Chapter Twenty-Seven

Even though it broke my heartto see Gen in such a state of utter despair, I feel gratified that she came to me. The fact that she felt safe enough to seek me in her moment of vulnerability fills me with pride. We haven't known each other for long, but clearly long enough for her to see me as a reliable bloke who'll welcome her with open arms when she needs it the most, and that has to be one of my greatest accomplishments.

She wasn't joking when she said she was exhausted. It's almost one in the afternoon and she's still out. On my side, I walked Mulli, exercised, showered, watered the plants, and lunch slowly simmers on the stove. I'm now in the armchair by the bed, trying once again to catch her likeness on my tablet. I'm getting better at it, and the attempts honor her beauty more than when I first tried. This time, as soon as I notice the early signs of her sleep coming to an end, I drop everything. I tug down my sweatpants, slip off my T-shirt, and very carefully return under the covers.

Even though she's still asleep, she naturally comes to settle in my arms when I gently pull her in, her back plastered on my front. It takes another few minutes for her to fully emerge, and when she does, I'm hard as a rock between us. This isn't exactly the mood I planned on for this moment, but my body can't help itself around her. It seems she doesn't really mind though, because before she even opens her eyes, her perfect bum inches back, pressing itself harder onto my cock.

"Hmm," she mumbles. "Did you take a gun to bed, or are you happy to see me?"

"I'm not Americanized enough to have a gun in bed, red. And I'm always happy to see you."

Her lazy smile fills me with contentment, and she tugs on my arm to tighten our embrace, her eyes still closed. "Something smells divine," she notes.

I dip my nose in the curve of her throat, inhaling her cherry scent. "I think it's you."

She giggles, arching against me as she stretches her sleepy limbs. "Did you cook?"

"I prepared lunch, yes. Thought you might wake up hungry."

Her eyes whip open, her auburn eyebrows frowning. "Lunch? What time is it?"

"Around one in the afternoon."

"Oh no, shoot."

"What?"

"I was looking forward to morning sex."

It's my turn to laugh, which comes in the way of the small kisses I'm laying on her shoulder. "Might mid-day sex be a good enough alternative?"

Her hand takes hold of mine just under her chest, and she slowly brings it between her legs. "I'm sure we can make it work if we try really hard."

My fingers trace a tentative path over the lace of her underwear as she parts her knees to grant me access. I thrust against her arse, letting her feel all of me. "Is that hard enough for you, red?"

"Yes," she breathes out.

I tease her over the garment for a moment and find her clit to give it a few firmer rolls. When she begins to undulate against me, I slip my hand under the lace and resume, grazing her folds with deft fingertips, entering her only to retreat, and playing with the small nub.

I wake her body slowly, tenderly, like we have all the time in the world. Because we do now, don't we? It's not just about getting through her list and moving on. It's about exploring this thing between us, this connection, the chemistry… and seeing just how far it'll take us. I've never been an optimistic guy, but I'll venture this could go pretty fucking far.

"Gen?" I murmur in her ear.

"Yes?"

"Yesterday we talked about this, about us. But you were in a difficult place emotionally, so I want to make sure." I dip two thick fingers inside her, pressing on her clit with the pad at the base of my thumb. She moans again, and I resume my question. "Do you still want to do this? To take this to the next stage?"

The nod she gives me lifts a weight that I didn't know was on my heart. "Yes, I do." Her hand presses mine harder, her hips writhing to get more.

"Then will you go out on a date with me?"

Her movements pause, even though my fingers are still slowly fucking her, and she twists her head to meet my eyes with her big blue ones. Her cheeks are rosy just as I love them, her lips parted with slight surprise.

"Friday. Go on a date with me, red. A real one, not just a couple of drinks at The Devil's Court."

