Chapter 7

CHAPTER7

Garmon slid down the bed, to commence what he planned to be a thorough exploration of Genevra’s delightful body. He began with the ravishing of her breasts. These luscious globes made him salivate with longing, and he had entirely neglected them earlier, driven by an overmastering desire to just get inside and fuck her.

The problem had been his inability to stop thinking about doing precisely that all day. Despite the slight distraction of his unsatisfactory meeting with Diana, he had been walking around with an erection for the duration, remembering and anticipating.

Having her back in his arms had completely destroyed his plans for a slow seduction, especially when she responded so immediately and wantonly to his kisses. It was obvious she wanted the same thing and from that point on it was a frantic rush to the finish line. He was pleased and mildly flattered by her response. A mutual attraction this strong was rare and to be savoured and enjoyed to the full.

His mouth made a meal of her hard nipples, nibbling, licking, sucking first one and then the other. His hands cupping, squeezing, stroking and caressing the lovely, round, soft flesh. Her legs moved restlessly on the bed, signalling her arousal from this treatment. Could he? Would she? He decided to try.

Lifting his head he said, “Spread your legs and keep them spread. Wide as they will go.”

She gaped at him.

“Trust me,” he said coaxingly.

She nodded and obeyed. He looked down and groaned at the sight of her spread out before him, her breasts lolling heavy, with her nipples jutting up pink and hard, her stomach a lovely curve and her quim revealed to him in all its pink, satiny glory, damp and dressed with strawberry curls.

“Now, no touching yourself unless I say so, hmm?”

She nodded, and he grinned. “I am going to play with your breasts, just your breasts. And you are going to keep her thighs spread wide and clench your inner muscles as I do so. You understand what I mean by that?”

“I think so,” her voice was a husky croak. She swallowed, her tongue licking her lower lip.

“The idea arouses you, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

He pushed a finger inside her. “Try to clench,” she obeyed, and he groaned, imagining what it would feel like if she did that while his cock was inside her. “Yes, like that.” He withdrew his finger and licked it grinning at her. Her eyes widened and he kissed her lips. “Now clench and release while I play with you.”

He bent his head to her breasts and nuzzled and licked and kissed one mound while he cupped and squeezed and fondled the other. He kissed and suckled, using his tongue to swirl over and tease the hard nub, feeling her arching up into his mouth as he widened and took more of her breast, sucking harder.

She whimpered, her hands clutching the sheets, and he transferred to the other breast giving it the same treatment, soothing the first with his fingers. He sucked hard on her nipple, pinching the other at the same time. Then soothed and repeated the process, each time getting a little harder.

Her sounds got louder and more urgent and her hips rolled, her thighs trembled and her back arched. A deep groan tore from her throat and she cried out panting.

She collapsed back on the bed trembling her thighs snapping together and rubbing, her panting breath audible. He kissed each pink breast soothingly and sat up, his cock jutting up hard against his belly.

She lay limp and pink against the pillows a dazed expression in her eyes.

“I didn’t know that was possible.”

He grinned. “I told you I would show you pleasure you have never dreamed of.” He leaned over her and kissed her, slow and deep. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her mouth. Sitting back on his haunches he said, “Would you do me a favour?”

“Of course, what?”

He waved at his belly. “Suck my cock with that luscious mouth of yours?”

She smiled and sat up. “I’d love to.”

He groaned again. “Genevra I’m going to die of pleasure, and it will be your fault!”

She laughed and leaned forward.

“No stay there I want to-” he moved to straddle her. “Lean back against the pillows.” She obeyed him, and he knelt before her, resting his hands against the bedhead behind her. He leaned forward, and she circled his girth with her fingers, and pulled down the foreskin to reveal the head of his cock. She took him in her mouth, and he groaned at the sensation of her tongue against his flesh and the hot wet cavern of her mouth.

He closed his eyes the better to appreciate the exquisite sensations and thrust slowly in her grip, driving himself deeper into her mouth, careful not to choke her.

