Page 76 of Claiming Genevieve

He looks up, his mouth glistening, and his eyes are dark, pupils blown with lust. He slides up my body, hovering over me, and there’s no question of rules or arrangements or anything else other than how much we both want each other now.

I feel his cock brush against my stomach, hot and straining and impossibly hard. Rowan reaches between us, his hand wrapping around his shaft as he angles himself between my legs, dragging the swollen head between my folds. It nudges up against my clit and I gasp, my thighs spreading wider for him as pleasure arcs through me.

His gaze meets mine, an unspoken question in it. I’m already pregnant—anything we do now is outside the boundaries of what we agreed on. His cock notches against my entrance, pressing, and he holds himself there, chest heaving and eyes full of aching lust as he looks down at me.

I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and pull his mouth down to mine.

Rowan groans into the kiss, his hips snapping forward as he buries himself inside of me. My legs go around his hips, my back arching as I meet his thrust, tasting myself on his lips as he devours me in a deep, searing kiss. We’re pressed together, skin to skin, my breasts rubbing against his hard chest with every thrust as he sinks into me again and again, desperate for more… desperate forme.

“Rowan—” I breathe his name into the kiss, moaning as he sinks into me again, hard and deep. He reaches down, sliding one arm around my waist, and lifts me up as he rises up onto his knees, pulling me into his lap as he keeps thrusting up into me without ever missing a beat.

“Genevieve.” He murmurs my name in a hoarse whisper, his hand tangling in my hair, cupping the back of my head as he kisses me again. I hear another crack of lightning splitting the sky, the room briefly illuminated and then dimming again, and all I see in his face is pained desire, mixed with a relief that I understand.

I feel it too. I’ve been fighting against this for so long, and I can’t even remember why. Because I thought it would be too painful to lose it, once I knew what it felt like? Maybe that’s true, but in this moment, I can’t imagine living the rest of my life without knowing that this existed at all.

Nothing—no one—has ever felt like this.

Rowan’s other hand slides down my spine, his palm pressing to my lower back as I rock against him, grinding into him as my pleasure builds. He thrusts shallowly, drawing it out, but I can tell from his ragged breaths and the tension in his body that he’s not going to last long.

“Come with me,” I breathe against his mouth, my arms winding around his neck, fingers in his hair. “Come with me, Rowan.”

He presses his forehead against mine, his mouth slanting over mine again as I arch into him, and the moment that I feel my second climax start to crest, he stiffens, his fingers curling around my hip as he drags me down hard onto his cock.

“Fuck, taibhseach—”He moans against my lips, crushing me to him as I feel him stiffen and throb inside of me, heat filling me as I arch and shudder against him, pleasure washing over me in tandem with his.

Rowan holds me against him as the last aftershocks ripple through us both, falling back against the edge of the couch as he holds me in his lap, his cock still buried inside of me. He brushes his lips against my cheek, his nose brushing against my hair, and neither of us speaks.

“Are you cold?” he asks finally, brushing my wet hair away from my face, and I laugh softly, looking up at him.

“Right now, I don’t think I can remember what it feels like to be cold.”

“Good.” Rowan kisses me again, long and slow, and slowly stands with me still wrapped around him, grabbing one of the blankets as he does. He carries me all the way to the bed, spilling us both back onto it as he drags the blanket over us, cocooning us both in it.

“We’ll just stay like this until the storm passes,” he murmurs, kissing me again. “I’m sure we can find some way to spend the time.”

He’s already hard again, pressed eagerly against my thigh. I laugh softly, brushing my lips against his as I reach down, trailing my fingers up the stiff length.

Rowan jerks, his hips thrusting into my hand as his eyes flicker shut. “Ah, lass—” he groans, his breath catching. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you to do that.”

I bite my lip. We’ve already gone this far. There’s no point in pretending that I don’t want the rest of it—that I don’t want everything. We can figure out what that means later. We won’t be figuring it out here, trapped in this cabin in the middle of a storm.

“What else have you wanted me to do?” I ask softly, and Rowan’s gaze drops to my mouth.

A small smile curves the edges of my lips, and I lean forward, kissing him again before sliding lower. I graze my fingers over the ridges of his abs as I brush my mouth over the hard muscle of his chest, slowly making my way down by inches as Rowan groans and runs his fingers through my wet hair.

“Oh fuck—Genevieve—” He moans as I nudge him over onto his back, pushing the blanket off of us both as I lean over him, wrapping my hand around his hard length.

His entire body shudders when I brush my lips against his tip for the first time, flicking my tongue out to taste the salty pre-cum pearling there. His fingers tighten in my hair, and he groans, holding himself still as I wrap my lips around him and take the first inch into my mouth.

“Oh, god.” Rowan’s head falls back against the pillows. “Fuck, that’s fucking everything I imagined—fuck—” He moans again as I tighten my mouth around him, sliding another inch down, and another, adjusting to having the thick length of him in my mouth. “Oh god, your mouth is almost as good as your perfect fucking pussy,taibhseach.”

I can feel him struggling to hold himself still, to not thrust into my mouth. I work my way down inch by inch until he’s pushing against the back of my throat, my hand wrapped around the portion of his length that I can’t fit into my mouth. Slowly, I rub my tongue over the straining flesh, swirling it around the tip, and I feel him throb against my tongue.

“Fuck—” Rowan groans, his fingers pressing against the back of my neck. “I’ve wanted this for too fucking long,taibhseach. I’m not going to last?—”

I flick my gaze up to his, savoring the look in his eyes—the need and the aching desire that I see there. I press my lips against him, sucking harder as I swirl my tongue over and around him, and I feel the clutch of his hand against the back of my head as all of his muscles go tense and I feel him lose control.

The hot pulse of his cum flows over my tongue, hot against the back of my throat as he fills my mouth. He moans my name brokenly, shuddering as his fingers twine in my hair, throb after throb of heat arcing over my tongue until he finally sags against the bed, and I swallow convulsively around his cock before lifting my head.

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