Chapter 47
Anton
The emotion that engulfs me is a tidal wave, and it almost takes me out.
Everything I know about Gen tells me she doesn’t do vulnerability well. That is to say, it’s her kink in the bedroom, but she protects it behind layers of thick, high walls at all other times. I’ve certainly been on the receiving end of that defence mechanism when it comes to her.
I knew what her reluctance was. I knew it was an issue of trust and not a matter of interest. But I made her say it, and now I need her to know it’s not something to worry about.
‘I know,’ I tell her now, pressing my forehead to her tailbone as my fingers flex inside her.
‘Me too. And you did so well to tell me. So fucking well. I promise you, you won’t regret this.
I won’t hurt you. The only thing I want to do is make you feel amazing.
But to do that, I need you to trust me. Do you trust me? ’
‘I trust you,’ she tells me, her voice soft and open, and I nearly fall apart.
‘Good,’ I say, and I get to work. I’m still holding her open, which feels significant. Symbolic. She’s yielding to me in every way. Physically. Emotionally.
I can work with this. I can turn her inside out and give her pleasure she’s never dreamed of.
I know her initial mistrust was warranted. I am who I am. But I’ve teased her and pushed her and provoked her, and she’s taken it all beautifully and given as good as she’s got. In this moment I just need to fuck her.
Show her.
I shove my fingers back in and tongue her roughly.
Fuck self-control. We both badly need to get off.
She moans, and the sound goes straight to my cock.
I’ve had the privilege of hearing the noises she makes when she’s aroused, but it’s a whole other ball game when it’s my fingers in her cunt and my tongue on her clit.
This is my favourite thing to do to a woman aside from actually fucking her.
Having her allow me between her legs.
Bending her over and spreading her out.
Putting my mouth on her most intimate parts.
Smelling and tasting and sucking and swirling and licking.
It’s decadent, and filthy, and so fucking base.
And doing it to Gen is blowing my mind. She’s grinding that arse in my face, the greedy girl, desperate for more despite the fact that I’m giving her plenty.
I stop.
‘Stay still,’ I order, ‘or I’ll tie you up.’
‘Jesus, Anton,’ she moans. ‘For fuck’s sake.’
‘I’m serious. Stop fucking wriggling. I’m holding you wide open. Stay still and focus on every single lick. You know it’ll be better.’
She huffs again. I love it. Love how brazen she is here, with her clothes abandoned on the ground and her arse in the air and her cunt on my face.
‘Still,’ I warn her one last time, and I lick her long and very slow, from her engorged clit to where her entrance stretches around my fingers.
Her anguished moan speaks to the purity of sensation she must be feeling now.
‘Better,’ I say, and I do it again. And again.
She’s holding still for me, her legs shaking with the effort.
She’s soaking, and I swipe at her clit with the back of my hand to get rid of some of her natural lube, because she’ll be too wet to feel anything.
I want her to have friction.
And then I go for it. I pump my fingers, I find her clit with my tongue, and I flatten it, licking hard.
Rough. Fast. I really let her have it, both because I want the tsunami that pulls her under to be like nothing she’s ever felt, and because my self control has gone out the window.
I want to go to town on her. Want to drown in the insane musk of her arousal.
She’s deprived me for too long, and I want to fucking feast.
‘Now you can grind against me, sweetheart,’ I tell her before resuming my heavenly banquet.
And she does.
She writhes and she grinds and she pushes and she mewls like a fucking kitten as I deliver the assault she needs on the parts of her she’s withheld from me till now.
God, the noises she’s making are fucking unreal. This is the Gen I wanted—naked and shameless, all decorum abandoned. She’s whimpering now, and it’s fucking beautiful.
And when she comes, it’s spectacular, with gasps and cries and shudders that echo in my dick. I give her everything I’ve got, and she’s still shuddering when I get to my feet and grab the condom from my pocket before tugging down my shorts.
I’m planning on keeping her bent over, I really am, but the first time I come inside her I want to see her fucking face. I’ve watched it while other men have made her come.
And now it’s my turn.
‘Flip over and scoot up, sweetheart,’ I tell her hoarsely as I roll the condom gingerly over my close-to-exploding dick.
She does as I ask, tugging the bolsters out from under her and scooting up the daybed on her arse.
The sight of her, naked and wild-haired, tits unleashed and legs spread for me, is headier than any drug.
