“I don’t know if that’s how I’d describe it,” I admit,crazed as I feel my way down, sliding my hand to her inner thigh, torturing myself just as much as I am her with how lightly I stroke her.
“Don’t tease me, Grant,” she urges, breaking our kiss, her breath more raged with every second.
“Just appreciating how soft you are.”
“First time?” she quips, eyes heavy with lust, but quiet insecurity sits behind them.
“Lift,” I say, letting my touch drift over her sensitive center before wrapping behind her thigh, “like this.”
She shudders, her hands grasping my shoulders as I guide her leg higher, opening herself up to me, and I slowly press a finger into her, my head falling to her shoulder as a tortured moan escapes her.
“Fuck.” I swallow hard, coming up to look at her. “Do you ever touch yourself?” The thought of it has my need for her coiling tighter.
She blushes but answers anyway. “Sometimes.”
I slowly pull out of her, adding another finger as I sink back in, then out again, then in, and I feel her wet arousal, hear it. “Like this?” I skate my thumb over her clit, rub as my fingers stroke.
I’m looking at her now, watching her chest rise and fall in the periphery, memorizing the way her pouty lips stay parted between moans, witnessing how she somehow looks even more beautiful lost in her arousal.
“No,” she answers, like an afterthought, her eyes trained on mine and so focused on what I’m giving her—so focused on me. “This is,” she takes a shallow breath as she presses her eyes shut, “better.”
She opens them again, her gaze locking with mine, and I watch her chase the feeling.
“That’s it. You’re doing so well, sweetheart.” My fingersstop their stroking, instead focusing on her clit and finding the rhythm she needs. “Are you gonna come for me, Genevieve?”
Her gasp is like lighter fluid on a brushfire and my lips crash into hers, my free hand stroking and gripping her. I can feel her tensing against me, can sense this tidal wave of energy approaching, and when it finally consumes her, she holds nothing back as her release racks her body. I don’t stop until she’s collapsed against me, the final waves of her climax subsided.
Her breath is steady, so steady and calm as I hold her, time passing without any real measure.
“Sorry,” she says, pulling back with a content smile on her face. “I’ve never…felt that.” She says it more like a question, like a wonder. Satisfaction races through me.
“You tellin’ me I’m the only person who’s made you come?” I can’t help but smirk, watching the most adorable person I’ve ever seen be this limp and languid and deliriously happy because of me. Her eyes roll, the way they do, and I steal a kiss. She kisses me back, freely.
She rolls her lips together like she’s savoring the kiss, her cheeky grin spurring one of my own. “Gentleman don’tbrag, do they?”
“This one does,” I say, gazing down at her, finding myself unable to get my fill. I don’t think it’s possible.
One arm wrapped around her waist, my other hand mindlessly sifting through the bouncy waves of her hair, I hold her close to me, dreading the moment I’ll have to let go. She brings her hand up to my face, cradling it.
“What are you thinking?” she whispers.
“I’m thinking that… I don’t know when it happened, but I can’t stop thinkin’ about you. I’m thinking that you are an integral part of me, all of a sudden.” I step into her, crowding her, dipping my head in an almost kiss. “I’ve just been wanting you, Gen. I’ve been waitin’ for you to get here.” Our lips brush, hers curved into an amused smile as she gently nudges me back, tilting her head.
“Since when?”
“Don’t know.” I give a small shrug, slightly embarrassed by how long I’ve been gone for her.
“The bar?” I shake my head. “The game?” I shake my head again, and her brows furrow. “Before?” she asks, shocked.
“The moment you propositioned me by that tree, I had a feeling there wassomethingthere.” I fight a grin as I tease her, her head shake and eye roll doing something to my heart. “That mornin’ you showed up at my door,” I finally admit.
Her eyes go soft, remembering. “I’d just been so shitty to you.”
“I know.”
“That was it?”
“That was it.” I pull her in, breathing in her heated, sweet vanilla scent. “I thought I could walk away and then you showed up and…I couldn’t.” I say it and immediately wish I could reel it back, feeling stripped bare.
