He groaned, shifting under her, an erection beginning to form in his jeans.
Sitting up on him, straddling his lap, she undid his belt and pants. “So, do you think maybe I should try again?” she shrugged, pulling her lower lip between her teeth. “I mean, I don’t want you to get the impression that I’m horrible at it. I would like to have a second chance.”
He took a deep breath in and slowly released it. “I, ummmm. Yeah. I’m good with giving you another shot.”
Grinning, Genevieve hooked her thumbs into the belt loops of his jeans and tugged them down. Grabbing the waistband of his boxer briefs, she gave them a yank down, exposing his erection to her. The yearning between her legs ignited at the sight of his beautiful cock, proud and ready to pleasure her in any way she wanted it to.
She wiggled her way down the length of his body until her mouth was hovering over his member. Grasping his dick she lazily began stroking him, lifting her gaze from his member to meet his eyes. Hunger flared up in his blue eyes, causing another stir between her legs.
Ducking her head, she lashed out her tongue and flicked at one of his balls. His body tensed and he inhaled sharply, his fingers slipping into her hair and grasping the back of her head. Her tongue lashed out at the second ball and was rewarded with another groan. Smiling, she softly sucked one ball into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue. His entire body vibrated and his fingers fisted into her hair, as she released the first ball to suck in the second.
“Very good. Oh, very good,” he growled.
She released his ball and grinned, looking back up at him. “So better than in Vegas?” She didn’t wait for a reply, which ended up being a groaning sound, but ran the tip of her tongue along the side of his shaft and then circled the head before sucking it onto her mouth and toying with the slit.
“So incredible, Ginny.”
Grasping the base of his shaft in her hand she began to stroke the base while her mouth moved up and down on him, her tongue circling and teasing with each up and down motion. It didn’t take long before he was bucking up into her mouth, the head of his cock slamming against the back of her throat with each thrust.
She moaned around his cock and he groaned with her, the vibrations of her moans taking him to another level of desire. She could feel his cock thickening as his balls tightened in her mouth.
He was going to cum and she welcome it, quickening her pace, and tightening her grasp on the base of his dick.
Unlike in Vegas he didn’t verbally warn her before a forceful stream of his cum came rushing into her mouth as she swallowed him down. Once the last spurt of his seed left his shaft, she licked him clean before releasing him and looked up to meet his gaze.
His blue eyes turned incredibly dark, sending a shiver through her. Pushing her back, he got off the sofa and stood. Grabbing her hand he pulled her up with him. Without warning his mouth came crashing down on hers and her mind went blank as the feelings of pleasure came rushing through her.
As they became slaves to their desires for each other their clothing was removed in a blur as he urged her toward the bedroom. But they didn’t make it. Her panties were the last article of clothing to be removed between them, just as they reached the entrance to the kitchen.
“Change in plans,” he announced, looking into the kitchen and smiling.
“Huh?” She glanced into the room wondering what he had in mind. She didn’t have much time to ponder; grabbing her thighs, he hoisted her up onto his hips and walked with her into the kitchen and set her onto the countertop next to the fridge.
“Don’t move.”
Genevieve trembled. It was cooler in the kitchen than the rest of the house and her nipples immediately tightened in response to the chill. She watched him open the fridge, fumble inside and when he emerged he was holding strawberries and whipped cream in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.
“We’re having a snack?” she asked, giving him a timid smile, as she placed her hands on the counter behind her and leaned back.
Smiling, Graham gave her a wink and set the berries and whipped cream on the countertop beside her then took a second to open the bottle of white wine. “Oh yeah.” Placing the opened bottle of wine on the counter, he grabbed the whipped cream can and shook it before popping off the top. Pointing the nozzle toward her left nipple, he sprayed a small dollop onto it, covering the peak. She inhaled sharply, the cool whip teasing her hard nipple. He added another dollop onto her other nipple and then stepped back, inspecting his handiwork.
“You had better be cleaning that up mister.”
“I indeed to.” He leaned down and his tongue lashed out swiping the cream from her nipple, then took it into his mouth a second time nipping lightly and sending a jolt of pleasure through her. Kissing his way across her chest he repeated the process with the second nipple.
Coating her nipples a second time, he removed a strawberry from the box and swiped the end of the berry in the cream and held it to her mouth. She hesitated a moment before taking a bite from the sweet, succulent fruit.
He dipped a second berry into the cream on her second nipple, ate the berry and then covered his lips with hers. His lips and tongue were sweet and delicious as their kiss deepened, their tongues dancing.
She was so engrossed in the pleasure of his lips and tongue that she didn’t notice him picking up the can until she felt the cool cream covering her mound. She broke the kiss with a squeal.
She tried to close her legs, but his body in front of her refused to allow it.
“Oh my God, it’s cold,” she protested, laughing.
“Mmmm. Then let me warm you.” Pulling her to the edge of the counter, he crouched and licked the length of her, gathering up the whipped cream as he went.
The cool quickly turned to warmth as his tongue removed the cream from her mound. She groaned, closing her eyes and allowing her head to fall back, moaning softly. As soon as the coolness was removed and she sighed, she was jolted back to alertness by a cold liquid being poured over her mound.
She inhaled sharply and looked down to see him part her soft folds and lick up the length of her slit, lapping up the wine that coated her mound. The heat of his tongue in combination with the coolness was thrilling, making her pussy clench in need. She wiggled against his mouth and tongue, willing him to thrust his tongue into her needy core. But he denied her.
Once her mound was clean of the wine and cream, Graham straightened; the intensity in his gaze sent a chill of anticipation through her. She glanced down between them and another surge of need rushed through her seeing his shaft, full and ready to take her.