He savoured the experience for several minutes mindful not to push beyond a certain point. This was purely for the pleasure of it, he had no intention of ejaculating yet. He wanted a lot more pleasure before he reached that point. An advantage of having climaxed so quickly the first time was that he could delay the final event for longer now, allow them both to wring the most from the experience.

He thrust into her mouth with agonising slowness, teasing himself and resisting the urge to go faster. God that was good! Her tongue swirled over the head, sending shivers through his body and tightening his balls. He panted, groaning softly. So good...

Too good...Pulling out of her mouth with a muffed groan, he sat back on his haunches and regarded her.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing, I don’t want you to make me come yet. That was a pure piece of indulgence.”

“You like it?”

“Oh yes, very much,” he leaned forward and kissed her again. “Now I’m going to pleasure you.”

“But you already have,” she protested.

“Not half, sweetheart. You won’t be able to walk by the time I’ve finished with you,” he said, moving down her body until he was between her splayed legs.

“That will be very awkward, I have to work tomorrow,” she said playfully. Then she jumped and uttered a kind of squeak as he plunged his face into her delicious fragrant cunny and licked and kissed her. Spearing her with his tongue and lapping at her flesh.

He worked her relentlessly until she was feverish with wanting to come, writhing and clutching the sheets while he pushed his fingers in and out of her and lavished her bud with licking, sucking and kissing.

“Garmon!” She pushed up into him frantic, panting, moaning. His cock twitched and ached forcing to him bear down into the mattress with his hips to ease the aching.

He renewed his assault on her flesh and pushed her ruthlessly over the edge into a climax, savouring the cries of her pleasure and the pulsing of her flesh under his tongue.

Barely allowing her a moment to recover, he pushed her again to the peak and through another fall with his tongue, and his fingers. More gentle but relentless he pushed her into another and another until she was panting and limp and cried out in protest.

“Garmon please!”

He raised his head and grinned. “Had enough?”

“Please,” she put out a hand.

He shook his head. “I don’t think you’ve had enough yet.”

“I have really!” she protested breathless and trembling.

“You want my cock? You want me to fuck you?”

“Ohh!” she collapsed back on the pillows, her legs falling open. “Yes! Yes! Fuck me!” she said to the ceiling, her lovely neck arched and her breasts on full display.

His cock leaked copiously at this display of debauched wantonness, his balls already tight, throbbed painfully. He rose over her, grabbing a pillow to fit under her bottom and gripping her hips, he speared her hard with his cock. She lay splayed below him, while he fucked her with hard deliberate strokes, his eyes feasting on the sight of her laid out and helpless in his grip.

“Do you like it, Genevra?” he asked his voice cracking with barely controlled lust.

“Yes!” she rolled her head on the pillows and clenched the sheets, her breasts bouncing with the movement of his thrusts as he jarred her whole body with the force of his fucking.

“God, Garmon, yes!” her voice rose, and then he felt it. The clench of her inner muscles as she strained against him, arching her back. He moved one hand to rub roughly over her bud to bring her off and the result was spectacular.

Her muscles pulled taught, and she groaned loudly, her body shuddering and the internal clenching became a ripple that made him groan helplessly and his cock quiver, teetering on the edge of coming.

He wrenched himself free of her grip, squeezed the base of his cock hard to stop himself coming and panted, watching her roll slowly sideways off the pillow, her legs coming together as she curled into herself moaning softly.

He leaned over her, stroking her hair off her face. “Are you alright?”

“Hmm,” she nodded, her body writhing on the sheets.

He smiled. He recognised the signs. She had reached that point of over stimulation where her whole body was afire. He had hoped to achieve that with her but was surprised it had happened so quickly. He rolled her gently onto her stomach and pushing her tangled hair aside, kissed the back of her neck, which made her moan and writhe on the bed.

“It’s all right sweetheart, I know what is happening. Your skin feels hypersensitive, doesn’t it?” He stroked her back gently.

