Page 27 of The Hero

Gideon bent to suck first one nipple, then the other into his mouth, drawing harder on the sensitive flesh when Harry’s groans of pleasure became increasingly louder.

“Is it normal for that pulsing need between my thighs to occur again?” she gasped, her fingers tightly gripping Gideon’s shoulders.

“As many times as you wish,” he confirmed as he unfastened Harry’s drawers and allowed them to fall to the floor with her gown and chemise. He was filled with satisfaction at knowing how quickly he had aroused her passion for a second time.

A naked Harry was a beauty to behold and treasure.

Her shoulders and arms were slender. Her breasts would fit perfectly in his hands. Her waist was so narrow, Gideon believed his fingers might meet about it. Her hips flared out enticingly, with silky dark curls at the apex of her thighs. Her legs were long and coltish, her feet slender.

In Gideon’s eyes, Harry was perfect, from the top of her glossy dark hair to the tips of her tiny toes.

He reached up to remove the pins from her hair and allow those dark curls to cascade loosely about her shoulders and down her back.

“You are pure perfection,” he told her gruffly.

A blush brightened her cheeks. “Are you going to remain fully clothed while I am completely naked?”

“Of course not.” Gideon didn’t take his gaze from her for the whole of the time it took him to remove his boots, jacket, waistcoat, and shirt.

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Harry believed if she was perfection, then Gideon possessed the lithe and muscular body of one of the Bernini sculptures she had once seen in a book in her aunt’s library. Unlike those marble figures, Gideon was all smooth burnished skin across his wide shoulders and chest and the muscular contours of his abdomen.

Her gaze moved questioningly up to his face when he made no move to remove his pantaloons.

His smile was self-derisive. “They will serve to remind me I must not, under any circumstances, attempt to put my cock inside your sweet virgin pussy.”

Harry’s cheeks burned at his graphic language. “But how shall I be able to touch you?”

“When that time comes, I will unfasten my pantaloons and drawers to allow you access to my cock, but I will not remove them completely.”

“You doubt I will want to touch you intimately?”

He ran the soft pad of his thumb along her bottom lip. “I do not doubt that you are a very brave and determined lady.”

“But not brave enough for you to be naked so that I might…touch you…there whenever I wish?” The fact she had stuttered at using the word cock implied he might be correct, Harry realized self-disgustedly.

The warmth of Gideon’s hand cradled the side of her face. “We will go only as far and do exactly as much as the two of us wish for and are happy to explore. No more, no less.” He dropped his hand and lifted her in his arms and carried her over to lie her on the bed before joining her.

Harry looked up at him as having him kneel either side of her thighs trapped her deliciously in place beneath him.

Her breath caught in her throat as he linked his fingers with hers and lifted her arms so that her hands were on the pillow above her head. He then slowly lowered his head until his lips could claim hers in an act of complete possession.

Harry had no idea for how long they kissed, only that by the time Gideon lifted his head to look down at her, every part of her body was either hot or throbbing with the need for more.

“Keep your arms raised,” he instructed softly as he released her hands to slide down her body.

First his lips and hands explored her throat and shoulders.

Then her breasts, until Harry was arching off the bed as she pleaded for more.

Instead of giving it to her, Gideon’s mouth and fingers explored her abdomen and hips, before moving lower.

Harry gasped at the feel of his lips and tongue first lapping up her juices and then exploring every pulsing and heated fold of her sex as he took her to that pinnacle of passion again and again until she lost count and could only lose herself as the greedy supplicant she had become.

She was too lost to that pleasure when Gideon placed her legs over his shoulders, giving him access to all of her, from her swollen sex and the sensitive flesh behind it. She stiffened when she felt his lips and tongue against the forbidden rosette between her bottom cheeks.

“Just feel, love,” Gideon cajoled. “I am told that there are nerves here.” He swiped his tongue over that sensitive flesh. “Which will only add to your pleasure. Trust me, love,” he encouraged.

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