Chapter 5

CHAPTER5

Garmon held her gaze with his as he lowered his head to kiss her again, very well pleased with the bargain he had struck. From the moment he clapped eyes on her, Mrs Tate had exerted a certain fascination. Those eyes, so deep a blue, seemed familiar in some way, but for the life of him he couldn’t think why. And when he touched the back of her skull through those impossibly ginger curls, and caught a whiff of her natural perfume, he hadn’t been able to resist touching the nape of her neck. It had taken some control not to touch his lips to that tempting creamy skin, then and there.

Whether it was her vivid blue eyes, creamy skin with a hint of freckles, her luscious strawberry blonde hair that was threatening to come undone round her beautiful face, or her generous breasts, he didn’t know. But when she made it clear she was prepared to horse trade over the debt, he’d known then he wanted her.

That kiss had seared his bones. It had admittedly been a while since he’d been with a woman, and abstinence always did lend a spice, but even so, he couldn’t recall a kiss that had burned hotter than that one, and he was eager for another and more of Mrs Tate. What was her cursed name?

“By the way, what is your name?” he asked, his mouth hovering over hers.

“Genevra,” she said her voice husky.

“Genevra,” he repeated, liking the taste of it. “Mine is Garmon, if you care to use it.” And then he closed the gap between their lips and plundered her mouth with his tongue.

His hands running over her back, moved down to grasp her generous bottom, the perfect complement to her bounteous breasts. He liked a woman with curves and Mrs Tate–Genevra- had them in abundance. And she was tall enough that he didn’t need to stoop to kiss her, yet she was small enough to fit perfectly into his embrace and remind him she was everything a man could desire.

His cock, which had hardened the moment he touched her delectable nape, was rigid and demanding now, but he intended this encounter not only to satisfy him, but her as well. She deserved that at least, his men had used her badly and almost more than what she had said, it was what she hadn’t said about her husband that told him she deserved a little pleasure, and it was no hardship to him to give it to her.

Nothing was more arousing than a woman in the throes of lust and if he didn’t miss his guess, Genevra was swept away as strongly as he was by the connection between them. It was rare, this kind of physical attraction, and he meant to make the most of it, as long as it would last. It would burn itself out, he had no doubt, but while it burned...

He reached up to undo the buttons on the back of her dress, intending to loosen her too-tight bodice that showed her undoubted assets to such advantage. But as his hand touched the buttons he felt her stiffen and caught the soft inhale of apprehension. Finely attuned to female fear from his youth growing up in a brothel, he sensed the sudden wave of resistance in her and stilled his hand.

“Hush,” he murmured into her hair, bringing her close against and stroking her back soothingly. “You have nothing to fear from me, I won’t hurt you. I derive no pleasure from hurting women, I promise you. On the contrary, it is their pleasure I crave.” He soothed her like a startled mare until he felt her relax in his arms. Smiling into her hair his cock twitched. She smelled delicious.

“Alright?” he asked softly.

She nodded, her face against his shoulder.

He resumed undoing the buttons on the back of her dress as she leaned against him, and slid the short, puffed sleeves off her shoulders. Leaning back so that he could see her bosom as it was revealed he rubbed his thumbs over the soft creamy skin in the hollow between shoulder and breast, and pushed the fabric down slowly to reveal more of her breasts.

He glanced at her face and registered no further sign of apprehension, just a kind of dazed fascination.

Reassured of her willingness to proceed, he bent and kissed the smooth warm expanse of bosom, his tongue traced a pattern over her skin, dipping between the swell of her breasts into the valley of her cleavage. Her natural scent wafted up to him and made his aroused cock twitch. He loved the scent of her, clean and pure and sweet. He swallowed an involuntary groan. Desire for this woman invaded every sense, tightening the muscles of his body with want.

He eased the fabric down further, revealing the pink circles of her aureole and finally the pert nubs of her nipples, tight and proud against the white skin of her plump breasts.

“Beautiful,” he murmured running his tongue over one nipple and feeling her jerk in reaction, listening to her intake of breath. His skin prickled reciprocally, and he grinned suckling the nipple, cupping a round globe, and enjoying the heft of it, the soft fullness in his palm. Engulfing the other in his left hand, his fingers and thumb rolled the nipple and elicited another reaction from her. She leaned in closer, her hands grasping his shirt, a little whimper escaping her lips. His cock jumped again in sympathy. Want heated his blood.

