The moment it brushes my clit I groan, because even though it’s on the lowest setting I’m so turned on I think anything could set me off. Gideon makes a noise in the back of his throat, small and desperate, and I pull the vibrator back a little.
Someone’s breathing hard and fast and ragged, and, oh, it’s me. I gather my wits and rub the vibrator’s tip in slow, slick circles around my clit and even that makes my toes curl a little.
“Does that feel good?” Gideon asks.
“Yeah,” I manage, and bite my lip. I go a little slower because I can feel his gaze on me like electricity, sparks everywhere he looks.
“Does it feel as good as planting it on your clit and coming already?” he asks, more than a hint of growl there.
Just for that, I dip the vibrator lower, tease it just inside my entrance. It also feels fucking good but I’m not gonna come this way.
“You don’t like this?” I say, and I’m trying to tease him but more than anything I just sound wrecked.
“I didn’t say that,” Gideon says, and he’s got his knees spread wide with his shirt off and his pants on. I want him to touch me, but I don’t want to ask. I want him to want. “I said I wanted to watch you come since I missed the show earlier.”
I drag the vibrator up, a long oval around my clit. It brushes against it and I have to bite my lip.
“I came on your mouth earlier,” I point out, my eyes closed. Gideon slides one hand around my knee and pulls my leg up, onto his thigh, then leaves his hand there. I roll my hips mindlessly.
“I know. The view was nothing like this,” he says, and he sounds calm, but his breathing is ragged. “It’s unfair that I have to choose.”
“Such a struggle,” I gasp out, because I’m trying to stay in control and go slow but also there’s a vibrator near my clit and Gideon’s eyes on me, and I’m losing it pretty fast. “You poor thing.”
“Not at all,” he says, running his hand up my thigh, and I can’t help but arch my hips into his touch.
“Come on,” I whisper, unsure what I’m asking for. “Are you really just gonna watch?”
Gideon’s a mess, his hair tangled and wild, his lips parted, his face flushed all the way to his chest, one hand on my thigh and the other on his own, knuckles white.
“Yes,” he says, and raises his eyes to mine. “I like it when you put on a show for me. I like being your only audience.”
I slide the head of the vibrator right up against my clit, and I explode. It’s eye-rolling and body-jolting and the whole time I swear I can feel Gideon’s eyes on me like velvet, soft and warm and sumptuous.
“Fuck,” he says with feeling when it’s over and I’ve moved the vibrator away from myself, because I need a break. When I look up, his pants are still on but he’s palming himself, his hips rolling in a way I really appreciate. “God, that was good. Was that good?”
I snort, because I think I’m still trembling. “Yes,” I confirm, boneless and lazy and yet, still interested in the way he’s touching himself. Gideon doesn’t answer me right away, just takes his hand off my thigh and plants it on the bed by my waist, leaning over me.
Then he dips his head and presses an open-mouthed kiss to my belly, right below my sternum.
“Do it again,” he says, and when I don’t answer, he raises his eyes to mine but leaves his mouth where it is, his beard somewhere between tickly and scratchy. “Please?”
I swallow and turn the vibrator up a notch. This time I come with my other hand in Gideon’s hair, his teeth around one nipple so tight it almost hurts, a little, but it’s a pain like a beam of light slicing through my body.
“Again. Please,” he says, once I’ve stopped shaking, and follows the request with a lick. That time my whole body jolts when I get the vibrator back on my clit, but Gideon sits up to undo his pants, pull his cock out, and stroke himself slowly while he runs a hand up my inner thigh. When I come we both groan, and this time I don’t even wait for him to ask, I just keep going.
I’m oversensitive, sweaty, my clit swollen. I turn the vibrator up one more notch—it’s gotta be almost on high but I’ve lost track—and slide it over my lips, inside a little, just far enough I can feel it. Gideon puts his hand on my hip and brushes his thumb over my clit, and he’s gentle but I jolt anyway, clenching around the vibrator.
“Too much?” he asks, husky and ragged, his cock still in his other fist. I can see him leaking onto the bedspread from here, enough that the whole shaft is slick.
“No,” I say, and he does it again, and this time I don’t jolt as much but I moan a little. “It’s a lot. I like it.”
“Show me,” he says, as if I haven’t been doing just that. “Please.”
I pull the vibrator out of myself and press it against his thumb until it’s right on my clit, the rough, warm pad buzzing. It’s not enough to come for a fourth or fifth or whatever time, but it’s good enough to make me feel floaty, like I could stay here forever.
I don’t. Soon enough I come with the vibrator pressed right against my clit and Gideon’s thick fingers buried inside me, stroking that spot I like. I’m borderline incoherent and he’s swearing, his dick smearing pre-cum all over the inside of my thigh.
When it’s over he stands and I take a break for a second, watching him as he finally pulls his pants and boxer-briefs off, his dick pointing skyward. He sees me looking and wraps a hand around it, stroking himself once. It makes all the muscles in his arms flex.
“I didn’t say to stop,” he teases.
“What if I break myself,” I say from where I’m lying, legs spread wide, waiting for him to come back. “What if my clit never works again after this?”
“You can stop if you want,” he says, and climbs back onto the bed, then over me, cock smearing pre-cum against my stomach. “But the human body is very resilient.”
Gideon kisses me slowly, like we’re not in a hurry, like he hasn’t been watching me fuck myself for ages, now. His tongue is still in my mouth when I start again, gasping with the pleasure/pain/pleasure of it.
When I’m close, shaking and making these desperate little whimpers that I don’t like and can’t stop, Gideon pulls back. He grabs the underside of one knee and pushes it a little wider, just to where I can feel the stretch, just to where I feel a little held and helpless.
“You’re close again, aren’t you?” he asks, his voice nearly a whisper, low and soothing. “Go ahead. Come again.”
With that he fits the head of his cock to my entrance and I inhale hard, waiting, anticipating, but nothing else happens. When I open my eyes, he’s looking down at himself—at us—raw lust and fascination on his face.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he says, so quiet and strained I can barely hear him. “God, Andi.”
“You can feel it?”
“Yeah,” he says, shaky. “I can—”
He breaks off when I pull the vibrator back, push myself up on one elbow, and look at it because there might be one more—yeah. I turn it up. Gideon’s pupils are blown so wide I can barely see green as he watches me put it back on my clit.