Her head bobs up and down in agreement, and her hand leaves mine between her legs to clutch my nape and bring me to her. We share a deep, profound, and unbreakable kiss. The undulations of her hips resume, and I help her climb higher and higher. She's sopping wet now, and my fingers make this moist sound every time I thrust them in, which drives me mad with want. My cock will be there soon, crammed in all that softness, stretching her warm walls with its girth.

I feel the first spasm of her orgasm, squeezing my fingers inside her, and I tighten my hold on her, dipping my tongue in her mouth to feel her moan around it. Her whole body tenses, her small scream of ecstasy vibrating against my lips as she tilts. My needs become secondary to her bliss, so I push her further, still pumping inside her as she jolts and shivers, overtaken by pleasure. I'm merciless, granting her no break to recuperate from her climax, already adamant about bringing on a second one. One day, I'll have to see how many times I can make her come like this, her orgasms a long and endless string of wrecking pleasure.

When I can feel that she's close again, I use my hand under her head to reach for her breast, finding a nipple over the fabric and pinching it, twisting it.

"Jake," she whimpers, her eyes glassy with need.

"I know, you're so close. Do you want to come around my fingers again or around my—"

"Your cock. I want your cock. Please…" There's really nothing I could refuse her when she begs like this.

I let go of her and suck on my fingers while I kneel, feasting on her taste. With trembling hands, she removes the Led Zeppelin T-shirt to free her glorious breasts. She hastily lifts her bum when I slip my fingers in the sides of her thong and then raises her legs for me to tug it off. My underwear is quickly discarded, thrown in the mess of the sheets around us, and I give the head of my cock a relieving pinch. We're not entering her quite yet.

Before she can see it coming, I bury my face between her legs and lick up her pink and drenched folds. Her taste coats my tongue, and her soft pleas fill my ears. I swear to God, I'm in fucking heaven when her fingers come to clutch my hair, her hips writhing and lifting under my mouth. She's so fucking receptive, always eager to get more pleasure, and never above begging for it.

I work her up to another climax, palming both her tits with my hands while my tongue, lips, and teeth work their magic on her cunt. Her clit is swollen, looking like it's about to burst, and I feel the involuntary spasms that shake her.

"Jake!" she cries out, trembling from head to toe. "Oh God, Jake!" If her hold on my hair is any indication, she's close. Very fucking close. So I let go of her again, leaving her high and disoriented. "What are you—"

"You said you wanted to come around my cock," I remind her, taking my position in the cradle of her parted thighs, pressing my erection onto her drenched slit.

She looks completely appalled, so I have to hold back a smirk when I bend down to kiss her. My teasing is quickly dismissed in the intensity of our embrace, especially when I align myself with her entrance and start pushing in.

I'm slow, the slowest I've ever been, taking my time so I can enjoy the blissful sensation of sinking into her drenched cunt. For every inch I give her, she tries to get another one, thrusting up and arching, but I counter her every time, holding my own desire on a tight leash. By the time I bottom out, a veil of sweat already coats my back.

She feels so fucking good. All wet and tight, so warm I feel like I could live there and never want out. When she tries to move, to initiate a momentum between us, I lower to trap her between my hips and the mattress.

"Jake, what are you doing?" she frustratedly whimpers.

"I want to go slow, red. I want to worship you and show you how much I adore you."

"I would appreciate it if you worshiped faster."

Only she can make me chuckle in such an intense moment. I adjust myself to lean on my elbows, and with my hands on each side of her face, I graze her freckled cheekbones with my thumbs. "Let me be slow. And tender. And intense. I promise you'll like it."

I'm not saying the words, but I'm sure she can hear them because something clicks in her mind, and she understands what I want. What I need.

Let me make love to you.

Visibly emotional, she nods, adjusting her thighs higher on my sides and resting delicate hands on my back. I leisurely follow the outline of her plump lips with the tip of my tongue. She patiently waits for me to finish, her pussy spasming around me until I conclude it with a deep and passionate kiss.

