The Twelve Zenati Pt. 21

Her thoughts were just getting the better of her when the heat of his body brushed against her side, and the bed dipped from his weight. She gasped when his cool palm brushed over her right nipple and caressed her breast.

"Did you miss me?" Gideon asked with a chuckle, leaning down to kiss her.

"Yes," she breathed into his kiss, wishing her arms were not bound so that she could pull him closer.

"No more talking. Just enjoy it." He kissed her quickly and moved away again.

Vivienne nodded and flexed her wrists and fingers in an effort to relax. Then she shifted her hips, rotated her ankles and wiggled her toes. She could hear his even breathing, and she strained to hear anything else he might be doing. Then she felt the lightest touch across both nipples. Vivienne moaned softly as they puckered and hardened, to what they had been before he had left her alone on the bed. The light barely-there sensation moved down, following the curve under her breasts and up her sides.

It felt like a feather, the tickling lightness of it grazing her skin like the softest fingertips. It flitted across her abdomen, outlined her ribs, and circled her belly. Her hips bucked when the tip grazed the crease between her thigh and pelvis. She shivered as he repeated the motion, moving out over her hip and slowly back again.

Gideon revelled in her reactions, as her legs widened when he moved his attention to them, even tickling the underside of her feet before following the same path back up her body. She arched up off the bed, as he once again teased her nipples with the feather-light brush that he held. He took the time to tease up her arms and over her neck, making her squirm and whimper deliciously.

When she thought that she could stand the teasing no more, she felt him pull away from her again, leaving her body begging for his attention, and whimpers of need spilling from her mouth. The tickling sensation was back, but it was heavier, wet even, as it caressed her nipples one after the other. It disappeared again, and she felt the brush paint the wet sticky substance over her lips before it disappeared completely.

Vivienne licked out, tasting chocolate and wondering where it had come from, but all thought was lost when Gideon lowered his head to her breast. He began squeezing her breast as he lifted the hard bud to his mouth, then started licking and sucking hard on her nipple, as if he was starving. He repeated the process on her other breast as she squirmed, biting at her own chocolate-covered lips.

"Fuck, Gideon!" Vivienne cried out as his teeth sunk into the flesh around her nipple as if he was about to devour her.

"Mm, there's the gorgeous sexy woman I love." Gideon moved up the bed to soothe her with kisses and murmurs of love, as he lightly caressed her stinging breast. "What is it you need, Beautiful?" he asked, as he laid down beside her again, his hand splayed out across her belly. He considered the other items that he had at his disposal but decided that they had the next twenty-four hours to enjoy each other, so he moved his hand lower on her body.

Vivienne sighed, her legs falling open as his fingers delved lower through her soft curls and along the seam of her pussy. Gideon slowly stroked his palm over her outer lips. Occasionally, one of his fingers delved deeper, teasing her as he had done with her breasts, never quite hitting the point she needed him to so badly. His hand paused, cupping over her mound, and two fingers pressed down, spreading the engorged lips and teasing at her entrance.

"Fuck, Gideon, I need... I need... more," she gasped.

"Yes, beautiful. I know what you need," Gideon crooned and circled her clit with his thumb, as the two fingers began pushing inside her. Her hips bucked, trying to force his pace, but he pulled back until she settled again. Moving to murmur softly in her ear, his fingers and thumb worked their magic on her. "Relax and just feel," he crooned, lowering his head to her breast again and sucking hard.

It was the most exquisite feeling, finally having him touch her in just the way she wanted and needed. Without her hands or sight, she had no choice but to feel every exquisite touch of his hands and mouth. It seemed to take no time at all before her hands clenched, and her body was arching, and striving for release.

She groaned, throwing her head back into the pillow when he pushed two thick fingers hard and deep into her and then sucked her nipple between his teeth, grazing it harshly. His hand sped up, and the tightness in her belly increased, until she squeezed her thighs around his hand, crying out her climax. His hand stopped, but his fingers wiggled, still buried between her legs, as she rode out her long-awaited orgasm.

When she'd caught her breath and was coming down from the high, he rolled away, and sat back up, not touching her again. She could almost feel the heat of his eyes warm her still-quivering body. He growled, long and low. It was one of the sexiest sounds she'd ever heard, and she whimpered in response, imagining the need in his eyes that went along with that growl.

"Still so needy?" he teased her with a low chuckle.

"Yes," Vivienne hissed, arching up toward him. She loved the sound of his chuckle when his voice was made so deep and husky by lust. Despite her occasional frustrations at not having her hands or sight, this afternoon was making her hear details and nuances in her husband that she would otherwise have missed.

