Forget Me Not (22 page)

As soon as her head hit the pillow, she snuggled against it. Gideon’s gaze dropped down her body. Her dress had fallen open, exposing her completely shaven sex. Before he could stare at her body any longer, he covered her and extinguished the light.

* * * *

Janelle eased her hand between her legs as soon as Gideon’s image filled her head. “Mmm, Gideon.” She busied her other hand by cupping her breast through her dress.

He’d been a perfect gentleman all night, catering to her needs, even doing the dishes. If she didn’t want him before, now she really did.

She massaged her breast and found her small hand to be a poor substitute for Gideon’s large one. As soon as her fingers brushed against her clitoris, she opened her eyes. Janelle peered around the darkened room, trying to get her bearings. She felt next to her, hoping to touch an end table. With all of the spare bedrooms Gideon had, she had no idea where he had placed her.

When she felt a table, she reached for a lamp and found it. It took her no time to find the switch and turn on the light. As soon as her eyes adjusted, she recognized the room as one of the spares upstairs. So Gideon wanted her close. She wanted to be close to him.

Janelle threw the covers off her body and peered down. She still had on her dress…and no panties. She got out of bed and padded to the door. Without thinking, she opened the door and made a sprint over to Gideon’s bedroom. She kept her mouth open to take in as much oxygen as she could as she made this bold move.

Before she could reach his door, it opened. Gideon stood on the other side wearing only pajama pants. Janelle stood a couple of feet away from him.

“I want you in my bed now.” Gideon didn’t move. His massive chest rose and fell with his harried breaths.

Janelle pulled the string that held her dress together and allowed it to fall open, exposing her nude body. “Take me.”

Exposing her body to Gideon felt right. She ached for him. Needed him. Craved him. In sleep, she dreamed of only him, how he would take her, conquer her, make her come. As soon as she’d awakened, she’d sought him to satisfy her deep need. The throbbing between her legs wouldn’t stop until he had her, all of her.

Gideon pulled her into his arms. The roughness of his hands brushed against her skin and scratched her so deliciously that it tickled and teased her. She pressed her breasts against his bare chest. Janelle felt his heart beating hard, pounding in the same rhythm as hers. In her mind, it meant that he wanted the same thing she did. Total satisfaction.

As he kissed her, he stepped back into his darkened bedroom. Janelle still wouldn’t get the opportunity to see the actual layout. Right now, she didn’t care. Her new dress lay in a heap on the floor outside of his bedroom. Her shoes remained in his den downstairs. Only her stockings covered her legs.

She broke from the kiss and started pulling down her stockings.

“Leave them on,” he said with a growl.

Janelle smiled. “Yes, sir.”

She coasted her hands down his muscular chest to his rippled abs and to the waistband of his pants. Before she could touch him, Gideon grabbed her wrists.

“Let me take care of you.” He nudged her back to his California king-sized bed.

She fell back on it and crawled to the center on her elbows.

Gideon covered her body with his. As he cradled the back of her head with his hand, he brushed his lips over hers, almost stealing her breath since she gasped with each pass. She swallowed and slipped her hand behind his head. When she fisted his hair, he captured her mouth.

His tongue sought hers and found it, teased it. She arched her back, needing to feel him on her at all times. The length of him pressed against her stomach. As she reached down to touch him, Gideon arrested her hand again.

“Touch me and it’ll be all over with.” He cocked a smile at the side of his mouth. “I want this to last.”

Janelle did the only thing she could do, nod. He kissed down her body. In a slow and methodical way, he placed his lips over her collarbones from one side to the other as though imprinting her with a sensual necklace.

His massive hand palmed her breast. She’d never thought she had a large chest, a fact her mother loved teasing her about whenever they talked.

Gideon held her like whatever she had suited him. He planted pecks along the center of her body and once he got in between her breasts, he dragged his tongue to one side. As he continued to hold her tit, he kissed her nipple first before swiping his tongue over it.

