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He slipped an arm beneath her thigh and lifted her leg, sliding it along his forearm until he hooked her knee in the crook of his elbow. When he placed one hand near her ear on the blanket and reared up over her, he pressed on the back of her leg, prying her wide.

Genevieve cried out in amazement at the intense pressure as his cock slid into her body. He flexed his hips and grunted gutturally. He paused with his balls pressed tightly to her cunt. They stared at each other while their bellies heaved in excitement.

Genevieve had never felt so full . . . so volatile . . . so ready to burst into flame from a whispering touch in her life.

His tongue swiped at the coat of perspiration that had accumulated above his upper lip.

“Okay?” he asked on a puff of exhaled air.

Genevieve nodded. It was all she could manage with her knee nearly hitting her chest and his large cock throbbing deep inside her. Her vaginal muscles convulsed around him. She felt his back shudder and a spasm went through his cheek.

“You’re so sweet, girl. So tight. So . . . fucking”—he withdrew and then pressed his testicles to her again, grinding his pelvis against her clit—“
hot
.”

She cried out as the orgasm blasted through her body.

CHAPTER
TWELVE

S
ean’s eyes crossed as heat flooded around his cock and Genny’s vagina clamped around him. He’d already felt like he’d died and gone to heaven, being lodged inside the sweetest pussy he’d ever known. Then Genny started to come, and the primal mandate swelled inside of him to take her.

He looked down at the sight of her beautiful face pulled tight with pleasure, felt the shudders of orgasm coursing through her body. Her vagina writhed around his cock . . . taunting it.

He’d wanted her for so damn long. It seemed a little surreal that the time had finally come to make her his in this most basic of ways.

He made a small circling motion with his pelvis, grinding down on her. She whimpered and shook as another wave of orgasm hit her, vibrating into his near-to-bursting cock.

“Open your eyes,” he muttered when her trembling had waned.

Her eyelids opened heavily She panted as she looked up at him. He saw her soul shining in her firelit, gray eyes. A spasm of emotion rippled through him, lighting a fuse. His cock swelled in her tight sheath, making him grimace in pain.

He started to thrust.

“Ah, girl . . . what you do to me,” he grated out between clenched teeth. He slid out of her until only the cockhead remained fast in her clinging pussy then growled in ecstasy as he rocketed back into her. He watched her through narrowed eyelids as her breasts trembled from the impact of their smacking flesh and a whimper of pleasure popped out of her throat.

How could he feel so much tenderness toward her and yet want to fuck her like an animal all at once? The paradox created an untenable friction inside him.

“I’m gonna have to take you hard,” he explained regretfully as he pumped. “I’ve waited so long, and you feel so damn good.”

“Yes.”

Just like that. Sweet, simple . . . generous beyond belief, even when the evidence was surrounding him that she hadn’t taken a man in a very long time.

He drove into her again and again. Genny shifted her hips, sliding her pussy along his pistoning cock, meeting him stroke for stroke in their carnal rhythm. Sean didn’t know if it was because so many feelings were involved when it came to Genny, or just the fact that her pussy felt like it’d been made for him, but the friction was perfect . . . optimal.

Mind-blowing.

A burning sensation tingled in his cock and went all the way up his backbone, pitching him into mindless excitement. He was like a waif who had unexpectedly arrived in heaven, a kid who feared his stay was an error and would inevitably be short-lived. He strove wildly to fill his greedy senses; raced to penetrate Genny’s farthest depths before she was whisked away from him.

Genny, Genny, Genny.
Her name resounded in his head every time his flesh slapped against hers and she held him in her deep, tight embrace. He needed to prove she was right here with him, every bit as real as his own hot flesh, raging blood, and teeming cock.

“Sean,” she moaned when he leaned down over her farther, altering the angle of his driving cock, desperate to feel every nuance of her embrace.

“You fit me perfectly, girl,” he growled as their mating grew even more frantic. Sean preferred to be in control during his lovemaking, but here with Genny tonight, his monumental need ruled him. He’d find his control . . . but later.

Now he wanted to drown in Genny Bujold.

