Chapter 22

Chapter

Twenty-Two

H e had a choice to make. Scoop Genevieve out of the bath and claim his newly titled wife. Lay her onto the bed only steps from where he kneeled and make her his in the most biblical way.

She certainly seemed open to the idea of consummating the marriage and soon. In fact, she barely looked nervous at all. He'd slept with many women, and he knew when a woman was aroused. Their eyes grew dark with need, their voices lowered, and there was a quickness of breath.

Genevieve had all of those indications, not to mention her rose-pink nipples had puckered.

He licked his lips and debated how this day and night should proceed.

He scooped her out of the bath. She gasped, and water sloshed onto the floor and over his clothes. He strode a few steps to the bed and laid her upon the crisp, clean sheets.

The sight of her body, naked, her breasts large and full, his to kiss, to lave. He wanted to kiss every inch of her skin, see her writhe with pleasure.

His cock hardened, and he stood beside the bed, untied the two buttons on the front of his shirt, and pulled it over his head.

His breeches proved a little more challenging, especially since they were wet from Genevieve. He tore at the buttons on his falls and wrenched them down, kicking them somewhere near the base of the bed.

Genevieve's eyes went wide as he stood before her and stroked his cock, allowing her to get used to how a man in his full erotic prime appeared.

Her eyes skimmed his body, taking in his every characteristic before settling on his cock.

The sight of her biting her lip, her tongue dipping out to dampen her bottom one, sent his desire to stratospheric levels.

Pull yourself together, man. You're not a green lad who's never slept with a woman before.

She leaned up on her arms, curious about his body and how his cock grew. More than ever at the interest she showed in him.

"May I touch it?"

He swallowed a moan and cursed himself a fool for playing with her the way he had been. He'd thought she would be a little more timid when it came to being with her husband the first time. That he would be in control.

He was well on the way to losing the little amount of authority he possessed.

He inwardly sighed. How typical of Genevieve to see this night as a learning experience and feel a growing need to know everything about it.

"If you wish to." He stepped closer to the bed and let go of his cock. She kneeled before him, and his mind instantly leaped to the imagining of her taking him in her mouth and sucking his rigid staff.

She reached out, her hand cupping the underside of his manhood, her touch unsure and delicate.

He wanted her hands on him, demanding and sure.

He covered her hand with his, guiding her to what he liked. "Clasp it firmly and stoke me. Work me with the palm of your hands and fingers."

She did as he explained, and he closed his eyes, fighting the urge to spend.

"It's like milking a cow, isn't it? I did that once, you know. It was an odd experience, but I like this better. You're hard. It makes it easier, I find."

He stared at her, nonplussed. "Easier to milk me?"

Her lips twitched. "Yes, in a way." She paused, running a finger over the tip of his cock. "What is this pearl droplet about?"

He groaned, couldn't hold back what the sight of her inspecting, playing with him did to his composure. Wrenched it in two. He didn't want to push her back onto the bed, fuck her until they both shattered into a million pieces like some untamed blaggard, but never had he ever wanted to fuck a woman as bad as he wanted Genevieve right at this moment.

"It's pre-come. When I spend, there will be more of that pearly liquid."

"Really?" Her fingers rolled the droplet between them before she clasped him a second time. "What else can you do with your penis? I know that you'll insert it into me and that it will be painful the first time."

He swallowed, enjoying her touch far more than he should be. "When I do shadow your bedroom door, it'll only be to procure an heir. It shall not be a habitual occasion."

"Of course, I know we're not a love match, and you're doing this out of duty to my family. You remind me so much that I'm unlikely to forget how we've come to be here."

He ignored her barb and continued. "A woman can take the man's manhood into her mouth and suck him, draw on his cock with her mouth instead of her hand."

"Really?" She stared at his cock, and he blinked. Aware that if she sucked his dick, he'd come.

"No need for you to do that, Genevieve. You're not ready for that yet."

"And if I wanted to try?" She wiggled closer to him on the bed and pulled him nearer with another stroke of his manhood.

Another pearl droplet settled on the end of his cock at the thought of her doing such a thing. With bated breath, he watched as she licked her lips and opened to take him into her mouth.

Fuck me .

His breath seized, and he stilled.

The feel of her lips, her hot mouth circling his cock was exquisite torture. Her tongue guided her way, taking him a little into her mouth at first before she found a rhythm and was soon sucking him with an ability he'd only ever dreamed about.

And those dreams had been erotic and forbidden, and yet, here she was. Administering fellatio, and he was losing his ever-fucking mind.

He ran his fingers through her red, golden hair, fisting some into his hands, guiding her, working himself into her mouth, fucking her.

His balls tightened, and that forever familiar wave of need pooled in his stomach, taunting him that he was close.

"God, yes, Genevieve. Suck my cock." He gasped when she half moaned and half giggled at his command. The sensation rocked through him, teasing him further.

She pulled off, looking up at him from under her long lashes, innocent and his. His breathing ragged, he watched her, clasped her face, and ignored the emotions that overcame him right at that moment.

He couldn't think straight. Couldn't see linear either.

"You taste so good."

"Genevieve." He tumbled them to the bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he couldn't wait. Couldn't be slow or sweet.

He guided himself against her heat. She was wet, so deliciously moist that his mouth watered at the thought of kissing her other sweet lips until she clamped his head between her thighs in pleasure and came on his face.

Beckett thrust into her, taking her innocence and making her his forever. She was tight, and he paused from moving. Instead, he held still and allowed her to adjust to his proportions.

Her breathing was quick, her eyes wide, and she wiggled and tried to move. She was supposed to attempt to make herself more comfortable, not force it too quickly.

"Give yourself a moment. You'll grow used to me being inside you."

She nodded and licked her lips, and he could not deny himself. He kissed her, took her mouth, and devoured her like he'd wanted to from the moment they'd said I do .

She kissed him back, and he felt the moment she relaxed and tightened her legs about his back. Her hands against his chest slipped around his neck, and he knew she was ready for more.

And he'd give her what she wanted.

Both of them.