11. Gavin
CHAPTER ELEVEN
gavin
The minute Marcus dropped us off at my home, I escorted her inside, dropped her bag to the floor, and backed her against the closed door, kissing her senseless.
It lasted until she was climbing me like a tree, both of us needing to taste the other after being apart for twelve hours.
The chaste kiss at her office didn’t count, not in my eyes at least. From there, I gave her a quick tour of the kitchen, the living room, and my bedroom.
As much as I wanted to take her to bed, I refrained, we both needed food for what I had planned for the night.
We changed our clothes, her into my worn gray T-shirt, the hem falling halfway down her thighs, leaving those curvy legs of hers completely exposed.
I ditched my suit for a pair of black sweatpants, and we made our way back to the kitchen, where I fed us.
Dinner consisted of steak, potatoes, and green beans, a simple meal that didn’t require a lot of work, and when Genevieve asked to help, it made the time go by faster.
Now we’re in library. The soft glow of the fireplace casts long intimate shadows across the room.
Genevieve is sitting in the center of the plush leather sofa, scanning the massive two-story room.
I step behind the sofa, grabbing the paperback novel she had sitting on her nightstand, the one I noticed she’d read a few pages out of before falling asleep wrapped around my body every night this week.
“Read to me.” I place the book in her lap and sink down on the cushion beside her.
“Gavin… no way. Absolutely not.” She looks up from the book on her lap, her face flushing. She might be saying no, but her body is definitely saying she likes the idea. Her nipples pebble beneath the cotton fabric and I notice she’s clenching her thighs.
“Yes, baby girl,” I rumble, my voice going dark thinking about where this is going. My hands wrap around her waist, shifting her body so her back is flush against my chest. “I told you we’d do this, and you left your bookmark right there. I want you to read it out loud for me. Every single world.”
“It’s… um, a spicy scene, Gavin.” She swallows hard, and her breath hitches when she feels my hard cock.
“I know. That’s the point.” My hand slips smoothly beneath the hem of my shirt on her. She picks up her book, sets the bookmark to the side, and settles in.
“He pulls her down onto his lap…” Her voice trembles as she begins to read.
I flipped through the pages on my way to Sterling Capital to see where she was and was pleasantly surprised when I found out this would work in my favor.
“Positioning her… in reverse cowgirl… facing away from him.” Her voice lowers into a whisper when my hand moves up her stomach, feeling her shiver, and when I cup the heavy weight of her breast, my thumb rolls over her hard nipple, and I pinch it between my fingers.
“Louder, Genevieve,” I instruct. Her chest heaves at my ministrations, and we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.
“He… he slides his fingers between her thighs…” She tries to keep her place on the page, using her finger to move along with the sentence.
“Like this?” I ask. My other hand reaches down, delving straight between her thick, lush thighs.
I’m rewarded with a sharp gasp. Christ, while I love what we’re doing, I’d love to see her face right about now.
My fingers glide over the lips of her pussy, finding her already dripping wet.
She coats the tip of my fingers the moment I touch her and lets out a whimpering moan, her hips roll back against my cock in an involuntary arch.
“Look at that,” I murmur, my lips brushing the shell of her ear as I roll her nipple while pumping two fingers shallowly into her pussy.
“You’re soaking wet reading this to me.”
“Because of you,” she gasps, her hands shaking as she grips the edges of the book.
“Genevieve,” I growl, pulling my hand away from her pussy and her breast. I grab the hem of her shirt and pull it up and over her head, tossing it somewhere on the floor, exposing every inch of her golden, flushed skin.
I reach down and shove my sweats down my hips.
My thick, aching cock springs free, throbbing and needing to be inside Genevieve right fucking now.
“Line me up, baby girl. I need inside of you.”
“Gavin.” My hands grasp her curvy hips, lifting her up easily.
Her delicate fingers graze the length of my cock before her palm wraps around it.
And I pull her straight down on my length in one solid movement.
Genevieve lets out a loud, breathless cry as the broad, flared head of my dick stretches her tight pussy.
Even though she’s been getting used to my size, her body still clamps down hard around my shaft the second I bury myself all the way inside her.
“Christ, baby girl,” I groan, gritting my teeth as I hold still, giving her a moment to adjust. “So damn tight around me.” Her body shudders.
“Keep reading.” I gently push her shoulders down.
She drops forward onto her forearms, her back arching into a deep, gorgeous curve that tilts her ass up perfectly in my lap.
My cock slips in deeper, opening her up in a way I’ve yet to feel.
I plant one foot on the ground, gaining leverage to thrust shallowly into her wet heat.
The vision in front of me is so goddamn beautiful that I’m lost in my own haze.
My thumb skims down her spine, slipping between the cheeks of her ass, pressing on her forbidden entrance.
Two fingers move lower, gathering wetness to use for lubrication.
“G…Gavin!” she cries out, pushing back, wanting more.
“My baby girl likes when I play with her ass.” My hips begin an agonizingly slow rock in and out of her cunt. “Read the book. Tell me what happens next.”
“I… I… I can’t think,” she whines, her back bowing as my thumb presses in after using her wetness to guide my path into her hot ass. “He… he takes her… against the desk.”
“We’ll do that later, too,” I promise, my voice dripping with a greedy need.
I’ve got my hand on her hip, pushing her forward while I pull back until only the head remains inside, then plunging in deep.
That snug spot I’m in has me seeing fucking stars.
“Right now, you’re taking every bit of me right here on the couch. ”
“He…he takes her hands, cuffing them behind her back.” Genevieve continues.
“Christ, adding that to the list too,” I could do that now except then she’d really be unable to read, and I like this sweet torture for the time being.
“Oh god…his thumb strums her clit,” the yearning in her voice has me doing the same thing the hero in the book is doing.
“Like this, baby girl?” I ask, adding pressure, and circling her the tight bud, feeling the way her pussy and ass tighten on me. It’ll only be a matter of time, a damn good thing, seeing as how I’m sweating fucking bullets, and my balls are drawing up tight.
“Gavin, please. I’m going to come.” I speed up my thrusts. The heavy slap of our skin echoes through the room. Her pussy pulsates wildly around my cock, contracting in tight, desperate waves.
“Do it.” I lose her ass, but I need both hands to lock on her hips, holding her pinned flush against my thighs as I drive into her over and over again.
“Come for me while I’m buried inside you.
” She shatters as her entire body trembles.
Her cry of ecstasy is music to my ears as her tight heat milks my length, blowing my own restraint clear out of the water.
“Oh god,” she breathes out, her body depleted of energy. She lies still as I use her to get myself off.
“Christ, baby girl. Being inside is a goddamn dream,” I grunt, my hips locking hard against hers as I lose all control and my cum pours into her tight heat.
It takes me a few moments to regain my composure, but when I do, I still don’t leave her pussy.
I lift her up but keep her planted on me, and when she looks over her shoulder, eyes fuck-drunk, giving me a small smile, I say, “We’re doing this again. ”
“Whatever you say.” Her eyes close, and her body relaxes against mine, her back to my chest. My arms band around her front, and I hold her to me. Genevieve is right where she belongs. With me.