16. Genevieve
16
GENEVIEVE
I ’ve never been nervous about having sex before.
I don’t think I was even nervous the first time, that I can remember. It was in college, and I remember being very careful about who I picked for my first—someone who was attractive but also seemed nice enough that he’d be careful with me, and make sure it didn’t hurt. It all worked out the way I wanted it to. It was a nice experience, a little romantic, and it didn’t hurt very much. A success, all things considered.
Rowan makes me nervous. Butterflies take off in my stomach the moment he steps into the room, an expression on his face that tells me that he’s wondering if my vague ‘a few days’ really meant exactly three. And I could tell him that ‘a few days’ actually meant tomorrow night. I could buy myself another day and try to settle my nerves, talk myself down. I could give myself more time to remember that this is, for all intents and purposes, a job. Business, not pleasure.
This doesn’t feel like business, though. The way his gaze slides over me makes my skin feel like he’s setting it on fire before he’s ever even touched me. I remember the way it felt when he kissed me the first time, and those butterflies take off in a frenzied cloud again.
He turns me on more than any man has in a very long time. But I don’t want to complicate things with lust. I don’t want to complicate them at all.
I swallow hard, setting my book down. “Well,” I say slowly, trying to stay calm, “I think it’s time I keep up my end of the deal.”
Rowan’s eyes darken instantly. “You’ll hear no argument from me, lass,” he murmurs, his voice suddenly deeper, huskier, his Irish brogue thicker than before. He reaches up, undoing the first button of his shirt as he starts to walk toward me, and I feel my stomach swoop as I remember the sight of his bare chest on our wedding night. I’ve managed to avoid seeing him shirtless since then, but I don’t think I’m going to manage that tonight.
My gaze sweeps downward as he undoes his shirt one button at a time. By the time he’s reached the edge of the bed, it’s fallen open, revealing all that ridged, cut muscle again that my fingers are itching to trace.
I swallow hard, looking up at him. “We need to set some rules.”
Rowan blinks at me. “I thought we already came to terms, lass.” His voice is rough with desire, and there’s a bit of irritation in it, too. Impatience. That impatience, that need , stirs at me, making me want to bite back so that I don’t feel it, too.
“We didn’t talk about—” I pause, trying to calm the sudden racing of my heart as he shrugs his shirt off. “What we’re going to do.”
He smirks, reaching for his belt. “I thought you weren’t a virgin, lass. Do I need to explain how it all works?”
“I know how it works!” I glare at him, pushing away from him on the bed. His eyes darken and narrow as his gaze follows me, and he reaches down, shoving his pants down his hips.
There’s only his boxer briefs keeping him from being entirely naked now, and there’s nothing disguising the thick ridge of his cock. I feel my eyes widen as I stare at it, and when my gaze flicks back up to Rowan’s, I see a gratified expression on his face.
“Impressive, isn’t it, taibhseach ?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “It’s fine. It’ll do the job.”
“Oh, it’ll do the job alright, lass. It’ll make you scream before the night’s over. And before that?—”
“There is no before that ,” I say firmly, trying not to sound as breathless as I feel. “We’re having sex for a reason, Rowan.”
“Aye. There’s always a reason.” He hooks his thumbs in the edge of his boxer briefs. “For one, it feels fucking incredible?—”
“To get me pregnant.” My heart is pounding. I can’t keep from looking down to where I can see the dark hair just above his cock now, the fabric of his briefs so close to showing the base of it. A tease, which is exactly what I think he intended.
“Aye.” His voice is rough now, so thickly accented that it sends a wave of heat over me. “I’ve got every intention of doing just that, Genevieve.”
My eyes flutter briefly closed at the sound of my name on his lips. “We’re… only going to do what it takes to get me pregnant. Nothing else. Just that.”
“Hm.” He slides off the last scrap of his clothing, and his cock springs free. I can’t not look at it. He’s huge, thick, and long, and bigger than any man I’ve ever been with before. I can already see pre-cum pearling at the tip, a thick white drop of liquid on the verge of spilling down his shaft. I can see how much he wants me. He’s rock-hard, veins standing out against the straining flesh, and I can feel my own arousal soaking through my silk shorts as my clit throbs. I can only imagine how fucking good he’s going to feel inside of me.
Rowan moves onto the bed toward me, his gaze never leaving mine. I feel a shiver run through me as he leans over me, one hand reaching up to brush my hair away from my face. As he leans in to kiss me, I quickly turn my face away, and he frowns.
“Genevieve.”
“You heard me.” I reach down, dragging my silk top off in one quick motion. Rowan pulls back, his gaze instantly dropping to my breasts, and I see his eyes darken as he takes in the sight of them, his tongue sweeping over his lower lip as my small pink nipples tighten in the cool air of the room.
“I had plans to strip that off of you slowly,” he murmurs, and I reach for the waistband of my shorts. Rowan leans forward suddenly, his hands closing over my wrists, and I bite down on a gasp before it can slip free. “You’re going about this too fast, lass. Let me?—”
“No.” I try to wriggle free, but his fingers stay curled around my wrists. “Just—let me get undressed, and we’ll get this over with.”
I feel him flinch. “Get it over with?”
“It’s business.” I bite my lip. “Just to get me pregnant. To fulfill the contract.”
I feel a different kind of tension ripple through Rowan. “Just because it’s to get you pregnant doesn’t mean we can’t have fun with it, lass.” He pauses. “Why are you trying so hard not to enjoy this, taibhseach ?”
I swallow hard. “Just…we’ll do what we need to. Nothing else.”
He lets go of my hands, and I slide my shorts down, kicking them away. I’m bare underneath him, entirely naked, and I see his jaw tighten as his gaze sweeps down my body and back up again.