When I begin to thrust in and out of her—so slowly that she can probably feel every piercing dragging on her walls—she lets me lead. Her hands follow my pace as she pulls me in every time, her hips arching in rhythm with mine. We're plastered together, her tits squeezed between us as I take her, their pebbled tips poking against my chest.

I take her like this, with all the tenderness I hold despite the electric intensity that sparks every time I'm balls deep inside her. Between her moans and her body's reaction, I feel her get closer and closer. I won't need to send a hand between us and tease her clit—not at this angle. The base of me drags along it every time I slide inside her.

After long minutes of this have passed, she finally gets that second orgasm I've been taunting her with. I still while she shatters underneath me with her face pressed against my throat. She shivers and twitches, her gushing pussy clenching around my cock. Surely, I'm spilling precum in her because the pleasure it brings is unbelievable.

Her soft cries, the way her nails dig into my back, the arching of her hips… Everything works against my resolve. She unknowingly tests my stamina with this one, but again, when doesn't she? I ride through her climax with clenched teeth. No matter how much she tries to milk it out of me, I hold back from spilling my seed.

Her body gradually relaxes, and her hands stop clawing at my back while her cries turn into breathless whimpers. Even after she comes down, I give myself some more time, aware that I'll need it to last all the way to her next orgasm.

"Slow is good," she breathes out. "I like it. It's different, but I really like it."

"You've seen nothing yet, red."

Her little giggle is unexpected, but it makes sense when she says, "You're so damn cocky."

"You like my cockiness."

"Yes, I love your cockiness."

I move back enough to stare down at her flushed face with a lopsided grin, which she answers with a crooked smile.

When she lifts to demand a kiss, I refuse her and pull out all the way to the tip so I can unhurriedly sink back inside her. I witness how her pupils dilate, her mouth opening with a sigh.

This time, I watch every little detail of her as I make love to her, maintaining the same measured intensity. Now that I'm higher up, we can both gaze down and watch as my cock pumps in and out of her. It's coated with her cum, and so swollen and stiff that it looks angry. The glistening skin catches the light, the veins bulging as if it might blow up soon. Which it really fucking might.

"You feel so good," I groan.

"You too. I feel so stretched, so full."

"You're about to feel even fuller, red. Do you want my cum? Do you want me to fill you up with it?"

"Oh God, yes!"

"You have to come once more for that, sweetheart."

"Then make me, please."

The slow pace I started with has been progressively speeding up, and while it's still not as intense as when we usually fuck, the momentum isn't as tender as earlier. My hips slap against the inside of her thighs with each punch into her overworked pussy, and we're both glistening with sweat now. My arms burn with the effort it takes to keep myself upward, so I know we've been doing this for long enough.

I lean onto my left elbow and send my right hand between us to tease her clit. She mewls my name, her knees tightening on my sides, and I take it as an encouragement. While my cock keeps pumping inside her, my fingertips roll and pinch, giving her the little extra stimulation she needs to follow me into heaven. My balls are tightening; I'm so fucking close.

"Jake! Aah! I'm—" A hiccup of pleasure steals the rest, and her walls clamp around my rigid girth.

Perfect fucking timing.

Five more thrusts and she shatters, screaming my name and pulling me to her with her nails fucking up my back. The pain of it, the way her pussy strangles my cock, her helpless moans, cries, whimpers… bring me right there with her. A first rope of cum jets out of me, splashing right against the door of her womb—which I feel against my tip as I ram harder into her. My groans join her whimpers. I come so damn hard that I lose all notion of space and time, my eyes locked on her ecstatic face until I can't take more of it and shut them. This is one of the best orgasms of my life.

It's not just my balls that I empty into her, it's my heart, mind, and entire person. This woman fucking owns me already, and I think she has no idea.

