His expression turned rigid before he brought the slapper down on one nipple, then the other, then back to the first. Tap, tap, tap, the popper went rapidly back and forth between her breasts.
She called out his name as she climaxed against the glass pane.
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
G
enevieve was so lost in that first blast of pleasure that she hardly knew what was happening when Sean pressed back on her shoulders. She cried out in anguish when her stimulation was interrupted by him moving her on the glass. Her orgasm took on a tight, cramped quality. Sean pushed her farther back. A small slap on her inner thigh made her eyelids unclench.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded.
She did so in rising disorientation. He placed the leather slapper over her labia and gave her a firm, hard, circular rub. She shouted out as the orgasm slammed into her full force once again. He held her against the glass with his hand on one shoulder and began to tap out a fast rhythm on her cunt with the crop.
Genevieve gave an anguished scream. It felt deliciously forbidden to have him slap her pussy, but she couldn’t stop the waves of pleasure.
“It’s all right, Genny,” she heard him saying as her body jerked and shuddered. “Just let go, I’ve got you.”
She tumbled headlong into pure bliss at his words. How long he kept her there pinned against the glass while he alternated between gently tapping her climaxing pussy and applying a firm, circular pressure with the leather popper, Genevieve couldn’t be sure. He kept her coasting at the crest of her orgasm, stimulating her with expert precision, ensuring that her climax lasted for a record-breaking period of time.
One thing was for certain: After that night, just the sight of the whippy crop would make her clit twang in arousal. Never mind how her body would react when she saw Sean holding that instrument of pleasure.
She felt wrung out by the time her orgasm waned. She was distantly surprised to realize that her throat had been scraped raw by her shouts of ecstasy. Her breath sounded harsh and ragged in the silent room. Sean tossed down the crop and pulled her into his arms. He dropped a kiss on her nose while she panted madly for air.
“Sexiest woman alive, that’s what you are.” She felt him grab her wrist. He placed her hand on his cock. It leapt at her touch. She encircled his girth instinctively. He felt iron hard as he throbbed in her hand. “See what you do to me, girl? Come here.”
She followed him, still in a daze from being burned by the most intense sexual experience she’d ever had.
“Bend down over the arm of the couch,” she heard Sean coax gently. “I can’t take it anymore. I’ve got to be inside that pussy that melted right through ice.” When she bent over and braced herself with her arms, he grabbed one of the large cushions from the back of the couch and placed it on the armrest. “Here. I know you’re worn out. Put your weight on the pillow. Just rest your chest there. That’s a girl. Now you just relax while I fuck you.”
Despite her turned-inside-out state, Genevieve croaked with laughter.
Relax.
“Sean, you say the damnedest things.” She took her first full breath into her lungs, however, once she rested with her chest, cheek, and arms on the cushion.
He chuckled as he moved behind her. All of her amusement faded when she felt him probe lightly at the sensitive tissues around her slit with his warm, steely cockhead.
“So hot, even though you were pressed against a frozen window,” he said before he thrust, gently at first. Genevieve trembled at the sensation of his penis carving into her flesh, stretching her, forcing her to accommodate him. Instead of pressing until he was fully sheathed, he began to stroke her with small, electrical little pulsations, encouraging her to let him with his characteristic manner.
Gentle, but firm.
His rough groan told Genevieve he liked how she felt. Liked it a lot. She pressed her hips back, wanting to take him completely, to make him feel some measure of the intense pleasure he’d given her.
He responded by placing both his hands on her bottom.
“Hold still,” he ordered. Maybe he regretted the edge to his voice because he inhaled deeply and sighed. “It feels so good. I want to make it last. Do you understand, Gen?”
She peered around, trying to see him in her bent-over position. Something in his voice made her want to see his face. She caught his eye before her cheek fell back to the pillow.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good.” The first several inches of his cock throbbed in her pussy as he leaned over and moved her mussed hair off her face. Then he grabbed her wrists and gently placed them at the small of her back. He held them with one hand, pulling back on them. His cock slid in another inch.