Janelle sucked air between her teeth and writhed on the bed as he maintained his decadent treatment. He twirled his tongue around her stiff peak, which caused her back to rise off the bed.

“Gideon, oh, God.” She whipped her head to the side when he didn’t stop.

Once he covered her whole breast with his mouth, she cried out. Janelle kept her grip on his hair while she snatched a handful of his comforter in the other to keep her grounded. None of this seemed real. How could she be in bed with a Super Bowl
champion, the nerdy girl who’d hidden behind bleachers in high school and didn’t want to be noticed?

Gideon gave her one last lick and kiss before making his way over to her other tit, where he gave it the same salacious treatment, swirling his tongue around it and sucking her until she felt spent. Janelle’s body squirmed underneath his as light tingles washed over her. She wrapped her legs around him to keep him in his position. She used her heels to try and push down his pajama bottoms.

Before she could get them over his droolworthy ass, Gideon continued laving her body, creeping his tongue over her ribs then to her stomach. For a man who battled behemoth men on the field each week, he treated her body so tenderly.

Janelle barely noticed when her giant of a man managed to position himself between her thighs. He pressed her legs apart while he caress
ed
her nether lips with his thumbs.

“Gideon. Please, please.” Each word came out in a gasp, like her life depended on his next move.

Gideon didn’t say a word. He blew his hot breath over her throbbing clit. The light sensation had her sucking air between her gritted teeth. When he flicked his tongue over her slick, hardened nub, Janelle arched her back and held her breath. No one had ever made her feel this cherished, this desirable, this sexy.

Like he had done it a million times before, he twirled his tongue around her clit. Her legs twitched. Each time she attempted to close her thighs around his head, he gently eased them apart.

When he covered her sex with his mouth and pressed his tongue against her, Janelle jackknifed up from the bed. As she held the back of his head, her body gyrated, grinding her vagina in his mouth. She didn’t recognize herself from her reactions. Never had she been this aggressive in bed. Never had she demanded anything for herself sexually.

Janelle kept pumping her hips, thankful that she’d kept herself shaved completely. She felt her body trembling. Her stomach tightened into a ball before contracting into spasms. She didn’t want this to happen already. She didn’t want to be the first to have an orgasm. At best, she wanted to come with Gideon.

Gideon kept his mouth over her while his skillful tongue touched, teased, and tantalized her. Then he hummed. The vibrations went through her body until she felt like her heart would explode.

Before she could stop herself, Janelle’s body froze in its spot as the strong orgasmic wave washed over her.

She reclined and attempted to catch her breath. “I want to taste you.”

Gideon pulled off his pants. “Another time. I need to feel you.”

He opened a drawer next to the bed. In the dark, Janelle couldn’t see what he retrieved. From the telltale sounds of a plastic wrapper being opened, she suspected he pulled out a condom.

While still sitting on the bed, he rolled it on himself with his back to her. Janelle realized that Gideon hadn’t allowed her to either touch his penis or even see it.

She touched his back. “I don’t care what size you are.” She kissed his shoulder. “It’ll be great because you’re great.”

She thought she heard Gideon snickering.

“Thanks, babe. You keep that in mind once I’m in you.”

Before he did anything, he turned on the light next to the bed. Then he climbed on
top of her. The wild look in his eyes excited her. His blond hair fell forward around his face, giving him more of a primal appearance.

“No matter what, you keep looking at me, okay? Don’t stop looking me in my eyes,” he said.

Janelle nodded and then cut her gaze down to see what dangled between his legs.

“Hey, look at me.” He braced one hand on the mattress next to her head as he reach down between their bodies with the other. “That’s it. Right in my eyes.” He smoothed the tip of his cock up and down her opening until he finally eased the tip inside.

She squeezed his shoulders. Gideon slid more of his shaft in her channel. As instructed, she kept her stare directly on his eyes. Then she stopped breathing. The girth of him hit her first before she recognized how deep he had gone in her.

“Breathe, babe. Breathe.” He gave her quick pecks and held her chin. “Good?”

She managed to take in a deep inhalation. On the exhale, she said, “Big.”

