by Julia Sexton
Slowly, Vincent began working Genevieve’s skirt up her thighs, until it was high enough up that he could hook his fingers around her panties without much hassle and pull them down. She lifted herself up slightly, just enough to make it easier.
He pressed two fingers against the lips of her sex, and the longer they kissed, the wetter she got, until she was slick enough for him to press two fingers to her entrance and push them inside.
Genevieve moaned against his lips and fisted her hands against his shoulders. As he thrust his fingers in and out of her pussy, she began to use her thighs to shift herself up and down, riding his hand.
After all of the emotional turmoil of the last two weeks and the sudden relief of that morning, it didn’t take much until she was almost ready to burst.
Vincent pressed his thumb to her clit and began to stroke, and Genevieve buried her face in his neck to muffle her voice. He managed to circle his thumb over her clit three times before she gasped his name against his skin and came.
She relaxed against him for a few seconds, just basking in the feeling. As she leaned against him, though, it didn’t take her long to realize that his cock was completely hard.
Leisurely, she squirmed backwards off of his lap, and she settled on her knees on the floor, where she took the time to pull her panties back up and shimmy her skirt back down.
In anticipation, Vincent already had his hips lifted off of the chair when Genevieve unbuttoned and unzipped the fly.
She slid his trousers and his boxers down just far enough for his cock to spring free, and Vincent dropped back down to sit in the chair.
For a second, Genevieve just contemplated the erection before her, and then she curled one hand around the base of it and she closed her mouth over the rest of it.
Above her, Vincent groaned and the chair creaked as he sank down on it.
Genevieve bobbed her head up and down slowly at first, adjusting to the feel and weight of him on her tongue. As she got more comfortable, though, she began to speed up, and it wasn’t long before Vincent was nearly vibrating with tension as he did his best not to thrust into her mouth.
Still, his hips moved in occasional, fitful little jerks. He was moaning unrepentantly, but every sound he made was muffled. Genevieve shot a glance up at him to see that while one of his hands was clenched on one of the arms of the chair, his other hand was pressed over his mouth.
She hummed in amusement at the sight, and then she hummed a second time to get him to repeat the panting reaction he had to it.
The small jerks of his hips were getting more frequent, so she knew he was getting close. She squeezed her hand around the base of his cock for a moment before loosening her grip, and she pressed the flat of her tongue against the underside and dragged it upwards.
She sealed her lips around the leaking head and sucked hard.
With a drawn out groan, Vincent’s back arched away from the chair and he came. Genevieve swallowed quickly, and drew her mouth away from his softening member with a quiet pop. She scrubbed the back of her hand over his mouth.
Lackadaisically, Vincent tucked himself back into his boxers and trousers and slumped in his chair.
Genevieve folded her arms over his knees and rested her chin on one forearm. Vincent stroked one hand over her hair in idle, distracted motions.
“So,” she began after a moment, tone conversational, “what am I to you?”
For a few seconds, the only answer she got was panting breath, but finally Vincent managed to find his voice.
“My mate,” he answered.
“It’s a ‘soul bonded, mates for life’ sort of thing. We just kind of know when it happens.”
“Is that how you see me?” Genevieve coaxed.
Vincent nodded slowly.
“Yeah,” he replied. “Yeah, it is.”
“Good.” She nuzzled her cheek against his leg.
“I can live with that. And I won’t be running away again.” She smiled up at him. “It’s a promise.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” he replied.
He tipped her chin up with two fingers and drew her upwards, until she was standing and leaning over the chair. One hand closed over the back of her neck and he pulled her in for one more kiss.
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