9. Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Lilah
G ene takes my hand and lets me tug him behind until we reach my bedroom. Once the door is shut behind him he falls back against it, as if stunned. I go to take off my shirt and he puts his hands up.
"Wait, sweetheart…"
"I don't want to wait anymore, Gene. Will you show me what it's like? To be together as one?"
"You haven't been with anyone before?"
I shake my head and lower my eyes. I am a little embarrassed because of my inexperience, but I've never had feelings towards a man like the ones I have for Gene Mitchell. I'm still looking down at my painted toes when I feel him put his hands on my face.
The heat from his palms makes me melt and I tilt my head to the side, trying to get more of this amazing feeling. His touch is tender and he's being so careful with me, as if I were a china doll. I lift my eyes to his and see a lot of emotions in those beautiful sapphire eyes.
"Lilah, if this is about that gift, I'd rather we not do this."
I realize one of the emotions he's showing is insecurity. He doesn't want my gratitude. I have to be honest with him, though.
"I won't say the gift is not a part of it, but a lot of it is the friendship we've nurtured and built over the past two years. The texts, the calls. Your voice has been my refuge so many times, when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, you were there."
"I'm glad you found solace in my calls. I'm trying to be a better man. A man that can be worthy of a woman like you, Lilah."
I go up on my tiptoes and place a kiss on his lips. He immediately pulls me into his arms and deepens the kiss. And what a kiss. My body is swept away in the feelings his mouth and tongue are causing and all of a sudden I can't think anymore, all I can do is just feel.
Fire, heat, combustion. All mixed together into one. Before I know it, I'm climbing him like a tree. My legs are around his waist and he's grabbing my ass to keep me from falling. He moves towards the bed and we go down like a tree that's been torn down.
His body is heavy against mine, but I don't mind. I squeeze him harder with my thighs and he pulls back to see me.
"You're so beautiful, flushed like that. Are you sure about this Lilah? There's no going back."
"Please, Gene, I'm burning up from the inside out."
I don't know what is happening to me, but my trust is in Gene and I know he'll make it better. I pull him back for more kissing and he follows without question. He adjusts himself between my legs and all of a sudden I feel all of him through his tight jeans.
Should I be bold and touch him, or would that turn him off? I try and keep myself in check and instead roll my hips against him so my core grinds against his hard cock. That brings out a loud groan from him and I smile. I made him sound like that. Feral.
He stops his fiery kiss and starts placing kisses all over my face, down my jaw and further down my neck. He kisses and licks and nibbles and I feel like I'm in heaven. My hands explore his back and I start pulling his shirt off his jeans. That makes him stop.
We're both breathless, our chests heaving in a rhythm no one knows but us.
"Let me take your clothes off, sweetheart. I want to look at your delicious body and gorgeous tits."
His hands are shaking, which surprises me. I'd think an experienced man would be blase about doing something like this with a woman, but this tells me this is important to him. He pulls up my t-shirt and I help him by lifting my arms. Then he unbuttons my jeans and opens the zipper.
I help him pull my jeans down by lifting my hips and his smile turns into a frown when he sees the butterfly tattoo I have on my hip.
"Who was the fool that had the audacity to touch you before I did?"
His mood has shifted and I'm not sure if it's possession or rage.
"Stop that. I went to a lady tattoo artist."
The admission seems to calm him down and he then takes in a breath when he sees me in my underwear, lying there on the bed at his mercy. His hands cup my breasts and tease my nipples through the fabric. They immediately perk up and go hard like little pebbles.
A moan comes out of me and I push my breasts against him, indicating I want more. He pinches my nipples lightly and I flinch expecting pain, yet there is pleasure in it as well. I'm confused, but I trust Gene and let him keep exploring my innocent, young body.
Gene continues his exploration down my body. His fingers lift the elastic of my panties but he doesn't pull it down, he just lets the tips of his fingers tease the soft skin that is hiding beneath the fabric. He places an open mouthed kiss on my lower belly and I gasp in pleasure.
"You like that, sweetheart?"
I nod in agreement.
"I'll kiss every inch of you before this night is over, Lilah."
A shiver goes through me as his features turn intense and determined. I have no complaints because every fiber of my being wants to be here. As he starts pulling my panties down he places kisses as every piece of skin is revealed, making my core start throbbing.
I'd always wondered what it was like to be kissed intimately and now this gorgeous man is going to make it happen for me. Gene gets up on his knees and looks as if he's in awe of what he's seeing, which makes me blush, because it's me and my body.
"I need these underthings off of you, sweetheart. Let me see all of you." He says, while still tugging at my white cotton panties.
