Page 93 of Finding Gideon
“Fuck, Gideon,” he groaned, his voice thick. “You’re taking me so fucking well. So tight around me. Jesus.”
“Keep going,” I whispered, desperate now. “Please, Mal. I need it.”
He pushed in further, filling me in ways I hadn’t even imagined, until finally—finally—he bottomed out. The stretch was still intense, but it was all him, all the way inside me, and it felt like I’d carved out a space in my body that had always been waiting for him.
“Goddamn,” he rasped, forehead pressed to mine. “You’re perfect. You feel like heaven.”
“Move,” I begged, the word breaking on a gasp.
He pulled back slow and drove in again, deeper this time, and my vision went white around the edges.
“You feel this?” His voice was rough, filthy, exactly what I needed. “Feel how I’m inside you? Filling you up?”
“All of you,” I groaned. “Every inch. “You’re so deep—fuck, don’t stop.”
He didn’t. He fucked me like he’d been waiting for this, for me, for so long he couldn’t hold back anymore. His rhythm grew uneven. My hips rolled up to meet his.
“Gideon,” he growled. “I’m close.”
I was already there, jerking myself roughly, and when I came, it hit me so hard I saw white. My whole body arched. My hole clenched tight around him, and with a strangled cry, Malcolm spilled inside me, biting down on my shoulder as he came.
We collapsed in a messy heap, panting, sweaty, trembling.
“Holy shit,” I said.
“That’s the medical term,” he muttered, still catching his breath. “God, you were… amazing.”
“Next time,” I said, eyes still closed, “I want to top.”
Malcolm chuckled, low and wrecked. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I want to feel you underneath me.”
He pulled me in closer. “Baby, you can have me any way you want.”
We stayed tangled in each other for a while, skin sticky, hearts still racing.
Malcolm was heavy on top of me, but I didn’t care. His weight feltgood. Grounding. Like he’d finally settled into the space I’d quietly saved for him.
Eventually, he shifted enough to slide out, murmuring an apology I barely heard over the soft, satisfied hum I made.
“Back in a sec,” he whispered, kissing my temple.
He padded to the bathroom, and I stared at the ceiling like it might offer some explanation for what just happened.
Because holyshit.
A few minutes later, he returned with a warm cloth and a small smile. “Stay put, I’ve got you.”
“God, yes.” I groaned as he gently wiped me down. “This part right here? Might be the hottest thing you’ve done all night.”
He grinned. “That’s a high bar. You called me ‘Doctor Malcolm’ when you came.”
I choked. “Did not.”
“Oh, you did. Very respectfully too.”
“Shut up.” I yanked the pillow over my face. “I hate you.”