She screamed when he pushed her other knee into her chest, opening her body even more to him. He rode her climaxing pussy hard, lost in a frenzy of lust and clawing need, bucking into her as she chanted his name in a litany of ecstasy and his heart hammered wildly in his ears.

He stared at her clenched, perspiration-damp face, wanting to memorize the vision, before he drove into her high and deep. His climax ripped into him with hurricane force. He opened his eyes wide as he exploded, the force of his orgasm shocking him . . . shaking him. Despite the physical release, his tension and need didn’t dissipate.

He slammed into her again and again as his cock erupted, feeling like he couldn’t get enough . . . would never get enough.

Greedy bastard that he was.

 

 

 

Genny’s heavy eyelids rose. For several seconds she just stared up at the awesome sight of Sean. He still held himself off her with his hands; her knees were still hooked in his elbows. He’d pried her body open just like he had her soul in those carnal, sacred moments . . . completely laid her bare for his ravishing spirit.

How could so much passion exist inside one man?
she thought in wonderment.

His chest expanded and contracted rapidly; his head hung limp as he strove to get enough air in his lungs. The muscles of his arms and shoulders bunched tight and hard, like he’d just undergone a strenuous workout. She glided her hands over smooth, perspiration-damp flesh, relishing the sensation even as she attempted to soothe his physical agitation.

After a moment, his eyelids opened into slits. He considered her with eyes that glowed like banked coals. His cock lurched deep inside her, and Genny was left in little doubt that his fires would leap into full flame at just a touch. A message seemed to leap between them and Sean smiled.

He released her legs and collapsed on top of her with a loud groan. All the air whooshed out of her lungs.

“Sean, I can’t breathe,” she complained through choked laughter.

“Yeah, but you’re not nervous anymore, are you?”

“How can I be nervous when I’m not getting any oxygen to my brain?”

“So my plan worked, huh?”

She dug her fingertips between his ribs. He jumped and rolled off her, bringing her with him in his arms until they were both on their sides, facing each other. They were looking at each other, laughter curving their lips, as his cock slid out of her body. All the humor Genevieve had been feeling faded at the poignant sensation of him leaving her.

For some reason it brought to mind the tenuousness of their joining, all the uncertainty and anxiety that had accompanied their first volatile lovemaking.

Unwanted tears stung her eyes. Why did their powerful attraction always have to be associated with heartache and impermanence?

“I’ll be back inside you soon enough, girl,” he said gruffly.

Just like Sean, to read her thoughts.

She formed his name with her lips but nothing came out. His hand rose to cradle her head when she buried her face in his neck. After a moment, her crisis faded, and she became hyperaware of his scent filling her nostrils and the movement of his fingers in her hair.

“I always loved your hair,” he murmured. “How do you make it wave like this?”

“Same way you make yours wave, I guess,” she said against his neck.

“Mother nature expressing herself, huh?”

She nodded. “For a guy, it’s adorable and sexy. For a woman, it’s horribly unfashionable.”

He snorted. “You could have it straightened if you wanted. If you ever did, I’d turn you over my knee though.” Genevieve figured it was safe to look at him now, so she leaned back and gave him a disparaging glance. He grinned. “Besides, you’re one of the people who decide what’s fashionable and what’s not. If women could get their hair to look like yours, they would.”

Genevieve shivered when he rubbed her scalp languorously and then ran his fingers through a handful of hair.

“So soft.” His low, husky drawl made the back of her neck prickle and her vagina clench in renewed longing. “The first time I saw you I thought you looked like an old-fashioned movie star with all those gleaming waves falling around your shoulders”—his gaze settled on her mouth—“and those red lips.”

She pulled a face, trying to diminish the strength of her physical reaction to him. “I never wear red lipstick.”

He gave her a droll expression. “I never said you did. Your lips are always red. They get redder when I kiss ’em.” He ducked his head and kissed her, quick and potent. “I get the worst erections every time I just think about your mouth.” He slid his lips along her jawbone and down over her ear. He nuzzled her warmly. “’Course it’s the same with your ears, and your neck,” he added as he pressed his lips there and she shivered. His hand rose and lightly touched the front of her neck. “Best not to think about your lovely throat,” he growled near her ear.

