Best. Sex. Ever.
After a few minutes, he stood, and I pouted.
“No pouting,” he said, caressing my cheek. “Wait here.”
He walked into his bathroom and exited a few minutes later with a freshly rung-out washcloth. Smoothing it over my belly, he kissed me as he cleaned me. No part of me wanted to get out of this bed, even though it probably made me look like a level-one Klingon.
Except.
He snuggled around me, practically pinning me to the bed.
“Stay the night,” he whispered, nuzzling into my neck, the tension bleeding out of his muscles. “That way, we can do this again in the morning.”
He made a good point.
I wokeup to a hand on my cock and a large dangerous-looking man sprawled half on top of me.
As much as I loved his hand on me, I had to pee.
I shimmied out from under him, letting him sleep as I did my business, washed my hands, and stole a bit of his toothpaste. When I walked back into the bedroom, he was awake and sitting up with his back against the headboard, grinning at me.
“My turn,” he said, dragging me toward him the second I got close enough.
He kissed me until I saw spots, then got up and walked to the bathroom, his surrealist tattoos and impressive physique on full display.
“If you hadn’t so thoroughly fucked me last night, I would get up right now and bite that ass of yours.”
“Why are you saying that like a threat? I welcome it,” he said, wiggling his ass as he entered the bathroom.
He closed the door and I fell back against the pillows, groaning.
Everything about the way we were together was perfect. So goddamned perfect. He looked—and fucked—like my fantasy serial killer but was one hundred percent cinnamon roll.
As I continued to wax poetic, my phone went off. I winced, remembering—too late—that my ringer was the sound of dogs barking. Definitely changing that right now.
Glancing at the screen, I saw a text from Andrea.
Andrea: So…do I get to keep Dame Judi Dench? Because I will keep her, you realize.
Me: Holy shit, I’m such a bad dog dad. I totally abandoned her at the first sign of dick.
Andrea: Called it! And I already said I’d be happy for her to stay with me. I’m just letting you know I’m about to go into the shop and was planning on dropping her off at your place.
Me: Actually, can you drop her off at the office? I need her for two sessions.
Andrea: You’ve got it, Dr. Lovestruck.
Gideon opened the bathroom door, wearing only a white towel and a smile. I walked over and plant a kissed on him, loving how he held me in his arms.
“I know we wanted a second round this morning,” I said, kneeling before him. “But I have a full schedule of patients today.”
He cupped the back of my head as he pulled off his towel. “I don’t mind making it quick. Besides, I would hate for you to start your day without a solid dose of vitamin D.”
I snorted a laugh, then shut up and swallowed him whole. Mm…clean with an undercurrent of his personal musk. Gideon grunted as I took him to the back of my throat, then he grabbed my hand, sucking on my middle and ring fingers.
He then widened his stance, and I gently circled his hole before pushing the spit-soaked fingers inside him. I then found his prostate and petted it while sucking him in deep.
“Fucking best of both worlds,” he muttered as his hole clenched around my fingers.