By the time I'm done shuddering over her, I feel fucking empty, but in the best possible way. I'm plastered all over her, my temple resting on her breast as I pant like I ran a hundred miles. Under my ear, I can hear the hectic tempo of her heart beating as wildly as mine. Who knew lovemaking could be as remarkably satisfying as the intense fucking we're used to? We'll have to do this again in the future. Repeatedly.

When I try to move away from her, she stops me, squeezing her thighs around me and restraining me with her arms. "No, stay," she whispers.

"Can you breathe?"

"Barely, but I don't care."

I chuckle softly and readjust myself so I don't weigh so much on her. My eyes wander to the pink nipple in my field of view, and we stay like this for several minutes, immobile and silent. Between us, I can feel my cum seep out of her from around my softening cock.

This is so fucking nice.

"I know it isn't my birthday anymore, but can this be my gift from you?" she asks with humor.

"The sex?"

"The spectacular sex."

"I'll return the actual gift I got you, then."

"You got me a gift?" She sounds so surprised and happy that I have to look up and see the big smile on her face.

"Of course I did."

"Can I see it?"

"It depends. Am I allowed to move again?"

Her energetic nod makes me laugh.

My limbs are still weak as fuck when I push myself up, pulling out of her sloppy cunt in the process. I can't believe my legs are actually wobbling as I walk to the closet. There, I take out a medium-sized package and return to the bed. She's sitting in the middle of it, her creamy skin still flushed, her cheeks pink, and her eyes sparkly.

"There you go, sweetheart," I say, handing her the gift.

She looks like a child on Christmas morning as she tears the paper open, and I find her excitement terribly endearing. Her eyebrows twitch as she discovers the red leather, and then she takes it out to unfold it and hold it before her. I went out of my way to find something up to her standards, and the clerk at Bloomingdale's insisted I couldn't go wrong with such quality Italian leather.

"I've been driving you around on my bike a few times, so I reckoned it's better if you have some protective gear. I snooped around your closet one evening while you were showering to get your size. But I noticed you don't have a leather jacket, so we can return it if—"

She interrupts me with a quick and eager kiss and then grins at me broadly. "Are you kidding! It's so beautiful, oh my God."

I watch, reassured, as she opens the zipper and slips it on. It fits her perfectly, and I don't think I've ever seen her looking so hot. The red leather compliments her hair and skin, and her nakedness below beckons fantasies I didn't know I had. Especially since she looks thoroughly fucked at the moment. And she very much is. I want her to ride me wearing it, with the swell of her tits half hidden and her nipples peeking through as she bounces on my cock.

Maybe we'll do that for my birthday.

She jumps out of bed, rushing her little bum to the tall mirror on the wardrobe's door. Wholly entranced, I admire her while she examines her reflection, twisting around to see it all, her luminous smile never fading. She closes it, reopens it, poses…

Does she know how fucking sexy she is right now? The jacket reaches a little below her belly button, so the triangle of curls at the apex of her legs is in full view. For fuck's sake, I can even see my cum coating the inside of her thighs.

"It's so perfect, Jake," she squeals as she returns to the bed before attacking me with a series of kisses. "I love it so much."

Before I can return any of her enthusiasm, she's off again to the mirror.

Greatly entertained by all this, I lie back on the headboard with a forearm behind my head. I never thought I had much boyfriend material in me, if any, but if small things like this are all it takes to send her over the moon with joy, I might nail it.

She looks very proud when she turns to me again, and the mischievous glimmer on her face tells me I'm not ready for what's coming next. "I don't even need to get my bag from the car anymore. This is how I'll spend the entire weekend," she declares.

Well, fuck me. It's like God heard prayers I haven't made yet.

"If you don't have any objection, of course," she cautiously adds.

"Do you object to getting fucked hourly?"

Her face, which only now started to return to its normal state, flushes again as she gnaws on her lower lip. She shakes her head, and I give her a carnivorous smile. "Then I have no objection, red."

If we end up strolling around naked like this all weekend long, then I'm beyond confident that this thing between us will take us pretty fucking far.