The memory of allowing him to fuck her mouth, of him breaching the barrier of her throat, rose up in her mind’s eye in graphic detail. Heat flushed her cheeks and genitals. Sean stopped stroking her when he noticed her downcast eyes.

“Do you hate the memory of it so much, Genny?” he whispered.

Emotion tightened her throat. “I told you—”

“I know, I know,” he muttered in rising exasperation. “You don’t want to talk about that night. You want me to forget it ever happened. But I’m not like you, Genny. I don’t want to erase it. I
want
to remember.” He pushed her onto her back and leaned down over her. “It’s all I had of you.”

Genevieve stared up at him as volatile emotions warred in her breast. A heavy feeling of dread settled like a weight in her gut when she thought about discussing what had happened on that New Year’s Eve . . . and Max’s murder five days later. But the haunted expression in Sean’s eyes as he looked down at her made her hurt even more. She cradled his whiskered jaw in her palm and let her fingers run through his thick hair.

“I wish it’d never happened,” she admitted. “But you’re wrong to think I want to forget it all. I remember. All too well, Sean.” Her hand rose between them. When he realized her intent, he shifted his hips, granting her access. She wrapped her hand around his moist cock. He wasn’t as iron-hard as he had been before he climaxed, but he was still firm and delicious. A focused, feral expression came over his face as she stroked him. He placed two fingers on her lips and pressed into the flesh softly.

“You were so sweet, girl. So generous. You showed me so much trust on that night,” he muttered gruffly. His gaze had been fixed on her mouth, but he suddenly met her stare.

“Do you still trust me that much, Genny?”

She swallowed thickly. “I believe with all my heart that you want me to be happy, Sean. And . . .”

“What?” he asked tensely when she faded off.

“I don’t know why, but it brings me so much pleasure to please you.”

“I know why,” he rasped before he leaned down and replaced his fingers with his lips. He molded their mouths together in a lazy, decadently carnal kiss. Her movements on his cock matched the rhythm of their languorous exploration of each other’s mouths. By the time he lifted his head moments later, Genevieve’s body hummed once again with hot arousal and Sean’s cock felt heavy and warm in her hand. She flicked her fingers over the thick ridge below the head, tugging at him gently. Fire leapt into his eyes.

“Oh, you’re gonna have to pay for that, girl.”

Her eyes went wide at his low threat. Still . . . she gave his cock another erotic tug.

He grunted, leapt up from the blanket and stood over her. Her mouth gaped open when she saw his cock from below. It was an awesome sight . . . if a little intimidating, she thought as she licked her lower lip anxiously. He wrapped his hand around his erection and stroked himself as he stared down at her naked body. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so lovely in my life,” he murmured. “You tempt me something awful, you know that, girl?”

She
tempted
him
? She watched, completely mesmerized, as he caught a stream of the clear liquid seeping from the slit on his cockhead and rubbed it into the skin until it glistened.

“You know what I want?”

Genevieve nodded. She never told herself to move, but suddenly she was kneeling in front of him, her hands on his muscular, hair-sprinkled thighs. Sean seemed every bit as hypnotized as her. One big hand slid down to the root of his penis. The other cupped her skull.

“Open your lips, just a little.” Genevieve opened her mouth and stared up at him. The head of his cock felt warm and firm as he pressed it against her lips. She never breathed as he outlined her mouth, spreading a thin coat of pre-cum. She waited until he’d made a full pass. When he pulled away slightly, she whisked her tongue over her mouth, relishing his flavor.

He gave a low groan and stepped toward her. He rested just the tip of the smooth cockhead on her damp lower lip. Genevieve whimpered when she felt the weight of it press down on her lip.

“Don’t move a thing. Not even your tongue,” he muttered. His voice was hoarse with lust. He began to stroke the shaft of his cock with long, thorough strokes. This time Genevieve groaned. It was exciting beyond belief, but also a sexual torment to feel the weight of his cock on her lip, to inhale the scent of her pussy combined with his male musk . . . to have her mouth water in anticipation of his taste.