He gave a short laugh. “I’m shaking with lust, not illness. Get over here.”
She stood in front of him. He scraped his nail over one of her nipples. Immediately, it and its companion responded, the nipples making obvious points against the bra. He grinned. “They like me.”
“Surprise,” she said dryly, and he laughed, then sobered.
“Are you okay with this?”
She hadn’t been, but the way he looked at her breasts with such clear need had calmed her unease a bit. He wasn’t eyeing her belly pooch or other imperfections with disgust.
All the same, everything had moved at such warp speed, she didn’t know if she could handle being naked with him just yet.
Misunderstanding her hesitation, Alex removed his hand, his face wiped clean of expression. “I’m not rushing you. Put your clothes back on.”
Her body was ready to howl in sadness at that idea. “It’s fine.” Refusing to think about it anymore, she pushed her jeans over her hips and let them fall to the floor. Genevieve kicked them to the side.
His eyes were so big, Genevieve could see the whites all around his pupils. She could feel the touch of his gaze everywhere, up and down her legs, between her thighs, on her belly, her breasts. When he finally met her gaze, he spoke. “I adore your body. I worship it. I want to sink into it and never come up for air. Can you turn around and bend over for me?”
Whatever doubts she had vanished. She gave him a wicked grin. “Only if you’re good.”
“I can be as good as you want me to be. Why don’t you take off that bra? It looks very uncomfortable.”
Driven to please both of them, she obeyed. When she slipped her bra down her arms he licked his full lips in appreciation. As her panties hit the floor, his gaze traveled south. “You’re so pretty. Come here.”
She ripped open the box she’d tossed on the side table. Withdrawing a foil packet, she walked toward him, growing more confident with every step she took, despite the various jiggling she knew was going on. When she was within his arm’s reach, he eased her forward with his hands on her hips. “I think these breasts were made for me. Look at these pretty nipples. They’re so long.”
She looked down. When erect, her nipples were rather long. It had always been a bit of an embarrassment. “Can’t help it.”
“I don’t want you to. I love them. Are they sensitive? Do you like it when I do this?” He scraped his pinky nail against the tip.
Nice, but she needed more and arched toward him. He took his cue beautifully and captured her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching until Genevieve gave a low, long moan of acceptance to spur him on.
“Will you like my mouth more?” He plumped her flesh higher and bent to draw the hard tip into his mouth. She panted as he sucked and laved it with his tongue, and gasped when he bit down gently.
“Alex, I really don’t need any more foreplay.”
He lifted his head and studied the nipples flushed red, hardened to tight little points. “God, angel, you’re so sensitive. I could play with these forever.” His forefinger nudged one nipple, and his eyes darkened as it instantly hardened and lengthened some more.
She straddled his lap so they were face to face. Though she knew no one was in her backyard, she felt mildly exposed from behind thanks to the glass wall the couch faced. However, it was worth it for the erotic thrill she knew he got from seeing her, as he had put it, framed by snow. He surveyed her briefly and then buried his face in her neck, biting and sucking the flesh while his hand quested down her body. She could feel every callus on his palm as he rubbed circles into the softly rounded flesh of her stomach.
He stroked lower until his fingers rested on the top of the triangle of curls that shielded her. He nibbled on her ear and whispered, “Can I shave you one day?”
Genevieve shuddered. “Would I like it?”
“I’d make sure you loved it.”
Not only was she considering it, Genevieve was ready to go grab the razor. If the idea excited Alex as much as it seemed to, she figured she would probably love it too.
He didn’t wait for her response, but dipped his fingers down to part her folds and slide a finger down her slit. She was creamier in just a few minutes with him than she had ever been on her own. “Mmmm, yeah, you’re sweet.”
The depth of her arousal would have embarrassed her had she not been feeling so desperate. Her body made a squelching sound as he drove a finger inside her. His shudder echoed hers when he added another finger, thrusting deep with strong, smooth strokes. She gave a startled moan when he withdrew his hand and lifted her leg. “I’m not feeling too sure of my abilities to keep myself sitting and get inside you without embarrassing myself. Let me lie down.”
They readjusted until he was lying on his back, one foot flat on the floor. His penis rose thick and long, the head almost bouncing off his bellybutton. He noted the direction of her gaze and rubbed her hip. “Don’t be scared.”
“I’m not,” she assured him. She wasn’t lying. With him under her, her body completely exposed to him, there was no wariness or distrust. Everything had been building toward this minute. She looked him straight in the eye and picked up the condom she’d tossed on the couch. “I want you inside of me.”
“Let me put that on. I won’t last two seconds if you get your hands on me again.”
She was a bit disappointed, since she’d wanted to smooth the latex down over him, but she consoled herself with the fact that he could probably do it faster. Sure enough, he was dressed to play in no time. When he reached down to part her folds and lodge the tip of his cock against her opening, she stopped him by grasping his penis in her fist. “You lie back. Let me handle this.”