He smiled and moved himself in and out of her so slowly, making it seem like he controlled time and space. “You want me to stop?”

Janelle nodded, but her body had other plans. She coiled her legs around his hips and undulated her body under him. “Don’t.”

His thrusting slowed down.

“Stop.” She bit her bottom lip.

“You want to—”

She cut him off. “Don’t.” Then she wrapped her arms around his body and dug her fingernails into his tough flesh. Her hips never stopped moving.

“We don’t have to—”

“Stop.” She kissed the side of his face.

The saltiness of his sweat met her lips and tongue. She savored him. Every part of him.

“I don’t want to hurt you. If this is too much, we can—”

She held his face in her hands and stared into his eyes. “Don’t stop.”

His hard member found her spot. With each thrust and curve of his hip, he managed to hit the sensitive zone each time.

She had her head craned back as he slid inside her, stretching her to a painfully good level. When she looked up, she noticed Gideon wince.

“What’s wrong?” She placed her hand on the side of his face.

He shook his head. “Good.”

He kissed her, allowing her to taste her own juices that still coated his lips. It felt strange to taste herself, experience her level of saltiness. The fact that she knew how he’d obtained her essence curled her toes again.

She stared him in the eyes and noticed him scowl again. “Am I too tight?”

His eyes widened. “Are you kidding me? No such thing.” He thrust deep and groaned. “Perfect.”

He grumbled
,
then punched the mattress.

Although Janelle hadn’t known him for very long or had even seen him play, she could tell something didn’t feel good to him.

“It’s your knee, right?” She sought truth in his eyes.

“I’ll be fine.” He kissed her like he wanted to reassure her.

She didn’t believe him. With all of her might, she pushed against his shoulder and
managed to roll him onto his side. She moved back to disengage.

“What are you doing?”

Before Janelle answered him, she turned her back to him and pressed her ass against his crotch. “We can do it this way.” She looked back at him and smiled. “Easier on your knee.”

“Yeah, but I can’t see your face and I’ll be damned if the first time I get my dream woman in bed, I don’t get to see her come.” Gideon tried turning Janelle on to her back.

“I hope you were looking up earlier when you were between my legs.” She reached behind herself, held his impressive shaft and aimed it at her pussy opening. Before he could protest or push, she ground herself down onto him.

“Christ, you don’t play fair.” He wrapped his arm underneath her body and held her breast as he swept her top leg over his for better access.

It didn’t take Gideon long to get back into the same rhythm. It also didn’t take Janelle long to realize how easily they fell into a comfortable pace. She reached back and held his head, a move that prompted him to press his lips against her neck and cheek.

“You have the best ass.” He eased the hand he’d been resting on her hip down between her legs.

Janelle’s body trembled in anticipation of his touch. He brushed his thumb over her distended clitoris.

“Yes.” She curved her head down and nibbled on his strong forearm. “Feels so good.”

She moved with Gideon as one unit, back and forth, slow and easy. Sweat covered both of their bodies.

She felt him shaking, a first since they started. He’d been Mr. Control. Her hero. Her savior. She knew he would be breaking soon, because she wanted to…again. Janelle pressed her thighs together to trap his hand and him. Then she gyrated her body more.

“No.” Gideon shook his head. “Not like this.”

He removed his hand and pulled out of her.

“What are you doing? I was so close.” Frustration filled her voice.

He sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. As he held her hand, he pulled Janelle toward him until she figured out he wanted her to stand. When she did, she got to finally see Gideon’s full package.

She blinked as she studied the length and thickness of him.

“Come here.” He pulled her over to him and helped her onto his lap so that she faced him.

She spread her legs and straddled his. “I won’t hurt you if I’m on your lap?”

He shook his head. “I’m fine.” He held her waist with one hand and the base of his shaft with the other. “Down. I need you.” He stared into her eyes again. “I need you.”

As carefully as he had done before, she eased him into her vagina inch by inch until fully seated. Then she wrapped her legs around his waist and gripped his broad shoulders.