Such sensitive nipples!Not all women had them, but Genevra, certainly did. He filed the information away for further reference. One of his ambitions was to make a woman come from playing with her nipples alone. Could Genevra be a candidate for that particular fantasy?

He transferred his mouth to the other nipple and suckled and licked it, enjoying the little gasps and twitches that told him she was enjoying this treatment.

Finally, he raised his head and kissed her mouth again, and she pressed closer, her arms going round his neck and her body plastering to his.

His arms held her close as he deepened the kiss, tongue and lips devouring. His hands roamed over her back and descended for another hard squeeze of her bottom, pressing her into his aching cock. God, he wanted her!

He swung her round and propped her bottom on the edge of the desk. Pushing up her petticoats, he ran his hands up the inside of her thighs, easing them apart and positioning himself between them.

Her breath hitched as he watched her face, her eyes wide, her lips swollen from his kisses.

His thumbs rubbed circles on her flesh at the top of her thighs, running along the crease, skimming the curls covering her intimate flesh.

“Lie back,” he murmured. She eased back onto her elbows, watching him warily. What did she think he was going to do?

His thumbs edged upwards onto her labia and pulled the soft flesh apart with deliberate slow circles. He dragged his eyes from hers, he wanted to see what he was doing to her flesh. He pushed her skirts up higher and viewed her mound, covered in strawberry blonde curls slightly darker than the ones on her head. He smiled.

He moved a hand to spear her lips with his finger. She was slippery satin; he pushed his finger down parting her pink dewy lips and listened to her gasp. He reached the entrance to her body and swirled around the place, feeling the wet heat of her on the pad of his fingertip.

Her sweet musky scent wafted up to him, and he swallowed another groan as his cock twitched and leaked behind his falls. His balls tightened, aching with need. He ignored the urge to take her swiftly. She needed more, to make her ready. But when she was ready... he swallowed the saliva gathering in anticipation.

He drew his finger back upward towards the nub of her most intense pleasure, listening for her reaction, watching her flesh twitch and weep as he traced up and down between her lips.

This time she groaned, and his stomach muscles contracted in sympathy. Fuck this was fun. When was the last time he’d enjoyed arousing a woman this much?

He continued to move his finger up and down between her lips and listened to her moans and panting breaths, watched her flesh twitch and her thighs tremble. Reaching her entrance, he pushed a finger inside her and delighted in the tight, wet heat of her.

God yes, he wanted his cock in there.

He slid in and out of her, added a second finger and listened to her panting breath.

Slowly he knelt and bent forward setting his lips to her flesh, inhaled her scent. He speared her with his tongue, and she jumped under him, uttering a strangled noise.

“What, ohh...” her voice disintegrated into something incoherent, and he licked her sweet silky flesh, she tasted delicious.

Settling to his task, he licked and suckled, sliding his fingers in and out with increasing speed, adding a third finger to stretch her, make her ready to take him.

Her breathing accelerated, accompanied by little moans and incoherent noises, her hips rolling.

His cock jerked in his falls leaking more fluid, and he judged she was ready for a thorough fucking, because frankly he couldn’t wait any longer.

“Ready, Genevra?” His voice came out husky, he couldn’t remember when he’d last been this aroused. “I want to fuck you.” His tone going gravelly on the word, his muscles pulling tight with the need.

Her eyes were wide, the pupils blown, her lips swollen and red. Her body tightened in response, she felt it too, the urgency, the ache of wanting! He clenched his teeth against a groan.

She swallowed and nodded. Thank God she hadn’t changed her mind. He’d never forced a woman, but his level of arousal would be hard to step back from at this point. He wanted her. Savagely.

He rose, scrabbling urgently at his falls with his left hand, and released his rigid aching cock. His pulse thudded in his ears, his breathing kicking up in anticipation.

Straightening, he removed his fingers and lining up his cock, he pressed the head to her entrance. Pausing to savour the moment, he then pushed forward firmly and slid effortlessly inside her, she was wet and open, taking him easily.

