With a small smile and a flirtatious glance under her lashes, she responded to the pressure and sank to her knees at his feet, her body feeling a fresh flush of arousal at the thought of performing this sexual act with him.
She grasped his cock at the base and angled it toward her mouth, struck anew at how intimidating he was. She brushed a fleeting kiss across the plump head and then licked the vein running up the bottom. He sifted through her hair before tangling his fingers in the strands. She raised a brow in mock innocence.
“Stop teasing me, baby,” he whispered hoarsely. “Suck it now.”
She kept her gaze locked on his as she engulfed the broad head in her mouth. He was so thick her fingers barely touched where she encircled him, and her lips felt stretched. He tasted delicious, earthy and salty and exactly as she thought a man should taste. She experimented with small dips of her head until his fingers became more insistent in her hair. He pulled her forward, pushing into her mouth with a slow, measured thrust of his hips.
“Shit, you’re so sweet. You don’t know how hot it makes me to see your lips part for me,” he rasped. His hips withdrew and thrust again, a little bit harder. She whimpered and took his passion, loving the dazed vulnerability and pleasure in his brown eyes.
Alex had diedand gone to Heaven. But he was sure angels had nothing on Genevieve.
It wasn’t the first blowjob he’d gotten but, by God, even with her hesitancy and inexperience, he didn’t think he’d ever had better. The sight alone drove him crazy, those eyes glancing up at him boldly, her pouty lips stretched wide over his cock. She was so damned generous, taking his thrusts easily, her hands rubbing the flesh her lips couldn’t reach, her tongue stroking over the tip of him on each pass.
He tightened his hands in her hair, tugging on the strands. His lust flared hotter at the small moan she gave. Oh yes, she was the perfect match for him—he loved a woman who liked her hair pulled. He was ready to stop at a moment’s notice if it got too much for her, but so far she hadn’t complained, thank God.
“You like that, don’t you? Suck me harder.” He tugged at her hair again. She made an agreeable sound and mouthed the sensitive head of his dick, taking his pleasure to a whole new level.
His thrusts came harder and shorter…he could feel his balls tightening, the tingling in his spine. He cupped her face and tried to pull her head away. “Back up, baby. I’m going to come.”
She moaned in acceptance, her head dipping lower, resisting his attempts to pull her off.
He slid his fingers inside of her mouth to pry her off, but she held on, flattening her tongue and taking him almost to the back of her throat on the next thrust, swallowing around him, milking him. That was all it took. He jerked in the chair, holding her head to him, and erupted in her mouth, one pulsating jet after another. She made a startled noise, but held on, taking his passion inside of her.
He collapsed in the chair as she sat back on her knees and wiped her mouth. Looking at her naked body, her mussed hair and her lips shiny wet from her mouth and his come, he hardened again to readiness. She was violently aroused, her eyes dazed and hot, the small shivers coursing through her. He held out his hand. “Come here and sit on me.”
She rose in an unsteady movement and straddled him. His cock flirted with the entrance to her body, just pushing inside of the silky wet folds. At the hot kiss, his hands clenched on her hips. “Take me in, Genevieve. I’m going to die if I don’t get inside of you again.”
“Wait, let me do it,” she said coyly, capturing the insistent hands on her hips. Still she teased him, only allowing half of his size inside of her before lifting. He held his breath as the tip of him came close to withdrawing before she lowered herself again, walls of tight wetness just grasping and releasing the head of his dick.
It wasn’t nearly enough. “Deeper, Genevieve. Take it now,” he growled.
“You don’t like this?” she asked slyly as she dipped a little lower.
Oh God, he loved her natural sexuality. His fingers bit into her hips as he gave her a mock frown. “You’re not behaving, Genevieve.”
She laughed, a free, joyful sound. “I’m really scared, Alex.” She gasped as he leaned forward to capture her nipple between his teeth, giving it a quick, careful bite.
He laved the nipple and smiled at her threateningly. “You should be.” He opened his hand and carefully slapped her ass, not hard, mindful of her delicate flesh, just a light swat to nudge her burning up a notch.
She squealed with outrage, but he could see the flare of arousal in her eyes, the tightening and rush of cream on his dick where she gripped just the tip. “You hit me!”
“No, I tapped you.” He smacked her other cheek and she moaned. “I’ll spank you harder if you disobey me again. Take all of me.”
Her eyes were dark amethyst and hot as she stared at him. He realized that the amulet she wore between her full breasts had changed colors, darkened to the exact shade of her eyes. She licked her lips and then deliberately lifted herself up, completely off his dick. The air felt cold and unpleasant as it rushed over him, but did nothing to dull the hot blood flowing through him at the level of trust she’d just handed to him.
He growled and jerked her flush against him for a bruising kiss, no longer gentle, eating at her lips. He held her head still for the dominant thrust of his tongue while his other hand slid down her body to cup her ass. She screamed into his mouth as he tapped her rounded butt a half a dozen times, each slap vibrating on the flesh of his cock held against her. When he knew her ass would be blushing he brought his hand down between the crease and filled her pussy with three fingers, making her cry out in pleasure and relief. She was dripping down her thighs and over his hand.
“Please, Alex, I need you,” she mewled.
“What do you need? My cock?”
“Oh yes, please.”
“So polite,” he murmured with a dark smile. He held her tight to him and turned them in the chair so she was sitting. He arranged her legs over the armrests, bent his knees and thrust into her to the hilt. She came immediately, and he gritted his teeth as he felt the tight contractions on his dick.
He shafted her in deep strokes, his balls slapping against her sex on every thrust, keeping her orgasm alive. It became one long episode of shivers and contractions. A dull throb in his right arm increased with every stroke, protesting the strain of the position, but he couldn’t stop. He knew he should have been able to hold out much longer after his earlier release, but the feeling of her writhing underneath him, her body soft and flushed, her moans loud and uninhibited, stripped his control away. He hammered into her until he erupted, feeling as though his orgasm came from the bottoms of his feet.
He caught himself before he could collapse on her heaving body and found the energy to haul her up and reverse their positions until she draped his chest.
