Gideon could tell Freya was no longer holding back. Her moans filled the kitchen without restraint, her body trembling as slick kept leaking down around him.
She looked absolutely wrecked in the best way, eyes unfocused, lips parted, nothing leaving her mouth except his name and broken sounds of pleasure.
Her skin glistened with sweat, her arms reaching up as if she needed to hold onto him or she might drift away.
"Ohh! Ahhhnnn~ Gideon! Fuck me more!"
The sight alone made him groan. He thrust harder, faster, his hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed obscenely, his balls slapping against her ass over and over.
They were completely exposed like this, vulnerable and reckless, acting as if there weren't dozens of people just outside.
"Look at them partying without us, Freya," he murmured between breaths. "They've even turned their backs to the house. What a convenient situation, isn't it?"
