She chewed at her lower lip as she peered down at him, the heat in her eyes increasing.
If I touch her I’m done for.
But he didn’t have much of a choice as she straddled his waist and lowered herself onto him.
Her scent – sweet roses – filled his nostrils.
“You’re making this really hard to keep to the no sex-o for tonight.”
She moaned softly as her lips grazed the side of his neck. “Are you really sure?”
Placing his hands on the backs of her thighs, he slowly moved them upward, pushing the hem of the t-shirt up until his hands cupped her lace-covered bottom.
He swallowed and closed his eyes, trying to push down his desire.
“I want this to be special, Ginny. I’m trying to be gentlemanly here. But you’re making it so hard.”
She moved over him, rubbing her pelvis against his erection. A low growl like groan came from him and he pulled her tight against him, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured, lowering her head and placing a string of kisses across his chest.
“I don’t think you are.” His hands slipped under the lace and moved toward the apex between her legs. She moaned softly and pressed into his hands, tempting him with her moist heat.
Her soft moans and sighs were almost as enticing as the feel of her wetness as his fingers reached her pussy lips. She lifted her head and ghosted her lips across his. As their lips teased, he thrust a finger deep within her and she cried out against his lips. Her hips immediately began to grind on him as she began to fuck his fingers, which now were stroking her inner wall.
Holding herself up with one hand, she slipped her other hand between them, yanked down his boxer briefs, exposed his shaft and grasped him. As he stroked her inner core, she stroked him, stroking him harder and faster, keeping pace with his fingers within her.
His arousal was quickly coming to its breaking point. It was killing him not to rip her clothing from her body and take her hard and fast, filling her exquisite body with his seed.
“Fuck, Ginny,” he groaned when her lips moved back to his neck, nipping and lashing the sensitive skin with her tongue. “I’m not going to last much longer if we keep this up.”
She murmured something incoherent, and she bucked harder against his fingers, her pussy beginning to tighten and tremble around his probing digits. Her breathing became more rapid, and her soft moans became louder as she reached her climax. He knew he wasn’t going to be long behind her; the tightening in his balls was becoming painful as he prepared for release.
“Oh God! Oh yes! So good. Oh my God!” she groaned into his ear, the warmth of her breath running through him. Her bucking over him became wild, while the stroking of him became more intense. She was going to bring him hard and fast.
He fought to hold on, but her cry out accompanied with the quivering of her around his fingers and the release of her fluids coating his hand and wrist was his undoing. His groan accompanied her whimpers of pleasure as the tension within his cock came to a head. He exploded, the evidence of his ejaculation gushing from him and coating both their stomachs.
She moaned a final time, her pussy reaching orgasm a final time. Spent, she collapsed onto him, releasing his depleted rod and pressing her face against his chest. He slid his hands up her back, under her shirt and held her tight to him as his heart rate slowly returned to normal.
“Mmmm. Now we can go to sleep,” she murmured, a smile of satisfaction on her lips, slipping from him and cuddling to his side, her leg draped across his.
Chuckling, he kissed the top of her head and held her tight. “Yes, ma’am.”
Her smile widened as she closed her eyes. She was asleep within minutes.
~*~*~*~*~*~
~ Genevieve ~
The entire morning Genevieve had been wearing a big, goofy grin on her face as she worked.
Even her customers picked up on it, inquiring about why she was in such a great mood. She felt like a teenager again, giddy and excited about the boy she liked in her class. It felt good.
Refreshing.
She’d woken up that morning to an empty bed, but Graham had left a note on the bedside table telling her to be dressed and waiting for him at 7pm for a surprise. It had been a long, long time since she’d been surprised with anything from a man. Even when Alex proposed to her, it wasn’t a surprise, it was a conversation at his house and then he took her to the jewelry store for a ring; it was hardly romantic in any way. With each date with Graham she came to realize something; she’d dodged a bullet when Alex broke up with her.
Grabbing a stepladder, she made her way over to the left wall with a half-dozen scarves.
Climbing the ladder, she stretched to reach the top peg.
“God damn,” she growled through clenched teeth, missing the peg on her first few tries.
Going to have to lower that peg. It was something she told herself every time she added inventory to it, but she never, ever got around to it. The door chimed, but she didn’t pay any mind to the customer as she struggled to hook the scarves.
“I’ll be right with you,” she called out, not deterring from the task at hand. She heard footsteps coming up behind her so she made a small jump, attempting to hook them once and for all so she could attend to her customer.
A smile of triumph emerged on her lips as the hangers hooked onto the hook, but her smile quickly faded and a scream emerged from her lips as she lost her footing and she went toppling off of the stepladder. She closed her eyes, expecting to feel the hard impact of her body hitting the floor, but instead found herself being caught, with a strong arm under her legs and one under her back, and being pulled tight to her rescuer’s chest.
A recognizable scent drifted to her nose even before her rescuer opened his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed tighter to him.
“Graham?” She opened her eyes and caught the gaze of Dane.
“Wrong brother, baby.” Despite her error, he grinned, keeping her in his arms and tight to him.
“Oh, Dane.” She ranked a hand through her hair, brushing a stray lock of hair that had slid over her eyes out of her face. “What are you doing here?”
He slowly released her and set her back onto her feet. “I’m here to take you to lunch.”
She searched her brain, wondering if she’d agreed to have lunch with him the previous night; she couldn’t recall such a conversation.
“I was in the area and thought you might want to grab a sandwich at the deli down the street,”
he further explained.