Page 88 of Perfect Harmony

“Move your arms, Princess.”

“Gideon, I…”

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to seeyour beautiful tits,” Gideon said. “Show them to me, Gracie.”

She took a deep breath and dropped her arms.Gideon removed her bra and heat flared in her cheeks when he stared boldly ather breasts. Her nipples were hard, and he reached out and circled the rightone with the tip of his finger.

She inhaled, her back arching a little, noteven caring that a smug smile crossed his face at her reaction.

“Beautiful,” he said. “Even more beautifulthan I could ever imagine.”

He stepped forward and cupped her tits,testing their weight in his hands before he kneaded them. His thumbs brushed overher nipples with feather-light touches that made her knees tremble.

She grabbed onto his arms and he said, “Needto lie down, Princess?”

“Yes.”

He led her to the bed. Before she satdown, she cupped the hard bulge in his pants, rubbing it lightly as he hissedin a breath.

“Enough,” he said and pushed her hand away.He gave her a hard swat to the backside that made her squeal and jerk and rubat her butt.

“Lie down. I won’t ask you again,” he said.

Her stomach quivered at his hard tone. Notwith fear but with something infinitely more pleasant.

She sank onto the bed, lying back in the middleof it as Gideon stretched out on his side next to her. Without a word, he dippedhis head and captured her aching nipple between his lips.

“Gideon!” She threaded her fingers throughhis short dark hair, holding tight as he worried her nipple into an achinghardness that made her pussy ache and clench uselessly.

His hand was tugging on her other nippleand when he pinched it hard, she cried out, another one of those weird bolts ofpleasure skating down her spine.

“Too hard, Princess?” He pinched again,watching her face as he did, and she arched her back.

“No, I-I like it,” she gasped out.

“Good.” He leaned down and sucked on hernipple again until it was so hard it was almost painful, and the light pink haddarkened to a rose colour. “Have you ever had clamps on these sweet nipples,Gracie?”

“No,” she moaned. “Is that – is thatsomething you want to do to me?”

“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “Verymuch so.”

She’d never once had any desire to trynipple clamps but the hungry look on Gideon’s face, that underlying pleasure beneaththose hard pinches, made her suddenly interested in trying.

“I’d be,” she moaned when Gideon licked apath around her nipple and then nipped the soft underswell of her breast, “willingto give it a try.”

His hand tightened on her breast and a lookof molten hot desire crossed his face. A muscle ticked in his jaw as heglanced at his closet. For a moment, she thought he was going to get off thebed before he relaxed against her and pressed a kiss between her breasts. “Nottonight. I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

She wanted to argue. Wanted to remind himthat this was their only night together and if he wanted to use nipple clampson her, tonight was the night. But his hand had moved to trace the waistbandof her panties and she no longer cared about the damn clamps. What she caredabout was getting off. The sooner the better.

“Show me your pussy, Princess.” She liftedher hips when he tugged on her panties. He pulled them down her legs and shekicked them off before parting her legs wide. His whispered, ‘good girl’, madeher flush with happiness. Or maybe it was the touch of his finger against herclit that made her flush.

She gripped his bicep, squeezing it hardwhen he brushed his fingers in small barely-there circles against her throbbingclit.

“Gideon, more.” She squirmed on the bed, raisingher hips to get the friction she needed.

“Shh, Princess,” he said.

“I need more,” she said.

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