I sit up and unclasp my bra. I'm feeling a little shy even though he's been touching me for a bit now. I shrug it off and toss it aside, then I get rid of my underwear. In less than a minute I'm completely exposed to him and the way he's looking at me has got my blood boiling. I lie back down and try to keep myself from covering my body.
"I've got you sweetheart. You don't need to cover yourself in front of me. You are the most magnificent woman I've ever seen."
He grabs my hand and puts it over his chest. His heart is beating a mile a minute. All for me. When he lets go I get on my knees in front of him and start unbuttoning his shirt. The shirt covers a few Celtic tattoos that I find yummy. I trace them with my fingers before removing his shirt altogether.
I let my hands roam his chest. He's got some hair, but not too much. It's just right. I let myself go and start placing kisses on his chest, over his tattoos, over his heart. This is a magnificent male specimen and I have him all to myself tonight.
My hands go down his sides and I tease the skin underneath his jean's waistband. Teasing him like he did me. The skin under my hand turns into goosebumps and I hear him take in a deep breath.
"Is it okay if I help you take off your pants?"
"Everything we do together is okay, sweetheart."
He places a kiss on my forehead and lets me take the lead for a few moments. I'm not fooled by this calm demeanor, I know he'll pounce on me when I least expect it. That's what makes it exciting. That and realizing that this man might be the one I give my heart to after so many years of being alone in the world.
I unbutton and unzip his jeans and then slide them down his muscular legs. He stands up to get rid of the jeans, but he's still in a pair of black boxers. He looks good enough to eat and I can see a wet spot staining the material. I've read about this in my spicy novels and I lick my lips in eagerness.
My instincts tell me to get the boxers off so we can have some fun, but when I reach for him he blocks me.
"Not yet, sweetheart. If these don't stay on I might embarrass myself like a teenage boy."
I give him my best good girl pout. It doesn't move him. He does, however, become a bit of a caveman grabbing me by the waist and lifting me up. I'm not sure what's happening, but then he lets me slide down his body.
His body against mine is a furnace and I'm starting to melt. When I'm back on my feet he tugs me near the bed. I'm confused when he plops down in the middle of the bed, but there's a huge smile on his lips.
"Come ride my face, sweetheart."
I'm frozen in shock. Is that even possible?
"Climb on top of me and straddle me, Lilah."
I follow his directions and I'm sure my face is as red as a tomato when he easily positions me so my pussy is over his mouth. He blows a bit of air against me and it makes me shiver. I almost jump out of my skin the first time his tongue touches my clit.
I'm holding on to the headboard of the bed so as to not suffocate him. Gene stops what he's doing and looks up at me.
"Relax, sweetheart, you won't hurt me."
His assurance allows me to let go a bit and enjoy what his mouth is doing to me. The pleasure is most intense when he licks or sucks my clit, but it's like he's hungry for all of me, because his tongue knows exactly where to go to give me the most pleasure.
Pretty soon I've all but forgotten about his well being because I'm so absorbed in the pleasure he's giving me. Every now and then he growls and the vibrations make my inner channel clench. This man knows what to do with his mouth. I'm coming undone here.
I ride his mouth hard and fast and am rewarded with an explosion of pure pleasure. It starts in my pussy but it moves through my body making my toes curl. I'm careful not to collapse on top of Gene. I look down and he has a dreamy look on his face.
"You taste so sweet, Lilah. I think I'm going to do that every day for the rest of my life."
His talk of a future together startles me, but I catch myself before I say something that breaks the moment. Gene helps me climb back down his body, but doesn't let me get off him. He tickles me and that makes me giggle. I squirm on top of him and am very aware of the tip of his hard cock trying to escape his boxer shorts.
"Should I taste you too?" I ask him.
"Not right now. If that pretty mouth of yours gets any closer to my cock I'm going to spill my seed all over this mattress. Can't have that."
"I'd swallow it. It wouldn't go to waste."
"Don't say things like that, sweetheart. You'll be the death of me."
I press my core against his hard length and lower myself to kiss him. He tastes like me and I love that. It feels like I've claimed a part of him as mine. I start moving my hips, rubbing myself against this amazing man.
"Gene. My body feels strange. Like it needs more."
Rub, rub, rub. I don't stop. We're both breathing hard again and his gaze is turning heated.
"That's because I haven't claimed you yet, sweetheart. You need me deep inside you."
"What are you waiting for, Gene?"
"I like you like this, Lilah. Sassy and flirty."
"Gene!"