Gideon ran his fingers over her left breast, along the curve underneath, over the soft swell on top, before outlining the areola. He cupped and massaged her breast, his thumb and forefinger pinching her nipple, so that she had to bite her lip to stop from crying out, making him smile softly. He gently rubbed the hard nub back and forth, and then flattened his palm against it, easing the sharp sting of pain. His hand slid between her breasts and grazed over the right, delectable mound of flesh. His fingers played again, electrifying her skin and, when he pinched the nipple as he had done with its twin, she rolled towards him, wishing he'd put his mouth back on it again.

"So sensitive." he breathed, leaning so close that his breath washed over her cheek. His tongue ran along her jaw and moved up to her ear. "So... fucking... amazing," he murmured, as his hand closed over her breast, easing the sting once again.

Moving back down her body, he ran the flat of his tongue over her neck and shoulder to her nipple, revelling in the taste of her skin. He continued his path down her body, moving to kneel between her legs as he licked lower. He kissed her hips and then trailed his tongue down over her soft curls. His arms wrapped under her thighs, lifting them and holding them apart.

Vivienne moaned and shivered, feeling his warm breath blowing over her wet pussy. She gasped when his tongue darted out and flicked over her clit, helping her legs to spread wider as he raised her pussy closer to his mouth. His tongue darted out again, and she gasped in pleasure. His fingers massaged her thighs as he licked deeper along the length of her pussy. It was a slow, torturous pace, and she opened her mouth to beg again, promise him anything, if he just gave her more, more of what he knew she needed.

"Gideon.... Oh... fuck..." Her words trailed off as he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard, making her eyes roll, and her whole body tremble in pleasure, as another orgasm built like a tornado gaining speed. His hands moved to add to her pleasure, and she cursed her restraints, wishing that she could run her fingers through his hair. She'd never had such an assortment of feelings assailing her all at once.

Vivienne came for the second time when his fingers slid inside her again. He stroked and licked her through her orgasm, his mouth remaining latched onto her clit, his hot breath adding to the sensations. When he was sure that she was done he released her, lowering her legs to the bed.

She was panting. Her body felt on fire as if nothing he'd done so far had satisfied her completely, and yet she felt as if she had run a marathon with him. When he moved up the bed again, she turned her head to where the bed dipped, wanting to kiss him. His mouth covered hers, and she returned the kiss fervently, tasting and smelling her own sweetness on his lips.

"Relax, Beautiful, just relax," Gideon crooned and untied her wrists, rolling her to her belly.

"But what about..." She began to ask about his pleasure, his release, when he silenced her again with another kiss, once she was settled on her belly. She felt warm liquid on her shoulder blades, and then the feeling of hands, spreading the liquid out over her skin.

He kissed her neck and began massaging her back and shoulders. His fingers slid through the oil, his hands gently pressing and pulling at her muscles, drawing moans and groans from deep inside her. These sensual massages aroused her more than they relaxed her and Gideon knew it. This afternoon was all about her, and he planned to ensure that they both enjoyed it.

She breathed slowly, remembering where else those fingers had just massaged her. When he finished with her neck and upper back, he worked his way along her arms to lace their fingers together, slick with oil. He squeezed her hands then pulled them back up above her head, retying the soft scarves, before working back down to her lower back and sides. She shivered when his fingers brushed against the sides of her sensitive breasts, making her moan louder in pleasure. Once again, he worked down her back, taking a long time on her ass before he began on her legs.

He finished with her feet and slowly slid his hands up the back of her legs, over her ass, pressing out along the back of her waist and hips and up her sides. His fingers grazed the sides of her breasts again, and then he lay flat on top of her, his mouth against her neck. He brushed her hair away and nibbled her right earlobe, making her moan.

Sighing in satiated pleasure, Vivienne wiggled her ass against him, feeling his hardness throb in return. She was hot and bothered despite the massage, and she wanted and needed more.

"Gideon?" Vivienne whimpered and wriggled against his hard cock again.

"Yes, Beautiful?" He sounded amused. As if he was expecting this. He pressed back against her ass.

"Please?" she whimpered

"Please, what?" He licked at her neck.

"Please..." she whined, trying to decide on the best words to use to get what she wanted and needed.

"Hmm?" He stood up, shedding the last of his clothes before he sat beside her again. His hand stroked her lower back and caressed her ass. "What do you want, Beautiful?"

" I want to see you, please let me see you," she begged softly. His hands caressed her cheeks, before rising to slip the blindfold off.

She had to blink several times to adjust to the light in the room. Her eyes drifted down, and she felt the same fluttering low in her belly whenever she took in the hard cock of the man she loved. It lay across his thigh, hard, thick, and she knew he would be hot to her touch if she had her hands free to stroke him.

"Is that all?" His hand moved back to her ass and lower, stroking the inside of her thighs.

"No," she whispered and squirmed.

"What do you want, Beautiful?" His voice was softer, huskier.

"You. I want you. Please, Gideon." She forced herself to swallow and closed her eyes.