He groaned. She lifted her head again, wishing she could see his pleasure.
“Do you want to be able to see me, girl? Is that it?”
She nodded her head.
“Look in the window.”
Genevieve shifted her head slightly on the pillow and gazed out the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her eyes widened. It wasn’t as clear as a mirror, but she could clearly make out their reflection. Sean hadn’t even fully removed his pajama bottoms before he started to fuck her. They still were up around his hips, covering his ass. The fabric was bunched down around his balls in the front. His jutting cock was partially buried in her pussy.
Her vagina clenched tightly at the erotic vision. Heat surged through her. She saw his head go back and his face clench, and she knew he’d felt her internal caress.
“Christ,” he grated out. He held her hip and plunged his cock all the way into her, his pelvis making a whapping sound when it struck her bottom. He rapidly whisked down his pajama bottoms over his hips and ass, pushing them down to his thighs. Once his testicles were freed, he pressed them tighter into her. He used his hold on her wrists to pulse her against him, getting pressure on his firm balls.
He groaned gutturally. Genevieve cried out. He’d filled her to capacity and then pressed deeper. Her eyes shot wide at the sensation. Her gaze remained fixed on the delicious profile of his flame-lit ass, the large, round muscles tensed and hard, ready to hurdle them both into ecstasy.
“You really don’t play fair, girl,” he whispered roughly.
Genevieve gaped at the erotic tableau reflected in the snowy window. He held her at his mercy. She was completely helpless: bent over, her arms pinned behind her back, skewered by Sean’s cock.
“I’m not doing
anything
,” she replied.
He drew his cock slowly out of her and pushed it back in until his balls were once again pressed snugly to her ass. “You’re you. And that’s
everything.
”
Genevieve barely had time to process those sweet words uttered in a low growl before he began to fuck her with long, thorough strokes. A little whimper pushed out of her lungs every time he drove his cock into her and their bodies collided. The air became filled with the brisk, rhythmic slaps of skin striking skin and Sean’s unapologetic grunts of pleasure. She stared at him fixedly in the window, awe-struck by his pagan male beauty as he mated—hard, fast, and well.
Genevieve groaned. So
damn
well.
The thick rim beneath his cockhead rubbed deep, secret flesh . . . flesh that had never known a man’s touch until Sean. Even though she thought it would be an impossibility to become aroused after her mind-numbing previous climax, she found herself becoming unbearably excited. His burrowing cock stimulated and fired her in a whole new way, causing an eye-crossing friction to build inside her. It created a tingling sensation all along her tailbone. She moaned as it built, turning her hot cheek on the velvet pillow.
Maybe his ability to read her mind was amplified since they were joined, but the hand on her hip moved, prying back one of her ass cheeks. She felt the cool air on her exposed rectum, amplifying the burning, tingling sensation that enlivened everything from her clit, to that secret spot Sean agitated with his cock so skillfully, all the way to her clenching asshole. His hold on her wrists tightened, as though in a subtle reminder that she was at his mercy at that moment. He sheathed himself in her and drew his pelvis in a tight little circle, making her cry out in rising ecstasy. His voice sounded low and desire-roughened when he leaned over her.
“I could fuck your little asshole right now, Genny.” He pressed his thumb to her rectum and rubbed gently, threatening subtly to penetrate her. She cried out anxiously and panted in peaking excitement. “You’re mine to do with as I want right now. You know that, don’t you, girl?”
His cock jerked inside of her. She tightened around him and moaned helplessly.
“Answer me.”
“Yes.”
He gave a satisfied grunt. “Now do you understand what I said before? When you let go . . . when you submit”—he drew out his cock and thrust back into her melting flesh—“I’m the one who’s ruled by you, girl.” He popped her bottom gently. “Do you understand?”
Genevieve stared at him open-mouthed in the window reflection. In that moment, she
did
understand.
“Yes.
Yes
.”
