Helping Hands
murphyhunts:
His wrist still held that burning sensation where she grabbed him; Gideon was pleased she had not pulled him away so soon. Over the years the older man had tried his best not to imagine this happening, but always failing in the end. Her pale bare legs, paraded around shared hotel rooms, had tempted him for years now. Finally his longing desire to travel up them and devour what had, until now, lay hidden from him was quenched. And yet he ached for moreâŚ
Her groan, and soft landing on the pillow at the top of the bed, seemed to beg Gideon to go further. Slowly his fingers slid back down, stroking her inner lips, feeling the heat coming from between soft folds.
One long arm looped around her bent knee, the darkness of his skin contrasting with her own. Nose and lips pressed against her bent leg as he slowly pushed a single finger between velvety lips.
    This was not happening. This couldnât be happening. But it was, and all reason had flown out the window the moment he settled in between her legs. Heâd had her wrapped around his finger far longer, though neither of them realized that just yet. Or perhaps that denial was just that strong. He was still married, even if they were separated for a while now. And he was her partner. Her senior partner at that. But that, and every other rational thought she held in her pleasantly fuzzy head, flew out the window the moment those thick, capable fingers stroked her pink, eager lips, sending a little shiver down her spine.
    Laurel closed her eyes with a flutter of lashes. Lips parted to speak, but the half-hearted protest that she wasnât even sure she wanted to make died on her tongue the moment she felt one rough fingertip against her entrance, and then turned into a breathy sigh as he pushed in. She was tight, but wet, eager though sheâs never admit to it. Her hips shifted, the only hint that she was holding back, that some part of her was trying not to make things worse. He could take her, then and there. She knew it, and he probably did, too. But it would be a terrible idea, in the grand scheme of things. A line that shouldnât be crossed, though some might say theyâd already done that, and there was no coming back.
    She blamed it on her lack of any sexual contact for the last several years.
Her breathy sigh almost pulled him from the strange fog that had taken hold of Gideon. He had watched her for so long, resisted the temptation but could no longer hold himself back. Now he wanted to explore the last few inches of pale skin she hadnât exposed in their share hotel rooms.
Tight and wet, he slowly withdrew his single finger before pushing back into her. Her hips twitched, and he could tell her body was still tense, holding back something from him. The scent of her desire filled the small space between them and Gideon knew better.
He nipped the inside of her knee while he pushed deeper, finger pressing and stroking whole his thumb circled that bundle of nerves.


















