Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 103918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
The sight had my orgasm going on and on for what seemed like an eternity and by the time it ended, I could no longer stand. Lex had no choice but to release me as I practically fell onto the bed. I managed to stay sitting upright at least, but my limbs felt like jelly as I rode the high of the prolonged release. Lex was still on his knees before me. His cheeks were bright red and his lips were glistening with my juices. He was still swallowing repeatedly. The thought that he was continuing to take in every bit of me that he could left me feeling frighteningly possessive. I’d gone into this thing trying not to think about the future, but as I watched my lover discreetly lick his lips as if embarrassed about needing to keep tasting me, all I could think was that he was mine.
Absolutely and completely mine.
Chapter Twenty-One
Lex
The very last thing I expected Gideon to do was to reach down and pull me onto his lap and then cover my mouth with his. I couldn't even remember one guy that I'd been with who'd kissed me after they’d come in my mouth. Most had been disgusted by the idea of tasting themselves but with the way Gideon was going to town on my mouth as he kissed me, he clearly had no such inclinations.
"You're definitely going to need to teach me how to do that," Gideon said against my mouth.
"I think if you can do that to yourself, it kind of makes me unnecessary," I responded without really thinking about my words. When I realized how now might not be the best time to be making a joke, I wished there was some way to call the words back.
But Gideon surprised me yet again by lifting me enough that he could toss me onto my back on the bed. As his weight came down on top of me and his mouth covered mine, he breathed, "Brat," before kissing me hard. The idea that I could joke around with him eased some of the pressure in my chest. In the past, I hadn't always said the right things in bed and whoever I'd been with, Grady especially, had made their displeasure clear. I'd gotten so nervous about saying the wrong thing that I'd stopped speaking at all during sexual encounters. But I sensed that it wouldn't be a problem with Gideon.
When Gideon next broke the kiss, I could feel his eyes on me. "You're incredible," he said simply. With any other guy, it would have sounded like empty flattery, but when Gideon said it, I felt it everywhere. I knew in my bones that he meant it and I wanted so badly to believe that he wasn't just talking about my skills when it came to oral sex.
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him that I loved him, but then I remembered that we weren't there. That it was a place we’d probably never be able to get to. Everything that was happening was merely a result of the Fisher Cove bubble effect.
"You make it easy to be," I ended up responding. It was the truth. When I was with Gideon, I didn't find myself questioning how to please him. He was so genuine in his reactions that I didn't have to worry about whether he was faking it or not like Grady apparently had been for our entire relationship.
Since I'd made Gideon come, I’d just assumed our lovemaking session was over, so I was surprised when he began pressing kisses against my throat and then over my collarbone. "Gideon, you don't have to…"
Gideon paused and I instantly got nervous. The whole talking when I shouldn't thing came back into play and I wished I’d just kept my mouth shut. But at the same time, it would've killed me to have Gideon reciprocate out of sheer obligation.
"Don't have to what?" Gideon asked. His voice held that familiar tone like he already knew the answer to his own question.
"Nothing," I mumbled. "Sorry."
The longer Gideon didn't speak or move, the more nervous I got. And the more nervous I got, the more I felt the need to flee. I was in the process of trying to discreetly shift my body out from underneath his when he said, "Lex—"
That was all it took to set me off. Just him saying my name a certain way. I wasn't even upset with him; I was mad at myself. Mad for screwing up something that had otherwise been so perfect.
"You don't have to get me off, Gideon," I bit out. "I know it's your first time with a guy, but it's different."
"Different how?" Gideon asked. I tried to move again to get out from underneath him, but he used his heavier weight to hold me down.