Finding out that Amelia's getup was really easy to take off came as a surprise. To Gideon's eyes, it looked pretty complicated. He'd mastered plenty of lingerie, but mostly just the normal kind. The more complicated stuff like what Amelia was wearing, he'd left to the girl to strip off for him. But it was nice to know that said complicated stuff was getting easier. Maybe next time, he'd take the initiative and figure it out for himself. Gideon was going to quite enjoy seeing Amelia take it off, just as he enjoyed the look on her face as he touched her. There was no reason Amelia needed to try being quiet. Their own house meant she could be as loud as she felt like being.
Gideon smirked to himself when she begged him to get out of his boxers. He wasn't going to deny her that wish, and when Amelia allowed him, he reached down and shoved his boxers down his legs before kicking them down to his feet and off somewhere onto the floor. Somehow, that movement never ceased to be awkward when one was doing it without the use of hands. Gideon clenched his jaw as Amelia's teeth grazed his ear. Amelia could be as loud as possible, but it was never really the same when guys were vocal and Gideon was going to keep quiet enough.
Once both devoid of any fabric barriers, Gideon reached up and placed his hand on the back of Amelia's head, bringing her back down to him as his thumb found its spot again. He didn't let them last long the way they were, though. He wanted Amelia as much as she wanted him, and soon enough both hands were on her waist and helping her lift her body up so he could slip inside her.