When Gideon clutched her skin tightly, the feeling was almost painful. Amelia sucked in a breath sharply, but she had to admit she really, really liked it. Though tender and loving sex was great, the rough and sometimes painful kind could be a definite plus too. It also seemed that Gideon wasn't interested in wasting any time, especially when he nearly ripped off her underwear and she let out an aroused and slightly amused giggle. Had she wanted to tease him more, she wasn't even sure she would have been able to manage it. He seemed too keen on other things, and his control in that moment was pretty complete. She didn't mind though. Being controlled sometimes was beyond fucking sexy, especially when the one doing it was a particular Gideon Prewett. She wanted to touch every part of his body, but settled for curling her arms around his waist and getting her fingers lost in his blonde locks.
Before she really registered what was happening, his hands were between her legs and touching some of her most sensitive bits and she leaned forward, letting out a growl before biting down on his shoulder. Not anything too hard, but enough that he would have felt it. Her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head at the amount of pleasure she was already feeling, but she managed to pull herself together long enough to lean forward and reach down around his arm, helping to free him from his jeans and taking his already hard length in hand. Stroking him, she moaned softly into his chest before moving up and kissing him heatedly. The entire time she never stopped her hands, making sure to pass out the most pleasurable experience she could.
Breaking away, she was almost breathless as she moved closer to the edge of the counter and pulling him closer with her legs. "Now. I want you now," she breathed, pulling him by the shirt closer to her.