Gen let her fingers explore his neck, and marveled he even had well defined muscles there. She followed those muscles to his shoulders, his huge chest, and she pushed back to explore his well defined abs.
“Beautiful, you’re killin’ me.”
Gen looked up into his magnificent blue eyes. They were always blue, but tonight they seemed an electric cerulean, so blue it almost hurt to look into them. She saw the control he was exerting, to let her play while he just sat there, and suddenly she wanted to give him more. Maybe not everything, but… more. After days of being close to him, getting used to his touch, and the kind of intimacy that usually only came after sex, she wasn’t as shy about kissing him or touching him. It didn’t feel wrong.
She slid up his legs, her hands going from his chest, to neck, to hair, and brought her lips to his. His kiss was a little more aggressive than the first time, but he still let her lead. She felt his hands rise, but they went back to his sides before he touched her. She reached for his arm and lifted it so his hand was on her back — she didn’t want to deny his touch, didn’t want quite that much control. He was gifting this to her, she didn’t want to demand too much.
His arms enveloped her, but loose enough she could still move as she wanted. Gen’s lips traveled from his mouth to his ear, and she pulled his earlobe between her lips a brief moment before making her way down his throat. She wasn’t sure where to go from there, so she went back to his lips. She was just thinking she’d given him her entire repertoire and had no clue what to do next, when he growled, sat up, and took control.
She leaned back as he sat up, but his arms held her in place so she didn’t go far. She relaxed into his iron strength, knowing he had her, and lifted her head to meet his mouth as it came down. One of his hands went to the back of her head, the other pulled her hips even closer, but she didn’t fight him or freeze this time when she felt his hard length under her.
Gen didn’t know what came over her, but she moved over him, rubbing herself on his length, and he made a sound that was half moan and half growl as he lifted her and gently settled her back on the bed as he rose above her.
“Need you to let me explore you now, Beautiful. Can you give me that?”
“I don’t know, Duke. I’m not sure I can be as patient as you.”
His fingers stroked her cheek as his thumb curved under her jaw and up to the other side, and he once again positioned her face where he wanted it before he kissed her. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer, and he lifted up, saying, “Gotta taste you, Gen.”
She wasn’t sure what he meant by that until he moved down the bed and pulled her shorts and panties off in one smooth motion. Surprised, Gen snapped her legs together as her heart beat against her rib cage, but Duke’s voice came to her soft, deep, and sweet.
“Open for me, Beautiful.”
Gen didn’t even think about whether to do it or not, her knees spread for him and he said, “So beautiful. Every inch of you.”
His face descended and Gen’s world narrowed to just the two of them, in her bed. The rest of the universe ceased to exist as Duke’s tongue swiped exactly the right place, and all she could do was moan.
Duke used his lips, his tongue, as if he had more control than any man should have. She could’ve sworn his tongue grew to be several inches long as it snaked inside her, but knew it was impossible.
Her fingers curled as she pulled and twisted the sheets, her feet pressed into the mattress, and she lifted her hips towards him without thinking, wanting more. Needing more.
She felt the orgasm coming but didn’t expect it to reach fruition. Her best orgasms were with her vibrator, not with men, and the ones she’d been having lately while imagining Duke make her beg to come had been the best ever.
But when this one hit, Gen couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but stare at the ceiling and let it take her over. Duke didn’t just let her have an orgasm and be done with it. No, he kept working her higher and higher, his mouth at her clit and his fingers inside of her, and when she finally started breathing again, she practically hyperventilated as she tried to survive the climax.
His face was over hers seconds after the orgasm finally ended, and he was kissing her again, soft, tender. She’d never tasted herself, at least, not like this, and she found it turned her on even more.
Duke’s hands went up her shirt, warm hands on her heated skin. Fire on fire. His hand went straight to her breast, his thumb at her nipple, his tongue in her mouth, and Gen couldn’t breathe.
It was too much, and not enough, and she wrapped one leg around his waist, pulling him closer.