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streak of her own. Gideon broke the kiss, stepped out of his
trousers and lay on the bed. She could not stop her fingers from touching the
very masculine part of him. He was so hard, thick, long, and beautiful. She had
never had a man’s cock in her mouth. Gideon moaned with every stroke of her
fingers. No time like the present. She dropped the dressing gown on the floor
then climbed on the bed, straddling his slim hips. She laid flat between his
spread legs and grasped his shaft at the base, squeezing tight.
    “Oh, Christ. Yes. Grip it tighter,” he growled.
    First, she laid out her
long hair on either side of him, creating a blanket of blonde locks. Olivia gripped
him again, squeezed, and then slid her hand up and down the length of him.
    “Tell me what you want
me to do, Gideon. Instruct me. Guide me.”
    “God, you expect me to
talk?” he laughed brokenly. “Think of your mouth as your quim ,
hot, wet, and tight. Hollow your cheeks and take me deep. Lick, nibble, suck,
do whatever you wish. Grip me at the root and guide it into your lush mouth.
Grasp me tight, squeeze and twist. Suck me.”
    She smiled at the look
of anticipation on his handsome face. Her mouth closed over the swollen head,
and Gideon cried out, his head lifting off the pillow. She took him deeper and
then commenced to lick, suck, and nibble on his salty, musky tasting cock. She
scraped her teeth along the many veins.
    “Oh, fuuuccckkkk —suck
me. Yes. Deeper—”
    Gideon, always so
profane. His words
sparked the flame inside her, and she sank her mouth over him, nearly taking
him all. His cock hit the back of the throat.
    Gideon grabbed a fistful
of her hair, and he guided her to a faster pace. His hips rose off the bed with
each bob of her head.
    “Jesus, I’m close...”
    He cried out, and she
felt the hot jets of his semen slide down her throat. Oh, she liked this far
more than she thought she would. She swallowed, and when Gideon finished
shuddering and groaning, she sat up and watched his continued climax roll over
his stunning body.
    “That was quite the
orgasm, as you call it.”
    “God, it was beyond.
Never have I...”
    He stopped speaking.
    “Gideon, it is all
right. You have a past. I am sure many have done this to you. I am not upset.”
    He shook his head
vigorously. “It was never like this. Believe me. Having the woman you love take your cock in her mouth—I have no words.”
    She leaned in and kissed
him, sharing his taste. He groaned again.
    “Make love to me,
Gideon. I want to feel you come inside me. Make me yours in every way.”
    Gideon pulled her next
to him so they were both lying on their sides. She curled in next to his
warmth. His hand stroked her leg, and he rested it on his thigh, opening her
wide. His prick brushed by her folds. He was hard—again. Incredible
and entirely wonderful.
    He teased her, rubbing
her swollen nub with the tip of him, and his hands caressed her skin, lifting
her breasts and pinching her nipples. The slight pain felt sweet and luscious.
He whispered in her ear of everything he wanted to do to her.
    He mentioned the
champagne again. “On our honeymoon, my love, I will toast you as you have never
been before. I will drink and lick you until you beg me to stop or to continue.
I have a few sex playthings we can use and experiment with.” His fingers
brushed by her anus. “I have a wooden egg that fits in here.” He massaged her
puckered hole, and she moaned. “Or a long, polished wooden
device resembling an erect cock in length. It can fit in either orifice. So much to explore. Together.”
    He thrust into her quim with a slick glide and pumped her slow and deep. “I
will do anything and everything you wish. I am yours. I know deep down, your
passion matches mine.”
    “Yes. Yes, Gideon.”
    He continued the steady plunge,
rotating his hips. He reached between her legs and fingered her clit. “Anytime
you wish to birch me, tie me to the bed, blindfold me, or gag me, you only