She slid the buttons out of the loops and opened her blouse. His eyes darkened with lust. When he looked at her like that, her brain just seemed to short out and her body took over. It was exactly what she needed. Gedeon always seemed to know and he provided it for her.
His shirt was already off. When had he taken it off? His chest was magnificent. She loved his chest. She slipped the catch on her bra and set it aside with her blouse, her gaze dropping hungrily to the front of his body. It was so strange, a true puzzle. He was a big man, and when she was in the thrall of her leopard, she could take him deep in her mouth, but when it was just her with her man, no matter how hard she tried, she could only fit so much of him in. But she loved the taste of him. The texture of him. Most of all, she loved how it made him feel when she did her best to take him deeper and deeper.
Gedeon had carried a backpack into the cabin and now he opened it. Pulling out a blanket, he spread it over the counter. “Sit up there, Lotus.”
She raised her eyebrow but did as he ordered. The counter was right in front of the sink. The water was pump action, gravity fed. She wouldn’t want to try to use it after it hadn’t been used for a long while. The window was a long bay window taken out of another structure and was now streaked with dirt. Still, the sun shone through, so when she sat on the counter, she knew Gedeon could see every inch of her body easily.
He came across the room dressed only in his lightweight cotton drawstring trousers. He stretched her left leg to one side as if she were doing the splits and gently placed her foot on a small ledge she hadn’t noticed. He then did the same with the right.
“Is that position uncomfortable?”
It wasn’t. She was very limber and made certain to keep herself that way. She shook her head.
“Good. Lean back on your elbows.” He reached into the duffel bag and brought out a small pillow he slipped between her shoulder blades and neck. “Stay like that. I don’t want you to move at all.”
Meiling shivered at his tone. His blazing eyes held hers captive for a moment and then dropped to her neck. He pushed her hair out of the way, the pads of his fingers lingering on the bruises there. He bent his head slowly and brushed his lips over each mark. A whisper. Barely there. Back and forth. His tongue touched the marks. Licked at them soothingly—except Meiling didn’t find his ministrations soothing at all.
His body was wedged between her spread legs. The material of his trousers rubbed against her bare inner thighs. Against the lips of her exposed sex. Against her inflamed clit. Each time he moved, she was more aware than ever that beneath the fabric covering his body, his cock was hard and straining, rubbing tightly against her now-slick and pulsing entrance. Her entire attention was centered on her desperately growing need. His was all about the bruising on her neck and shoulders.
She made a soft sound of distress and rocked her hips into him. At once he turned his head, his eyes meeting hers.
“Did you already forget what I asked of you? Don’t move, baby.”
He was asking the impossible and he knew it. Meiling needed to rub against him just a little harder and she might be able to implode. She took a deep breath and forced her body to stay still. She knew Gedeon. He was well aware of what he was doing to her. He returned to inspecting her body, this time shifting to the other side of her neck. As he did so, he pressed tightly against her wet core, causing her breath to hitch and the muscles in her thighs to jump.
Fire raced up her legs. Tension coiled tighter in her sex. She needed to grip something—anything—with her fists, so she caught at the blanket. Gedeon’s head dipped lower, to her right breast, and despite her best effort, when he sucked gently, her body shuddered with pleasure, and she rocked her hips against his cock and ground down in desperation.
He moved back, a torturously minuscule movement, just enough that it was impossible for her to reach him and get any kind of relief.
“Gedeon, really, I’m all right.”
“I have to see for myself. You’re covered in bruises, Meiling.” He sucked at her left breast and then kissed the bruises on her belly. “Bites can get infected.” He suddenly crouched low. “You have these bite marks on your thighs. Clearly I got carried away.” He gripped her calves, kissed his way along her outstretched left leg and then slowed to run his tongue over the bites marring her inner thigh.