Not once did he let up on her hand and moved her to the floor between his thighs.
“What’s happening?” she asked.
“You’re a virgin.” He kissed her shoulder. “And I’m going to show you how to take care of your pussy.”
“Gideon?”
“Don’t pretend you know. I bet your parents didn’t even tell you what to do, and living with your brothers, they wouldn’t exactly show you. When I’m not around, I want my woman to take care of her needs. Every single time you touch yourself and you come, afterward, I want you to phone me. To tell me what you were thinking about.” He lifted one of her legs over his, and did the same with the other, spreading his legs wide so that she had no choice. She was open, exposed.
The mirror didn’t lie.
Her pussy was already glistening.
“Now, Emma, I want you to watch.” He placed a hand on her stomach, waiting for her to look at their reflections.
He was so much bigger than she was as he sat behind her. His back leaned against the bed as he held her.
He’d have paid good money just for this, just to have her in his arms.
Slowly, he slid his hand down her body, running the tips of his fingers through the fine hair coating her pussy.
So wet.
“I want you to spread your pussy lips for me. Show me that sweet little cunt.”
She did it for him, not putting up a fight.
“Look at that. Look at how pretty you are.”
“Gideon,” she said, moaning.
“I know, baby, I know.” He stroked a finger between her slit, and she gasped, her body shaking against the pleasure.
He teased down to her entrance. Remembering she was a virgin, and wanting to break through that cherry with his cock, he pulled back and continued to tease across her clit, watching her, waiting to see her come apart.
Each moan only served to arouse him even more. He didn’t want to stop.
“You play with your clit, and once I take your virginity, we’re going to come right back here, Emma, and sit in front of this mirror. You’re going to watch my cock as I drive inside you, and you’re going to tease yourself. You’ll come all over my cock. You’re so close now. I can see how ready you are.”
With his other hand, he cupped her tits.
“I don’t want you to ever hide from this. I know how much you want to come right now. Do so. I’m right here. I want to see it.”
He stroked her clit with two fingers, driving her higher and higher with every passing second. When she came apart, the sight of it was so incredibly beautiful as far as he was concerned.
She screamed his name, the sound echoing off the walls of her bedroom.
It was the sweetest noise he’d ever heard.
When she couldn’t take anymore, he pulled his fingers from her pussy, lifting them to his mouth and sucking on them. So tasty, just as he knew his woman would be.
Once his fingers were cleaned, he cupped her face, tilting her head back, and smiling into her eyes.
“Want to go again?” he asked.
Chapter Seven
Two weeks later
Emma stood outside of Landon’s room, a tray of food in her arms and nerves unlike anything she’d felt. The past two weeks had been … crazy.
Well, not really crazy, but her life had taken a turn someway down the road.
She stared at the wooden door as she thought about Gideon.
When her brothers were not home, they went back to her apartment and he found some way of making her come.
Each time his hands were on her, she found it hard to think.
Not once did he push for more.
He made her go naked. It was always his first request. At first, she’d been nervous. She’d never been naked in front of anyone.
Gideon, though, he watched her. His gaze always on her made her wetter. Whenever she was alone at the office, he’d call her, and after she locked her door, he’d make her sit at her desk, legs on top of it, leaning back in her chair and teasing her pussy.
He’d make her come over the phone so he could hear every breathy moment, and then he’d hang up, and not say a word of what happened.
Throughout her orgasms, he never asked her for anything, even as she felt how hard he was. Each time he brought her to orgasm or he played with her body, she expected him to ask for something in return.
His erection was always obvious as it pressed against the front of his pants, and still, he didn’t ask. He didn’t even give a hint that he wanted a climax.
She wanted to give him one.
To hear him come.
To have him crying out her name as he released.
Shaking those thoughts from her mind, she entered Landon’s room. The television played to him, and he sat against the head wall.