“I hear you’re more likely to get pregnant if you have an orgasm.” He leans in as he says it, his warm breath tickling my ear, his voice low and rough and full of desire. One of his hands lands on my hip, fingers curling against my skin as he pulls me down beneath him, my head resting on the pillows as Rowan looks down at me with those deep green eyes. “I can make you come like you’ve never come before, lass. I’ve thought of a dozen ways I want to do it already.” His hand slides down the outside of my thigh. “I’d start with my tongue?—”
I shake my head, looking away. “Just—just fuck me, Rowan. I know you want to. So do it.” I press my lips together, fighting the tide of desire surging through me, trying not to look at the gorgeous man hovering over me—at his perfect mouth and perfect body and perfect fucking cock. “Just do it.”
He sucks in a breath, and I feel him tense over me. For a moment, I think he’s going to refuse. I feel his eyes lingering on me, and I swallow hard. “If you don’t get me pregnant, this is all for nothing.”
Rowan breathes in again. I can feel the heat of his body over mine, feel how close he is. I can feel him struggling with something.
“If making you come could get it all done faster, lass, shouldn’t we try that?” he murmurs, a teasing bite to his voice that has a hint of venom in it, too. “After all, you clearly don’t want to have to fuck me any more than strictly necessary, right? That’s what I’m getting from what you’re saying, wife .”
My jaw tightens, and I resist the urge to slap him as I meet his gaze and see the look in his eyes. He knows how gorgeous he is, and he knows exactly what he’s doing to me, how badly I want to let him do every filthy thing he might have ever imagined to me. How hard it is not to say yes to whatever it is that he might want to do.
But I’m afraid I’ll lose myself in him if I do. If I give in. I have nothing to want right now. If I let myself want him, I’ll only be wanting something else that I’m just going to lose in the end.
“Just fuck me,” I bite out, turning my head to one side, and I hear Rowan let out a sharp, huffing breath.
“What else could a man need?”
The sarcasm is dripping from his voice as I feel his hand slide down to my calf. His fingers tighten around the muscle, pulling my leg up to notch against his hip as he nudges my legs apart with his knee. I see him reach down, his hand wrapping around his thick, gorgeous cock, and he leans forward, angling himself between my thighs.
The moment the tip of his cock touches my pussy, he lets out a sharp hiss. “Oh, but you’re so wet for me, lass,” he murmurs, dragging his swollen head through my drenched folds. “You don’t want me, wife ? You’re not aching for me right now, about to beg for me to fill you full of this thick, hard cock?”
I clench my teeth together, ignoring him. I swallow hard, closing my eyes, and Rowan’s hand suddenly touches my face. “Oh, no,” he murmurs. “I want you to watch me, taibhseach . That’s the least you can do, aye? I’m going to just fuck you, just the way you’re asking. Nothing fancy. Just my hard cock filling you up. So keep your eyes on me, lass, while I give you the cock you’re asking for.”
His voice is rough and deep as I feel his hips push forward, the first inch of his cock sinking into me. This time, I can’t stop the gasp that escapes my lips as I stretch around him, his thick length almost too big for me. Rowan looks down, his gaze taking in the sight of my flesh taut around his shaft, and his jaw clenches as he groans.
“So fucking perfect,” he moans as he sinks into me another inch. “God, you’re so fucking tight, milseán . So good. So fucking good around my cock.” His hips arch forward, another inch sinking into me. “ Fuck ?—”
He looks like a fucking god, kneeling between my thighs, his head tipping back as he lets out another groan. His body is etched in lines of muscle like he’s carved from stone, all of them tense and flexed as he sinks into me inch by inch, all of that fullness sending waves of pleasure through me despite my best efforts. He holds my leg against his hip, his eyes opening and locking onto mine as he sinks the final inch of his cock into me, his hips resting against mine as his other hand moves between my thighs.
I slap it away. “I said ?—”
“I know what you said, lass,” he growls between his teeth. “Fine. You don’t want to come? Have it your way, wife. But I’m going to come in you until you’re fucking dripping with it.”
And with that, he starts to thrust.
It takes everything in me not to give him the satisfaction of hearing me moan. I grit my teeth until my jaw hurts, because every thrust feels like fucking heaven, like our bodies were made to fit together. His swollen tip and thick shaft seem to touch places inside of me that no one else has managed to, as if he’s caressing every raw nerve and sending wave after wave of pleasure through me, again and again.
I’ve tried to make it as straightforward as I can, but all the same, it feels better than anything I’ve had in a long time—maybe ever. Already I can feel my body tightening around his, trying to drag him deeper with each long stroke of his cock inside of me, building a craving that I know is dangerous to want. Rowan tips his head back again, the cords of his throat tight, his jaw clenched, eyes closed as he thrusts hard into me, and I can see his breathing turn ragged.
His eyes open, dark and heated, locking onto mine. “Are you ready for my cum, taibhseach ?” he growls. “Are you ready for me to fill you up?”
It takes everything in me not to moan as he thrusts once more, hard, as I nod a yes . I don’t trust myself to speak. Rowan shudders, groaning as I feel him harden and throb inside of me, his hand on my leg tightening as his hips jerk, and the control that I’ve been clinging to since the moment he kissed me in his office all those nights ago shatters.
The feeling of his hot cum spilling inside of me tips me over the edge, my orgasm following his as I feel his cock throb and pulse inside of me, his moan of pleasure filling the air. I clench my teeth against my own cry, my head falling back as I gasp and my fingers curl into the blankets, my pussy tightening and fluttering around him as I come on his cock and he fills me with spurt after spurt of his own orgasm.
When his shuddering finally slows, Rowan’s eyes open, and there’s a glint of mischief in them. A slow smirk curves his lips, and he rocks his hips against me once more, his gaze holding mine.
“I felt you come for me, taibhseach. Don’t lie and say you didn’t.”