For a moment he held still, swallowing the groan that threatened to burst from his throat and just absorbed the searing pleasure of being engulfed in tight, wet, heat. He leaned forward and found her eyes again. Wide and shocked, her cheeks pink, her lovely breasts heaving with every breath, her hair a tangled pink halo round her head. Deliciously fuckable!

“Good sweetheart?” he asked, panting in anticipation of what was to come. He certainly hoped so, good was a poor word to describe what he was feeling, bloody fucking marvellous might come close.

She nodded again, and he gripped her hips and began to stroke inside her, slow easy thrusts designed to make this last as long as possible. God, it felt so good. He closed his eyes to savour the pleasure wafting over his skin and sinking into his bones.

After a few strokes, she began to move under him, her hips responding to his thrusts and disrupting his steady rhythm.

“That’s right,” he muttered. “Fuck me!” he thrust harder, deeper.

Her gasps became louder, and she moved more frantically, her panting became mingled with moans and other noises that set his blood racing. He moved a shaking hand from her hip to swirl over her place of pleasure and bring her the satisfaction she was clearly craving.

His body was wound tight as a coiled spring, his breathing laboured, and his pulse thudded hard in his ears and chest. The pleasure fuddling his senses made it harder to concentrate on hers, and he lost his rhythm, his strokes and caresses becoming erratic. His balls pulled tight, and he groaned helplessly, losing control.

“God Genevra!” he ground out. His voice gone gravelly with deep, bone aching desire.

She cried out and her body arched under him, shuddering and the avalanche of pleasure he had been trying to hold at bay, broke loose and rolled over and through him.

He groaned, balls deep, unable to keep it in. The flood of hot pleasure took his breath away. He groaned, grunted and cursed. His cock jerked and loosed his seed in four strong jets, tumbling into a series of smaller rippling aftershocks. Poleaxed by the trembling pleasure, he collapsed slowly on her body, breathing hard. “Fuck!” he whispered.

God yes! That was how a fuck was supposed to feel!He closed his eyes absorbing the pleasurable aftermath of lassitude flowing through his body and weakening his knees.

He laughed with the sheer joy of it, a feeling of euphoria he had not felt in a long time flooding his body and mind.

Yes, that was a glorious, stupendous fuck!

With an effort he lifted his head and looked down at her. “God, I hope you enjoyed that because I sure as hell did.”

She lay with her hands above her head a look of dazed relaxation on her face. She licked her lips. “Yes,” her voice was husky. “That was incredible.”

He lifted himself on his hands. “Don’t tell me that was your first release?”

She flushed. And shook her head. “No, just the first like this.”

“The first with a man?”

She nodded, closing her eyes as if ashamed. Which he found strangely touching.

“Hey sweetheart, that’s not your fault. It’s his.” He stroked the tendrils of hair off her face. “Look at me.”

She opened her eyes and blinked at him, and he kissed her, a soft touch of the lips. “Thank you,” he murmured and then rising he disengaged their bodies and rebuttoned his falls.

She sat up and pushed her skirts down, pulling up her bodice.

“Here let me do you up,” he said as she slid off the desk. He buttoned up her bodice and rested his hands on her shoulders. He felt an unaccustomed tenderness towards her, following that intense release. Normally he could wait to be rid of the whore he’d fucked, but Genevra wasn’t a whore. It was different with her.

“I will send you home in my carriage.”

“You have a carriage?” she asked looking round at him.

He smiled. “Yes, I have a carriage. I will send it to pick you up tomorrow night.”

“Send it at eleven, the bar closes at ten and that will give me time to close up and for the staff to leave. Only Mrs Bell, the cook and her son Neil, live on the premises with me. Joe and his boys and the bar maids all live elsewhere.” She was all practicality, he liked that. A business woman through and through.

“Eleven it shall be. I look forward to it.” he said with a smile, already thinking of things he wanted to do to her, share with her. Clearly her experience of pleasure was limited. Her husband had used her badly from what he could gather. The thought made his blood surge with anger towards the deceased Jacob Tate.

She nodded looking down.