I'm losing my mind here. I want him inside me so badly, I didn't even know that was a thing before this. None of my steamy novels prepared me for how I ache for him to claim me. All of a sudden, he flips us and I'm beneath him. He lowers his boxer shorts and his cock is finally free.
I reach for it and he grabs my hands in his, pulling them above my head, so I am trapped. I fight a little against the hold he has on me. He just smiles and lowers his head to nibble down my neck and lower to my breasts. He lifts his head to check on me.
"There's no escaping now, Lilah. You're mine."
I look deep into his eyes and say the truth as I know it.
"There's nowhere I'd rather be right now than with you, Gene Mitchell."
He crosses my wrists so that he can use one hand to hold them and with the other he traces my face, neck, breasts. It's like he's following a map that will grant him amazing riches. My brain might be acting a little fanciful, but the truth is he'll get all of me. My love, my devotion, my loyalty. Heck, I think he already has those things.
"Please, Gene."
He turns serious, but doesn't let go of my arms.
"This will be uncomfortable for you, and I'm sorry for that, sweetheart. I'll do my best to be gentle with you."
"I'm not worried about that. I'm not going to break, Gene."
"To me you are a treasure and treasures need to be cherished and guarded."
I squirm a little trying to get him to loosen his hold on my hands. I want to touch him and explore his body as well. His hold is firm, though, so I stop. There's a determined look on his eyes and it makes me tremble. He caresses my breasts with his free hand and moves downward towards the apex of my legs.
His hand is warm and leaves a trace of him everywhere he touches me.
"Such a pretty pussy." His whisper is so low I think it's meant only for him.
He grabs his cock and rubs the head between my lips. Up and down from clit to entrance, he teases. I'm thankful for the foreplay but my need grows with every touch. Finally, his swollen head is nudged against my entrance.
"Hold on, Lilah."
Our eyes lock as he pushes into me. He is big and it burns a little as he starts sliding into me. I close my eyes and try to enjoy this new sensation of being filled. When he finds the resistance inside me I know he's about to take my innocence.
"Look at me, sweetheart."
I love it when he calls me that, so I open my eyes and nod to him, silently saying I'm good to go. He takes a deep breath and pierces through the barrier with his next thrust. I gasp as a mixture of pleasure and pain courses through my body.
He lowers himself so that he can kiss me and that helps me get a hold of myself. I realize he's let go of my arms and I lower them so that I'm holding him tight to me. This is a special moment between us and I want to remember it for a long time.
I'm feeling a bit emboldened by the soft reassurances he keeps whispering in my ears and grab his ass so that he knows I'm okay with him moving. That makes him growl and I giggle.
"You're a vixen, you know that? But you're my vixen so it all works out in the end."
That's when he pulls back and comes back inside of me. Each thrust builds on the one before and pretty soon I'm whimpering in his arms. He pulls back, grabs my legs under my knees and goes deeper in me than I thought possible.
"Oh God, Gene. More. I need more."
I'm too caught up in the feelings that he is causing in my body to be embarrassed that I'm begging him to keep fucking me. To be honest, I didn't know I had it in me.
"So beautiful. So perfect. It's like you were made for me, Lilah."
The wonder in his eyes surprises me, but it shouldn't have. This man cares for me as proven by the intensity of this coupling. I start to feel that gathering inside me that tells me I'm going to explode pretty soon.
I let my body run after that pleasure that is building as Gene's groans fill my ears.
"Gene, I'm so close."
"Let yourself go, Lilah. Give yourself to me."
So I do. I am overcome with pleasure as my pussy starts to convulse around Gene's hard dick. Just as I'm about to scream his name he covers my mouth with his and swallows the sound. He pumps in and out of me through the entirety of my orgasm.
When I'm feeling too sensitive his movements become jerky and the jets of his cum paint my womb. A bead of sweat falls from his forehead onto mine and I see a bit of uncertainty cloud his eyes. He pulls out, flops down to my side and grabs my hand in his.
"That was…" He clears his throat. "That was amazing, Lilah."
"Yes, it was."
I look beside me and search his face. I'm not sure what he's feeling right now, but his warm hand doesn't let go of mine.
"You could be pregnant with my child right now. Does that bother you?"
Letting go of his hand I slip into his arms and put my head on his chest, just underneath his heart.
"I trust you. We wouldn't be here if I didn't. A child is a blessing, you of all people should know that, with that special bond you have with your mother."
He tenses up at my words and I'm sorry to have brought up his mother who might be fading away right now. So I do the only thing I can do and hug him tight. We fall asleep in each others arms and I know I've never felt safer nor more complete than in this moment in time.