"This?" His fingers slipped up between her folds, rubbing against her clit.

"More." Vivienne gasped in pleasure.

"This?" He stroked slowly. His fingers delving inside her warm, slick hole.

"More" Vivienne pulled her knees beneath her, lifting her ass and exposing more of her pussy to him.

"How about this?" His voice was a hot whisper in her ear.

"Oh, please, yes!" She cried out when she felt him press his cock against her, stroking it back and forth between her folds but not entering her.

"What do you want me to do next, Beautiful?" Gideon asked, wanting to hear the words from her gorgeous lips.

Vivienne's tongue froze. It wasn't that she didn't know what to say, but, until she married this man, she had only thought dirty words in her head. She found it so hard to say the words that he wanted out loud, even in the privacy of their bedroom.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Vivienne? Do you want me to fuck you really slow?" Unable to hold his own need back for much longer, he gave her the out that she wanted, with his own words. He leaned across her back, his cock resting between her ass cheeks as he whispered in her ear. "Do you want me to put my cock inside you and fuck you slow and gentle?"

Vivienne blushed deeply and bit her lip as she nodded furiously. Despite being so aroused after all his foreplay, she knew that the first stretch to accommodate his cock would be uncomfortable, but she welcomed it at times like this when she was so ready for all he could give her.

He chuckled, sat up again, and grasped her hips in his strong hands. He nudged her knees further apart with his own, and, as they slid further apart on the sheets, he pressed slowly into her. He loved this position and, listening to her melodic whimpers. He watched his cock disappear into her warm and welcoming body, so slowly that it was excruciating for both of them.

Vivienne burrowed her face into the pillow as, just as he promised, he very slowly stretched and filled her hot, wet pussy to overflowing. She felt the hard, throbbing heat once he was fully inside her and he stilled, before slowly moving, while she adjusted to him and the pleasure she felt. Oh, the pleasure! Tremors rippled through her.

He worked his way slowly and gently, out a little, back in; out a little more, all the way back in, until he was sliding easily so that just the head of his cock remained inside. With both of his hands gripping her hips, he moved her body, with his strokes easing in and out of her. He got into a rhythm, occasionally stopping to press all the way in, pausing to give an extra-deep push, burying his balls against her ass, making her moan louder.

Vivienne lost track of time, just enjoying the sensations - his hands on her body, his cock inside her, her heart racing and the sounds of their combined heavy breathing. She thought that she heard his demanding questions again, but couldn't make sense of them anymore because she was so focused on the increasing pressure building within her, that told of her approaching climax. He had not increased his speed throughout, and that seemed to intensify the entire experience and draw out the pleasure.

Gideon shifted his position slightly, to hit that spot that he knew would send her over the edge again, and was rewarded as she lifted her head and cried out for him. She pushed back against him of her own volition now, and he curled one of his hands around her thigh to her swollen clit, determined to force another, bigger, orgasm from her before he was done.

Over and over again, he slid deep into that perfect spot. The edge got closer rapidly as he started stroking her clit, and then she tipped over, crying out in a hoarse, guttural way as her body jerked and spasmed with the waves that rolled through her in a never-ending tide of pleasure. Her head fell back on to the bed, and he continued to stroke, whispering words of encouragement. She barely made sense of what he was saying, but his deep voice was comforting.

Gideon gripped her tighter. His hips slammed into her over again, as her pussy gripped and milked at his cock, in one of the longest orgasms he had witnessed her having. His fingers moved, and he fucked her harder and deeper, in an effort to prolong it further. It didn't seem long enough before his balls tightened, and a hot stream filled her deep inside. He growled out his pleasure and frustration, and she cried out with him, her body reaping the rewards of his efforts.

While she shook beneath him, Gideon reached above her and untied her wrists, pulling her back against his chest, one of his hands moving around her to cover her breast and caress it. His other hand dropped down to cup her mound, his fingers slipping between her thighs to rub her clit, while he wondered if she could possibly have any more to give him this afternoon.

Vivienne came a fifth time. It was nowhere near the high that she had experienced as he fucked her and, at some point, she pushed his hand away from her clit, begging for mercy. Gideon lifted his fingers to her lips, letting her taste her own sweetness, as he scattered kisses along her shoulder blade and just held her spooned against him until her breath evened out and he knew that she slept.

He smiled, thinking of how well she took to the wrist restraints and blindfold. He would never push her too far. In all honesty, he wasn't into the hard-core stuff that so excited his brothers. He had no desire to hurt Vivienne or make her cry, in anything but pure pleasure. But pushing her, little by little, towards restraints and giving up her control to him entirely, was a rush like nothing he had felt before. Gideon fell asleep thinking about the rest of the time they had in this isolated cabin and what he planned to do with the gorgeous woman, who slept so peacefully in his arms.