He kissed her hair and murmured in her ear. “We have a week of delights ahead of us, Genevra. Tonight, was just a taster.” He’d not even thought of using a French letter, he’d been too eager for her, and he didn’t think he could bring himself to do so going forward, it would mute the pleasure too much. If she came here with the intent to let him fuck her perhaps she took precautions? Used a sponge or oils? If she hadn’t…

He would speak to her about it next time. If there were consequences he would take care of her, it would be worth it for a week of the kind of pleasure they had just shared. His body was still tingling with it.

She nodded again and moved out of his embrace to pick up her cloak. She seemed a bit subdued.

He looked at her with some concern. “You’re not regretting it are you?”

She looked up as she flung her cloak round her shoulders. “No. I’m just realising what I’ve been missing,” she said with that devastating frankness he found so refreshing.

He smiled and kissed her forehead. “Plenty more of that my dear.” Her words confirmed his suspicions and he resolved to make this week a journey of discovery for her. By the end of it she would be mistress of her body in ways she couldn’t even imagine yet.

And along the way he would explore and exploit every last drop of pleasure she could offer him. His cock twitched at the thought, and he fleetingly thought of keeping her here for another round.

He looked at her face and traced the weariness there. No, she’d had enough tonight. It would keep until tomorrow night.

She steppedup into the carriage and was surprised at how luxuriously appointed it was. Relaxing back against the squabs she reflected that the evening had turned out far better than she had hoped. She had secured a stay on the debt with the time to repay it and enjoyed a very pleasurable interlude with an exceedingly attractive man, who for all his fearsome reputation as a violent brute and bully, had been both considerate and tender in a way that she was completely unused to.

For the first time she truly understood the pleasure to be had between a man and woman. Her experiences with Jacob had been brutish and short for the most part. Even in the beginning of their marriage when she still fancied herself in love with him, before he grew violent and hurt her, their encounters had never gone on long enough to bring her to fulfilment, had never been preceded by enough kisses and caresses and strokes to sufficiently arouse her, or to prevent it hurting when he took her.

In fact, she generally got little warning of when he wanted to take her. He would grab her and fondle her breasts briefly or push up her skirts and push his fingers inside her, mutter something obscene and moments later he would either bend her over some convenient piece of furniture, push her up against a wall or throw her to the bed or the floor and push himself inside her. If she resisted, he would slap her and hold her wrists until they bruised.

If he was drunk, he might punch her if she tried to evade him or fought back. He was big and much stronger than her, and it always ended with her getting hurt if she tried to resist him, so she learned not to. She learned to take it in silence, but her lack of responsiveness would often displease him too, and he’d curse her and slap or punch her for not enjoying it.

The contrast between her previous experience and tonight’s interlude with Garmon was so stark, it had her in shock. For a start he kissed her and oh God what kisses! For those alone she would have let him do anything to her that he wanted, they melted her bones and set fire to the place between her legs in a way no man ever had.

Then he’d licked and fondled her breasts extracting such tingling pleasure from them, she had never known was possible, and finally he touched her between her legs eliciting a fiery pleasure from her sticky swollen flesh, so sharp it almost hurt. His touch was even more pleasurable than she was able to achieve herself.

And then he used his mouth on her. She sighed with the memory. She had heard of such a thing, other women talked of course, and men made lewd suggestions and gestures with their tongues, but she had never conceived of it being so extraordinarily delightful. Combined with his fingers inside her, it had brought her perilously close to exploding. And then to her frustration he had stopped.

But then when he took her, filled her, stretched her and instead of it hurting, it had been divine. Right. As if he belonged there inside her. She sighed again. And his strokes drove her towards the pinnacle again and this time when she reached it and went over, it was marvellous. So deeply pleasurable she wallowed in the memory of it.

And the double pleasure of feeling his release had been a surprise too. She had not known it was possible to derive pleasure from the sensation of a man’s releasing his seed, but the hot rush of it triggered a second smaller wave of pleasure in her and a bone deep satisfaction followed in its wake. As if something primal and right had just been achieved. As if she had experienced something for which she had been born to accomplish.

Which was absurd. Wasn’t it?

The prospect of a week of such pleasures made her laugh out loud for sheer joy.