Her face is so red now. I can see her blush disappearing under the collar of the sweatshirt she’s wearing. It’s fucking adorable.
“Yes, I mean, sure. I mean, ugh, I don’t want you to feel obligated?—”
“Baby, there are plenty of things I feel obligatedto do. Taking out the trash, doing my taxes, talking to my dad about classic cars... Finding the best ways to make you squirt is something I’m dying to do.” I nibble on her lips, living for the little moan she tries to hide. “Think of it as a higher calling.”
She laughs at that, shaking her head.
“You know, you act like you don't have a way with words, but that's some serious dirty talk,” Sheena says as she leans back on the bed, resting her elbows on the mattress, a challenge burning in her eyes.
“You like that, baby? Did it make you wet?” I stare down at her sweatpants as I run my index finger along the waistband, noting how her breathing picks up.
“Why don't you find out?” Her words are barely a whisper, but they’re all I need.
I slide my finger into her panties, pleased to find she's as soaked as I imagined. She arches into my touch, but I tease her, running the tip of my finger everywhere except where she wants it. Soon, she's thrusting her hips up, demanding more. I keep up the light touches until she's grumbling with frustration.
“Gideon, please.”
I stare up at her as she says it again.Gods, I love hearing those words.
“Do you need something, baby?” I attempt an innocent face, but she's not having it.
“Yes, obviously, I need to come.” She sits up fully then, gripping my hair roughly with her fingers. A single bead of sweat drips down her temple. I can't resist licking it away.
“Put your hands behind your head, grip the sheets, and don't let go,” I demand. “If you hold on tight, I’ll give you what you want.”
Her pupils dilate. She takes a second to consider my order, before she rips off her sweatshirt and flops back so fast I don't know if I want to laugh or cheer. Sheena fists the sheets, her eyes drifting closed, chest heaving. It’s so sexy.
I get rid of her pants in record time.
She’s gorgeous. Perfection.She looks like a full meal, and I don't give her time to feel self-conscious, diving right in to enjoy my feast. I start gently, letting her get used to the pressure of my tongue and savoring her taste. She squirms beneath me, but she doesn't let go of the sheets.
“Good girl,” I growl the words against her clit, then slip two fingers inside her, curling them until I find the spot I'm looking for. I tap against it firmly, sucking her clit into my mouth at the same time. She digs both of her heels into the bed and arches her back to get as close to my mouth as possible, whining and bucking against my tongue.
Her orgasm hits us both like a tidal wave.
Sheena’s entire body bows, except for her inner muscles, which clench and flutter around my fingers. Her eyes shoot open, glowing purple and locking onto me as she screams. I stroke her gently as she comes down, then lick my lips and fingers thoroughly.
“That's one,” I tell her. “For not telling you about the mate bond.” I kiss her soft, silky thigh, enjoying the moment her eyes widen when she makes sense of my words.
Before she can speak, I dive in again, enjoying the way her legs squeeze my head like she can’t help herself. She can crush my head like a fucking grape for all I care; I'll die happily with my tongue buried inside her.
When she comes again, I give her a second to breathe and another apology.
“That one is for not going after you, for not fighting for us.” Her fingers let go of the sheets and burrow down into my curly hair. She runs her nails along my scalp. Everything feels so right.
I bring her over the edge two more times before I'm satisfied—once for yelling at her in the living room and again for giving her the silent treatment in the gym. By the time I’m done, her damp hair is falling out of its messy bun and sticking to her temple. Her arms tremble violently. I kiss my way up her body, pressing soft kisses to her cheek, her forehead, and finally, her lips.
“Your eyes are purple, baby.” They flash brighter, turning a vibrant color that reminds me of royalty. It’s beautiful.
When her eyes widen and her hands come up to feel her face, I can tell she’s about to panic. “That’s nothing to worry about,” I assure her. “What color are my eyes?”
“Golden,” she rasps the word. “Like treasure.” Her voice is hoarse from screaming, and she seems embarrassed.
“Speaking of treasure,” I hum. “I’ve had my appetizer. Now it's time for the main course.”
Sheena wastes no time reaching for my gym shorts. I watch as she peels them down my thighs. When she moves to take me into her mouth, I gently pull her away.
“Not this time,” I say, stopping her before she can return the favor.
