Page 71 of Better Off Wed
And I realized something. “You must’ve lied on your profile too,” I said, and straightened. I frowned down at him, my hand still wrapped around his throbbing cock. “Gideon Mars,” Ichided. “On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your desire for sex?”
“Right now it’s about a fucking million,” he rasped, rocking his hips into my grip. He groaned. “Now stop talking and suck me off, babe.”
“You aresofreaking rude.” But it turned me on when he talked dirty to me.
He laughed, and there was nothing but tenderness in his gaze. “I want you to come with my cock in your mouth and that toy in your pussy,” he said, eyes dark.
It was the first time he’d asked me for anything during sex—and he was asking me to orgasm. My pleasure was his pleasure.
So I reached between my legs as I lowered my lips to his tip, and I got myself off while I sucked his cock. His grip on my hair tightened, and he came in hot spurts down my throat as I moaned. Then he pulled me up the bed beside him, rolled me onto my back, and buried his head between my legs. I moaned as he slid the dilator out of me and gasped when his fingers replaced it. He was desperately hungry, and he didn’t stop until I was a boneless, sweaty, satisfied mess.
GIDEON
Her touch was as gentle as a butterfly’s kiss. She traced the scars on my shoulder, down my triceps, and across my forearm. The deadened skin still had no sensation, but I could feel the pressure of her touch on my arm. Part of me wanted to tell her to stop; itdidn’t feel right for someone so beautiful to touch all the ugly parts of me.
But Sadie rested her head in the crook between my chest and shoulder on my good side, her arm draped across my body as she explored the boundary between healthy skin and damage. Her leg was thrown over both of mine, her nakedness a reminder of what we now shared. I would deal with the discomfort of being examined this way, because putting even an inch of distance between our bodies was out of the question.
“There’s one good thing about the fire,” she said suddenly, fingers ghosting up my forearm and lingering at the elbow.
My cock stirred. Her touch was addictive. With my eyes closed, I let out a low grunt. “What’s that?” I asked.
“It spared your biceps.” Her hands covered the muscle and stroked. Squeezed. “Losing them would’ve been a real tragedy.”
My eyes cracked open, and I glanced down at my impertinent wife. Her eyes glimmered with humor, lips trembling as she tried to hold back her grin.
“You’ll pay for that,” I growled.
Her smile widened. “But is it a lie?”
She squealed as I flipped her onto her stomach and reached between her legs. Dripping wet. Lusty, perfect wife. Her gasp was my sustenance. I could listen to her make that noise for hours. I draped my body over hers, pinning her to the mattress as I stroked her to madness.
And when I used my knees to hold her legs together and fitted myself in the soft, fleshy space between her thighs, she whimpered so sweetly I knew I’d do anything for her. I rutted against her, grunting as she writhed and bucked beneath me. She was slick and hot and I’d never felt anything so good.
“Gideon,” she whined, and I hushed her, brushing her long brown hair off her shoulders so I could kiss the nape of her neck. She pushed her ass into me, needy, desperate. I loved her like this. I loved her all ways, but I especially loved her like this. No one got this side of her but me.
Reaching around to her front, I pressed against her clit the way I knew she liked. She shuddered and cried my name, and I couldn’t wait any longer.
I sat back, took myself in hand, and painted her curves with my release. Marked her—branded her—as pleasure shattered through me.
She turned her head and looked at me with one eye, her breath coming fast and hard.
In Sadie’s gaze, I saw everything: How she wanted more, but she was afraid to ask because she’d learned she didn’t deserve it. She thought I was keeping score. Thought this was over just because I’d had an orgasm.
I smiled. It would be my life’s mission to make her realize that I was here to service her as often and as enthusiastically as she required. I grabbed her hips and hauled them up, then lay down beneath her swollen cunt and guided her back down to my mouth.
TWENTY-THREE
SADIE
On the Monday that marked the start of our fifth week of marriage, Gideon and I ventured out of the cottage and drove into town. I had agreed to meet Lola this week for the first fitting of the muslin draft of her dress, and I had a lot of catching up to do if I wanted to have anything for her to try on.
That meant we could kill two birds with one stone.
Gideon unlocked Life’s a Stitch, did a sweep, and turned to face me. “I’ve got eyes and ears on you,” Gideon assured me, “and either me or one of our guys is one minute away. If anything seems weird—anything, Sadie—you call for help.”
I nodded. “Everything’s going to be fine,” I assured him. “I promise to be very responsible bait.”
“I don’t like this.”
