Gideon took half a step back, and he didn't let go of Mindy's legs while observing the pumpkin-infused beauty in front of him.
It was all there, on the table, a mouthwatering feast, and it was all his.
Mindy bit her lower lip in anticipation as Gideon lowered himself at the cradle of her thighs and took a deep breath.
If she knew this would happen, she would tidy up down there. It's not that she was unkempt, but he was her mate, and it was special, and she wanted to leave a good impression. She regretted not getting a Brazilian waxing the last time she went to a spa.
But he didn't seem to mind. Actually, he seemed delighted by the sight in front of him.
Gideon used his right leg to pull a chair closer, and he sat on the chair with his head hovering above Mindy's intimate bush.
The whole scene looked like Gideon sat for a meal, and Mindy was it.
She saw him getting lower, and his breath fanned her moist flesh, and there it was...
