She sat up and freed him from the sensual prison, his crown releasing from her mouth with a pop. The back of her hand passed over lips wet from him. “So are you liking my fantasies now?”
It took him a moment to focus, his whole body geared up for an explosion. “Love them. Love them more if you’d let me finish. I’m begging you.”
“Where’s the fun in ending this quickly?” she purred. She straddled him, his neglected cock pointing up between her legs. Her hair tumbled down to her waist, the ends just brushing against his skin. She was flushed with arousal, her eyes hot with dazed hunger, her mouth silky smooth and wet. Her body glowed with health. She looked like a fertility goddess, and he was her welcome captive.
She distracted him from his musings when she reached down and deliberately spread her pussy, revealing the swollen little clit. She grasped his cock and he watched with fascination as she rubbed the tip against the nubbin. At the first pass, her head fell back and her hair lashed his thighs.
He jerked. “Genevieve. I’ve had enough. Fuck me.”
She stopped moving against him, a satisfied smile playing over her lips. Genevieve leaned down close to whisper in his ear. “I can’t tell you how happy I am you just gave me an order. Now I get to gag you.”
He narrowed his eyes and his muscles tensed. “The hell you will.” Fun and games were one thing, but he wasn’t about to have a piece of cloth shoved into his mouth. He had never seen the appeal of silencing a partner when their screams of pleasure drove him higher.
“You’ll like the way I silence you, I think.” A careful tug of his earlobe made him shudder, and then she was sliding up his body in a graceful move until her breasts were even with his mouth. Never one to miss an opportunity, he drew her nipple within his mouth, loving the feel of her against his tongue. His hands curled, desperate to massage her breasts while he sucked her nipples, wanting nothing more than to give her as much pleasure as she gave him.
She pulled back from his mouth, panting for breath. “That’s not what I was talking about.” She moved further up his torso, before a flash of uncertainty darkened her gaze.
An inkling of what she wanted emerged in his brain and he almost whooped with glee while his cock hardened to a degree he had never experienced. Oh, yes, he was most definitely in love with a goddess. “Oh you sweet, sweet woman. Come on up here and sit on my face. And since that was an order, you have to silence me now.”
Her skin reddened but she wore a determined expression. She threw a leg over his head, straddling his face and bracing herself with a hand on the headboard behind him. He had a moment to appreciate her rounded thighs on either side of him before he inhaled the sexual musk of her body.
Genevieve would never have thoughtit would be possible to be in such a position with a man and not feel horribly self-conscious, but the pleasure and intimacy scrubbed any lingering shyness away.
Alex nipped at her thighs before moving his mouth toward her vagina, the light curls providing no barrier to his determined lips and tongue. He worried her clitoris, making her shout with pleasure, before diving his tongue into her channel and setting up a rhythm that had her clutching the headboard and gasping along with him.
He turned his head to the side. “Rub your clit for me while I tongue you.”
Genevieve ignored his rule-breaking and mindlessly obeyed, and he kept pace with the speed of her fingers with unerring accuracy. Her release burst upon her and she slumped over him. Every bone in her body felt like it had melted.
“Angel?” His voice was muffled, and she blushed, removing herself from his face so he could breathe, coming to rest in a kneel next to him.
She swallowed. “Yes?”
His body was strung so tight, he practically vibrated. “I know you like to rest after you come, but I really need some relief here. It’s been too long. So since you’re not a cruel goddess, can you please just climb on here and fuck me?”
Her body tingled anew at the sight of his penis, the ropy veins heavily engorged. His fingers were clenched so tight around the frame of the bed that his knuckles had turned white. She straddled his hips and fumbled for his erection, directing it inside her. He grunted in appreciation and relief when he was fully sheathed, and then shouted in increasing pleasure with her movements as she bucked on his body. She came quickly this time, in a fiery burst. Alex ground his hips upward into her contractions, lifting her off the bed in his enthusiasm. She slumped over him again, out of breath, this time with the satisfaction of knowing she had pleased him too.
“That was awesome.”
A lock of hair fell over his forehead and she brushed it back. “I’m glad you had fun,” she said, smiling back. “You know, I am really good at taking control. I think I might have a future as a dominatrix. I saw this magazine once, and it had the most interesting toys…”
Alex groaned. “Stop. You’ll kill me.”
A loud ripping noise filled the room. She only had time to let out a single yelp of surprise before Alex wrapped his big arms around her and rolled her over, pressing her body into the mattress with the heavy weight of his own.
She gave him a mock glower and blew a piece of hair out of her face. “No fair. You could have gotten free whenever you wanted to.”
“The fact that I didn’t shows how much I liked it.” He nuzzled her neck and stilled. Their hearts slowed together, beat together. “I love you, Genevieve.”
She threaded her fingers through his hair, closing her eyes at the emotion and the huge bubble of happiness in her chest. “I…love you too.” What a scary thing to tell someone. Hopefully, saying those three little words would get easier with practice, with security, with time.
Alex placed a loud, smacking kiss on her lips, breaking the seriousness of the moment. “My turn now. Assume position and get me some fresh scarves, woman.”
She laughed, a joyous sound. “Make me.”
Epilogue: Eighteen months later
Genevieve tootedthe horn of her little used Honda as she rolled into the driveway of her and Alex’s home.
