind him of his one weakness, but I could give him an excuse to recover a bit. I tugged at his shirt. When Gideon hesitated, I pouted at him. “Isn’t it a little unfair that I’m completely naked while not a single piece of clothing has come off you?”
Gideon’s eyes heated before he chuckled. “I like seeing you this way. You’re perfect.” He ran his hands along the sides of my body, which made my pussy clench again. Just his simple touch seemed to ignite every one of my nerve endings. “I, however, am not.”
I tipped my head to the side against the pillow. “What are you talking about?”
He hesitated again and then put his hands under his shirt to pull it off, revealing a slim but leanly muscled chest marked with a dark tattoo that covered him from collarbone to belly.
My eyes widened as I took it in, tracing the tendrils that rose from the top of the menacing shape and the dark eyes that peered into mine from the shadowy figure’s face. A few of the whirling lines followed ridges in his skin—the raised lines of scars. They blended into the strokes of the tattoo, but it didn’t hide them completely.
Tension gripped Gideon’s body as he watched me. I grazed my fingers down the center of his chest, avoiding the scars. “What is it?”
“The darkest god there is, ruler of death and destruction.” His mouth twisted. “If the scars from the surgery were never going to go away, I figured I should do my best to turn them into something powerful.”
“It’s stunning,” I said honestly.
A hint of a smile came back to Gideon’s lips. “Hades seemed particularly appropriate. He too was shunned by his siblings and cast out of his own home. He always fascinated me with his shadowy prowess. And besides, I’ve looked him in the eye and survived him—several times now.”
“Can I…” I trailed off, letting the question hang in the air between us. This was an important moment between him and me, and in some ways even more intimate then when he was fucking me with his tongue just moments ago.
Gideon nodded. I ran my hand farther across the expanse of his chest, admiring the taut planes of muscle that defined his slender frame. I could feel the strength running through his body, even when I gently traced the scars. I stopped, fingers splayed, right where his heart thundered in his ribcage against my palm.
“I’m not fragile,” Gideon said. “I know physical strength isn’t my forte, but I won’t break apart under your fingers.”
“I know that,” I said. “You’re not fragile in any way.” I thought of how little Gideon had protected Wylder in school all those years ago, how he was still protecting him all these years later. “You’re brave and strong—and powerful.”
He gazed at me until I couldn’t bear it any longer. I pulled him down to me and kissed him hard. Then I pushed us onto our sides and sat up next to him, fumbling with the button of his fly. Gideon helped, yanking off his slacks and his boxers. He grabbed a foil packet from his pocket before kicking them off the mattress onto the floor.
“You came prepared,” I said, delighted and amused.
Gideon shot me a rare grin. “I try to anticipate every possible situation.”
I admired his cock, my mouth watering. Thick veins ran down its substantial length, and the bob of its head practically called out to me. I snatched the condom from him and nudged him down on his back as I straddled his legs.
Gideon stared up at me. “Mercy, what—”
“No arguments,” I said, tapping my finger to his lips and then rolling the condom over his length. His breath stuttered, and his cock pulsed against my fingers. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to feel it inside me.
I positioned myself over him and stroked my fingers over his tattooed chest again, holding his gaze. The sultry seductress role had never felt all that natural to me, but right now, it was as if some kind of goddess had taken me over. This position would be easier on Gideon’s lungs, but that didn’t mean he had to give up the control he’d obviously been enjoying so much.
“I want to ride my dark god and do his bidding,” I purred. “What would you have me do first?”
Desire flared in Gideon’s eyes. He gripped my thighs. “Take me,” he ordered. “All of me.”
I was more than happy to fulfill that desire.I plunged down over him, and he thrust up to meet me. Pleasure crackled through me as my pussy stretched to accommodate him. When he was completely inside me, I gasped at the feeling of fullness. Looking down, I took in our joined bodies, licking my lips at the erotic sight.
“Ride me,” Gideon commanded. “Hard and fast like I know you’ll like it.”
Hell, yes. The authority in his voice turned me even slicker around him.
I raised myself up and lowered myself again, gaining speed as I found my rhythm, and Gideon matched me stroke for stroke. He thrust slow and deep and then faster, with a rolling motion I realized was mimicking the strokes that had gotten me off so well with his tongue. The man was a fast learner.
Sweat rolled down my chest and glazed his. As we rocked together, I leaned down to reclaim his mouth. He kissed me back hungrily, tugging my hair in the way he’d discovered that sent sparks shivering from my scalp all the way to my sex. Then he raised his hips beneath me to press his cock against just the right spot inside me to make me shatter apart again.