I reach behind my neck and tug my polo shirt off by the collar, chucking it away from me. I’m as naked as her, now, wearing only a condom, and the gratification in her eyes as she takes me in is evident even in the dim light of the pool.
‘Wider,’ I order, and she spreads her legs even more. I crawl up her body and crouch above her, stuffing a throw pillow under her arse to tilt her pelvis.
There will be a time, in a few minutes, when I kiss every inch of her plush skin, but right now I need to sheath my dick so far inside her she’ll never be the same again, and there is not enough blood in my brain for anything else.
She bites her lip and looks between us where I’m fisting my poor cock as I brace on one arm. ‘I didn’t expect you to fuck me missionary,’ she says tartly.
I’ve just made her come apart on my tongue and she’s still giving me shit, even as she catches her breath after her spectacular orgasm.
‘Shut the fuck up and put your legs over my shoulders,’ I say through clenched teeth. I catch the excitement that flashes across her face at my tone. My little Gen likes it rough, which is zero surprise and yet gratifying as fuck.
Her lips part as she languidly lifts one long leg and then the other.
I lock them against my shoulders, and I take advantage of her silence to line my tip up with her entrance.
I swipe it through her soaking arousal once for good measure and then I’m driving in a single thrust that’s so powerful I jolt forward, and she jerks, gasping audibly.
Fuck me, I’m nearly in.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I’m almost fully inside her body, and we stare at each other for a second in mutual shell-shock, because this feels like being plugged into the mains.
I steady myself, sliding my hands up the silky skin of her legs and encircling her ankles with my fingers before I pull out and drive back in until I’ve bottomed out inside her.
Fuck fuck fuck. I’m seeing stars. She’s so tight and wet, her heat seeping through the latex and her interior muscles clenching around my cock as I shake my head at her in disbelief.
In warning.
I squeeze my eyes shut and will myself to open them as I start moving, because I don’t want to miss a second of how she reacts to me fucking her.
She’s beautiful like this. Radiant. Staggering.
Her gorgeous tits have fallen slightly to the sides, and every time I pump my cock into her, they jiggle so pleasingly.
I’ll get her on top next, and they’ll bounce like fuck knows what.
I’ll make her wank me off with them. I’ll take her bent over something so I can weigh them in my hands and pull at those nipples as I drive home again and again.
‘See?’ I manage. See how fucking miraculous it is between us? See how insane you’ve been to keep us from doing this every hour of every day?
‘Yeah.’ She nods, those baby blues filled with emotion, and I just can’t.
I lower myself onto my elbows, bending her almost in half at the hips, and brace right above her, dipping my head so I can tug on her bottom lip with my teeth and run my tongue over its plumpness as her legs drape over my shoulders.
She’s seriously flexible, and I’m seriously happy about that.
I’m finding a rhythm, and the drag, the pressure, is so fucking good I might die.
I abandon her lip and fuck her mouth with my tongue instead.
Her hands are all over me, pulling her nails up my back and clawing at my hair as she tugs my mouth even closer to hers before she reaches around with both arms and grabs onto my hips, willing me to go faster.
Harder.
Deeper.
And I oblige, because I will give this woman everything she desires if it’s the last thing I do.
She’s moaning into my mouth and ramming her hips up to meet every stroke as if we can never be close enough.
I fist her hair, pulling at it so she turns her head and I can access her neck.
I lick. I bite. I suck. I want to consume every last fucking inch of her.
I want to overwhelm her so much that every one of her senses is aware only of me.
Of us.
‘God, harder, Anton,’ she moans somewhere near my ear, and the sound of my name on her lips as she urges me on is a fucking prayer, and it almost sends me over the edge.
Instead, I release her hair and pull out of her, shuffling back so I can lower her legs and flip her over onto her belly with an arm around her waist.
‘Head down. Cunt up,’ I tell her in my most commanding, don’t fuck with me voice, and she groans like she’s been waiting her whole life for me to tell her to do that.
She scrambles onto her knees, but I keep my arm around her and hoist her up anyway, such is my rush to be back inside her.
She’s now on all fours, so I put a firm hand between her shoulder blades and shove her down, and then I’m grabbing my dick and wedging its fat, swollen tip back inside her.
Fuck me, that’s better. I can really let her have it without worrying about snapping her in half.