Release (39 page)

“It’s just a fact of life, I reckon.”

She bent and continued her exploration of Sean’s copper-colored nipple with her tongue.

“Hmmmm,”
she purred. She pursed her lips around him and created a light suction while her curious fingers mapped out the fascinating contours of his ribs and muscular abdomen. His muscles leapt beneath her touch, thrilling her. When she finally lifted her head, she wore a smile of sublime satisfaction. Sean watched her with a fixed, feral expression.

“Maybe this isn’t such a great idea,” he said.

“It’s a wonderful idea,” Genevieve corrected as she opened the bedside drawer and extricated the scented lubricant Sean had used on her several days ago. She put her hands on his knees and parted his long legs. She knelt between his thighs and stared up at a magnificent landscape of virile, aroused male.

His nostrils flared, but he didn’t speak when she glanced down at his erect cock lying on his thigh. She then held his stare while she ducked her head and placed a chaste kiss on the smooth crown. His cock leapt at her touch.

“You’re asking for it, girl,” Sean growled softly when she lifted her head and regarded him soberly.

“I only want to make you feel good, Sean.”

She saw the flicker in his blue eyes and knew he remembered how he’d said the same words to her while he tried to reassure her on the first night he’d touched her.

Genevieve flicked open the cap of the lubricant and poured some of the silky liquid into her palm. She rubbed her hands together and then cradled her breasts from below. Sean stared at the movements of her hands fixedly as she liberally coated the valley between her breasts with the lubricant.

He groaned, deep and rough, when while still holding both breasts in her hands, she lifted his stiff cock with two fingers and positioned him in the crevice between her breasts. She leaned forward and squeezed her flesh around his protruding penis.

She glanced up uncertainly into his face. He watched her with almost palpable intensity as she begun to bob her torso up and down, sliding his cock up and down between her breasts.

“You said you wanted to . . . the other day,” she whispered as she straightened enough so that only his luscious cockhead stuck out of the valley between her breasts. His face clenched when she plunged down again, sliding his swollen cock through her oiled flesh. “But then you never did. I thought you’d like it.”

A spasm tightened on of his cheeks as he continued to watch her. “You thought right. Touch your nipples.”

Genevieve’s eyebrows went up in a wry expression at his demand, but she supposed a simple pair of cuffs wasn’t going to change his dominant nature even remotely. She paused in her movement with his cock embedded almost entirely between her breasts save the glistening crown. She ran the tips of her forefingers around the areolas of both nipples, flicking the sensitive center nubbin softly. She’d started to do it to titillate Sean, but touching herself while Sean watched with such focused intensity aroused her more than she thought it would. Her clit twanged in arousal as she lightly pinched both nipples while she once again moved, sliding his cock between her breasts.

A groan scored Sean’s throat. He began to shift his hips slightly, moving in a subtle counter-rhythm to her strokes. A light sheen of perspiration glistened on his taut belly.

It did something to her to see him so uninhibited in showing his need.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” she asked as she watching his face raptly while he watched his cock burrow again between her breasts. His hips moved more restlessly as he tried to increase the rate and pressure of his stimulation.

“You know it does,” he mumbled. “You have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen. It’s going to feel so good to come on them.”

Genevieve groaned as her clit pinched in painful arousal at his words. For several seconds, she was ruled by the rough need in his voice. She bobbed up and down over him more rapidly while she rubbed and pinched her nipples with more force.

She paused when the realization penetrated her thick lust that she was doing precisely what he’d suggested, even though that hadn’t been her plan. He grunted in protest when she straightened in her kneeling position. His heavy erection batted against his thigh with a soft whapping sound of flesh against flesh.

God, he took control of their lovemaking so easily . . . even when he was the one restrained.

“What are you doing,” he asked quietly. She saw his shoulders and arms flex and knew he was testing the restraints. She saw his strong throat muscles convulse as he swallowed and suspected he had barely stopped himself from ordering her to keep fucking him with her breasts.

The knowledge sent a thrill through her for some reason. Her pussy throbbed in excitement. She licked her lower lip anxiously.