“Hmm.” She rubbed her face into the pillow, pushing her bottom up.

“You feel all coiled up inside, don’t you?” he swallowed the groan the sight of her wet swollen peach pushed up into his view provoked.

“Y-yes,” her voice breathless, broken.

“Oh Genevra,” he groaned leaning over her and kissing her back, her shoulders her spine, his hands caressing her skin. He gently lifted her beautiful round bottom up and placed the pillow under her tummy. Her hips writhed on it, she seemed almost insensible of what he was doing, lost in some erotic dreamscape of her own body’s sensations.

Her breathing came in erratic pants, punctuated by little mewls and moans that made his sorely tried cock leak and twitch. Moving between her writhing legs, he slowly lowered his body on top of hers and slid the head of his cock along her wet swollen flesh.

He groaned with the pleasure of the sensation, and she jerked beneath him and gave an answering groan. Pulling back a fraction, he found and notched the head to her entrance and pushed gently but firmly inside her. She gasped and her back arched, he groaned and gripped her hips, kissing her back and then stretching forward and taking his weight on his hands and knees he lay on her full length. Rocking slowly, he pushed into her, leaning down he found her mouth, and kissed her. Then he reached under her to rub her gently while he slid in and out of her slowly and she moaned helplessly into another climax.

“That’s it,” he whispered kissing her neck and her cheek and her shoulder, rocking himself inside her and swirling her inexorably into another peak. She shook beneath him, her limbs tensing and going limp and tensing again as he wrung yet another surge of pleasure from her. She was panting and their skin was slick with sweat where they touched. The slap of their flesh meeting was audible between their laboured breath. He was perilously close to losing all control.

It was time, he couldn’t hold back the nagging ache to come any longer. He gripped her hips and pulled back onto his haunches bringing her up with him onto her knees.

He massaged her gorgeous bottom, enjoying the feel of her buttocks in his hands, his thumbs separating them so that he could see himself pushing in and out of her wet cunny. His cock was red and glistening wet, swollen and veined and so fucking hard it hurt.

He pushed deeper, gripping her hips again as he sped up his thrusts, God yes! The pleasure, held at bay for so long, surged up and up and wound itself into a tight knot of exquisite, agonising, ravening, joy. And burst. His cock jerked within the confines of her hot tunnel and spilled his seed in a series of blissful shots that left him gutted and limp, collapsing on her back and pushing her back down onto the bed in a panting heap.

She was ruined.She couldn’t move. He rolled off her and lay panting beside her. But she couldn’t even turn her head to look at him. What he had done to her, she couldn’t begin to describe, or comprehend. Her body was jelly, boneless. Her lady parts were mashed, wet, swollen, beyond tender.

His hand on her back made her flinch. “Genevra?”

She swallowed. Her throat hurt.

“Genevra, sweetheart?”

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out but a huff of breath.

He removed the pillow and her body collapsed onto the mattress. He turned her over, and she flopped onto her back.

His expression of concern made her force out. “I’m all right.” Her voice cracked.

He stroked the hair from her face, and then he disappeared from her view. She felt him get up from the bed, but she couldn’t summon the will to turn her head and watch him.

He returned, sitting down on the edge of the bed and lifting her head with one hand, he offered her a drink. It was whisky, potent and fiery, it caught the back of her throat and made her cough. But the spirit brought some sense back to her limbs and when she had stopped coughing, she took another sip. He eased her head back onto the pillow and stroked her cheek.

“Better?”

“Hmm.” she cleared her throat. “Yes. Thank you.”

“I did warn you; you wouldn’t be able to walk.” he said with a smile.

“I didn’t think you meant it literally,” she said, attempting to match his light tone.

He put the glass on the bedside table and kissed her forehead.

He then climbed back into bed and eased her into his arms. “I think you have earned a rest.”

She huffed a weary laugh, resting her head on his chest and closed her eyes. “I have to leave before dawn, my staff...”

“Hush, I’ll make sure you get home in time, rest.”

