Shattered Vows
he whispered, his breath hot against my core.
I felt exposed, but Gideon's worshipful gaze made me feel powerful. He leaned in, his warm breath teasing my sensitive flesh. I bit my lip, anticipation making my body tremble.
"Please," I begged, my voice hoarse.
Gideon's mouth finally made contact, his tongue tracing my folds with exquisite precision. I gasped, my hands gripping the couch as pleasure shot through me.
He explored me with slow, deliberate strokes, his tongue circling my clit, sending me closer to the edge. "Gideon," I moaned, my hips arching off the couch, seeking more of his touch.