He stilled as he trailed the movement of her tongue.

She grabbed the thick root of his penis and held him up for her consumption. She watched him as she dragged the smooth, fat cockhead over her closed lips.

“I thought I’d suck on our cock a little. Would you like that?” she asked gruffly.

Every muscle in his magnificent body had grown tense and defined. His nostrils flared as he inhaled through his nose.

“I’m gonna turn you over my knee when you’re done, Genny. And that’s both a threat and a promise.”

She just smiled in the face of his sensual dare before she pushed the crown of his cock between her lips. The lubrication was flavored, and tasted fruity on her tongue. Her eyes closed in sublime satisfaction as she sucked him deep and strong, and his grunts of pleasure, softly hissed curses, and tense groans resounded like magical incantations in her ears. She loved when Sean set the pace of their lovemaking; became outlandishly aroused when he used her body to deliberately and precisely stoke the inferno of his passion.

But this . . . this delicious abandonment of her senses as she drowned in his taste and fed on his flesh and grew drunk on his pleasure . . .

This possessed its own sort of carnal magic.

She’d waited so long for him, desired him so greatly. Now he was hers, and she wanted . . . no,
needed
to assure herself that the elusive dream had become a reality; that he was
right there
for her to touch and taste and pleasure.

Moments later, she felt him subtly swell in her mouth as she pressed his cockhead into her throat.

He groaned harshly when she slid him out of her mouth. He watched her with blazing blue eyes and the shadow of a snarl on his firm lips when she stood next to the bed.

A frisson of excitement mixed with anxiety went through her at the sight of him.

She’d had the temerity to handcuff a wild beast . . . to restrain a force of nature.

She propped several pillows next to the headboard, doing her best to not be affected by his hot stare on her.

“Can you come all the way onto the bed and rest your back against the pillows?” she asked.

His handsome mouth twitched, but whether it was in amusement or irritation, Genny couldn’t tell.

“Why don’t you uncuff me first?”

She shook her head apologetically.

He stood. For a few seconds, he just stared down at her from his towering height. “Only for you, girl,” he said pointedly before he sat back down on the bed and stretched his long legs in front of him.

Genny experienced the strangest, most powerful brew of emotions as she straddled his narrow hips and lifted his cock to her slit: intense arousal, swamping love, a poignant sense of sadness for all the years Max had robbed them of each others’ presence . . .

A profound sense of
rightness
at being finally joined to Sean.

A tear trickled down her cheek as she pressed with her hips, and her vagina slowly stretched to accommodate his cock. When she rested in his lap, her teeth clenched in pleasure at the sensation of being full of throbbing male flesh—of being inundated with Sean—she reached around him and found the clasp on the cuffs.

His hands came around to her hips. He began to lift her subtly up and down on his cock, grinding her sensitive external sex against his pelvis in a taut, circular motion on the downstroke.

Genevieve cried out as pleasure became her universe.

She hadn’t been giving in by freeing him . . . by letting him take control of their lovemaking. It’d been as natural as breathing at that moment for her to let go . . . to release herself entirely to him, just as Sean always abandoned himself to her in his own fashion.

“Open your eyes, girl. Look at me,” she heard him mutter tensely a while later while he held her down tightly in his lap and his cock throbbed deep inside her.

She lifted her eyelids and stared at him while she panted, existing on the very precipice of climax.

“You love me, don’t you?” he rasped.

Something shuddered deep inside her . . . a prelude to bliss.

“From the very first moment I saw you, boy,” she whispered before she tumbled headlong into ecstasy.

Beth Kery
grew up in a huge house, built in the nineteenth century, where she cultivated her love of mystery and romance. When she wasn’t hunting for secret passageways and ghosts with her friends, she was gobbling up fantasy and adventure novels, along with any other books she could get her hands on. Currently, she juggles the demands of two careers, her love of the city and the arts, and a busy family life. Her writing reflects her passion for all of the above. Find out more about Beth and her books at
www.bethkery.com
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