“Hmm...” sleep took her over the edge into darkness.

Garmon layawake for some time listening to her breathing and wondered how a week was going to be enough to explore everything he wanted to with this woman.

He woke at half past two. A habit he had formed in childhood, when sleeping was hazardous at the best of times, was the ability to wake at a time he nominated to himself. Getting out of bed quietly, he pulled on a robe, poked up the fire and set a kettle on to boil some water.

He returned to the foot of the bed and watched Genevra sleeping. She lay on her back, her glorious light copper hair, a tangled halo round her head, her face relaxed. He would wake her at three. That would give her sufficient time to get home before her staff arrived.

Glancing at the clock he moved quietly into the sitting room where he rekindled the fire that had gone out and picking up the novel he was reading, he sat and lost himself in the fantasy world of Mrs Gaskill’s Mysteries of Udolpho for twenty minutes.

Putting the book aside and rising at just before three, he went back into the bedroom. The kettle was boiled and taking a cloth he poured the hot water into the basin and turned to the bed. Sliding under the covers, he watched Genevra’s sleeping face for a moment longer. A flash of his childhood surfaced, of his mother sleeping exhausted and of his reluctance to wake her as instructed. Pushing the memory aside, he bent his head and kissed Genevra’s lips gently.

She woke with a start, her eyes springing open in alarm.

“Good morning,” he said with an amused smile at her shocked expression. He could see the moment she recalled where she was and how she got there and what had transpired before she slept.

“What time is it? I have to go-”

“It is 3:00 am, and you have plenty of time.” He watched her scrambling out of bed and added, “There is hot water in the basin.”

“Thank you,” she said going to the basin and making a hasty toilet, shivering slightly despite the fire.

While she was doing that, he gathered up her strewn garments and when she turned from the basin he said, “Let me be your maid.” He had done this often enough as a lad in the brothel for the girls and his mother.

She stared up at him, slightly dazed and watched as he knelt to offer her a stocking. She put out a foot, balancing herself with a hand on his head. His fingers lingered momentarily as he fastened her garters into place. And he resisted the temptation to kiss her sweet mound. If he started, he might not be able to stop, and she really had, had enough tonight and besides he didn’t want to make her late.

Rising he helped her on with her chemise, laced up her corset and then her dress, knelt again to help her on with her boots. She clutched at her hair. “Do you have a comb?”

He nodded and produced a comb and brush, when she went to take them from him, he said, “Let me.”

She turned her back in acquiescence, and he carefully worked the tangles out of her hair before plaiting and pinning it for her. Dressing a lady’s hair had been another of his duties. “There, perfectly respectable,” he said turning her to the mirror on the dresser, his hands on her upper arms.

She looked up at him over her shoulder. “Thank you.”

He smiled and kissed her hair. “You’re welcome. My carriage will pick you up at eleven tonight. You will find it out the front now waiting for you.”

“You–you want to continue, tonight? You wouldn’t prefer a break?” she said turning towards him.

He shook his head. “No, but we will explore other things tonight, I shan’t tax you so, I promise.”

She nodded, lowering her head.

He tipped it up, with a finger under her chin and kissed her lips gently. “Thank you.”

She swallowed. “Thank you, I didn’t know- I’ve never-”

“I know. I’m sorry if I pushed you too far-”

“No!” she put a hand on his chest. “No, it was wonderful, just overwhelming. I feel strange this morning, light and sort of out of kilter. I can’t explain it.”

He kissed her forehead. “You had better go before I forget my good intentions. Until tonight.” He cupped her face and kissed her mouth again. Letting her go reluctantly, he stepped aside and escorted her to the door. He helped her on with her cloak and then escorted her down the stairs and out into the street, where he handed her into his carriage. He watched the carriage turn the corner before he went back inside.

He had a great deal to accomplish today, because he had achieved fuck all yesterday, he’d been so distracted by thoughts of Genevra. Today he would do better.

He didn’t.