His cock lurched in her tight hold. He grimaced either in intense pleasure or feeling, Genevieve couldn’t tell which. He firmed his hold on her wrists and hip.
“Good. Now hold still and take it.”
“Sean,”
she cried plaintively when he began to fuck her with short, hard thrusts, striving to ignite their flesh when previously he’d made them smolder and burn. He used his hold on her wrists to rock her back on him. They crashed together wildly, until the pressure and pleasure became untenable.
She felt him convulse deep inside her. His anguished shout of release struck her as poignant . . . beautiful. He reached around and massaged her clit bull’s-eye fashion even as he continued to fuck her while he came. Her eyes went wide and she cried out as she plunged from the terrific heights of ecstasy to which Sean had taken her.
He leaned down and lifted her against his upper body. They shook into each other’s flesh until Genevieve couldn’t separate her bliss from Sean’s.
Sometime later he led her over to their makeshift bed on the floor. They fell to the pillows, gasping. Sean grabbed the blankets and pulled them over their bodies. Genevieve’s body slowly returned to equilibrium as she lay on her side, her back pressed against Sean’s chest. She watched the snowflakes flying outside the window and experienced a strange paradox of uncertainty and utter contentment in her breast.
It’d been the most profoundly intense experience of her life. How could she let go so completely, release all of her inhibitions . . . give herself to Sean without reservations during the midst of desire, only to have doubt rear its head again when their passion was spent? Who
was
this man who had uncovered this foreign aspect of her own character?
Who was this man, who had killed in the name of their deep, boundless attraction for each other?
She thought of their volatile, powerful lovemaking. If their situation was different, she would consider the feelings she and Sean harbored for each other sacred and beautiful . . .
had
considered them that way not ten minutes ago.
But a human being’s life had been taken in the name of their need for each other . . .
He nuzzled her neck. She shivered at the feeling of his lips on her ear.
“I love you, girl.”
The moment to respond hung full and ripe.
And then it went, and she felt his warm, even breathing against her neck as he slept.
The falling snow turned into a wet, white blur before her eyes.
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
S
ean awoke the next morning feeling energized, refreshed . . .
good.
For a few seconds before he opened his eyes, he wondered about his profound feeling of contentment. Then he pried his eyelids open and glanced down. He smiled when he saw Genny’s head tucked between his chin and his chest.
He detailed the exquisite moments of their lovemaking last night in his mind. Despite her uncertainties, she’d given herself to him wholly. His cock grew hard against the sweet, warm curve of Genny’s ass as he recalled her complete surrender. It didn’t help things when he thought of making her shapely bottom blush pink with his palm and the crop, or of how tempting she’d looked bending over the arm of the couch, submitting to her desire.
She stirred in her sleep when he reflexively thrust against her firm, curving flesh. He groaned irritably. He didn’t want to wake her. She needed the rest, especially with everything she’d been going through for the past few nights. He gritted his teeth when he rolled away from Genny’s warmth, resisting an urge to plunge back under the covers—to drive his cock into her sublime heat.
His hard-on hadn’t abated several minutes later as he stood in the shower with water beating down on his chest. He was considering bringing himself off; the memories from last night were so graphic and potent. He thought of Genny looking up at him with mixed anguish and arousal when he’d lifted the crop to her plump, suspended breasts, recalled how she’d given him her trust, and soon only desire remained shining in her eyes.
His cock twitched with excitement. He fisted it and began to stroke himself.
But then he thought of holding her afterward; recalled how he’d told her he loved her and felt the resulting tension in her body. He’d been too exhausted and sated after their lovemaking to make much of her reaction to his words.
But this morning, it struck him as depressing.
He let his diminishing erection drop and quickly finished showering. What he needed was a good workout. He’d go down to the Sauren-Kennedy gym. After he’d cleared his head, he’d sit down in front of his computer and go over his old files on the Max Sauren murder. He needed to relook at all the old evidence in light of what was happening to Genny.