Relief covered me like this warm blanket, the weight of not knowing now gone. “I want to kiss you. For real. Is that okay?”
Realization registered on her face a second before she nodded. That was all I needed. My lips meshed with hers instantly, and fuck me it was like no other kiss I’d had. She moaned when I entered her mouth, needing her tongue, needing to taste her so badly.
One hand dove into her hair, the other to her back, holding her tight to me. “Geneviève, I want to touch you. Will you let me? Please?” I asked, still desperate to be as near as possible. My tongue gave hers teasing laps, waiting for her answer.
“Yes,” she said in a low, breathy voice.
“Show me, Geneviève—show me where I can touch you,” I begged her, placing tiny kisses on her face. She found my hands and moved them both to her breasts. Since the day I first saw her, I’d wanted to do this. My fingers pressed gently against her soft, heavy breasts. Fire shot straight to my cock, causing such a fierce ache it was almost painful.
“You feel so perfect,” I said, still kissing her luscious mouth as I palmed her tits with my hands. Fuck, I felt like I was going to explode. She dragged one of my hands down her stomach, right to her hot pussy. I took a shallow breath as my fingers touched her overtop of her shorts.
The material was soaked right through. “You’re so wet, honey. Can I feel you underneath your shorts? Skin to skin?”
“Yes,” her voice sounded shaky and unsure, “but can I touch—you? Please?” Her eyes were lazy and half-lidded.
“For future reference, the answer to that question is always, ‘yes’,” I said, smiling as I lightly kissed her swollen lips. She giggled softly, then I let go of her breast and guided her hand down to where I wanted it the most.
“Oh,” she muttered sweetly as soon as her hand touched me. I was rock solid, hard for her. She tentatively stroked me over the thin material of my shorts, creating the most delicious, teasing sensation.
“That feels nice,” I said, taking a moment so I didn’t blow my load right there in my shorts. My hand found it’s way back into her hair, pulling her mouth to mine. I tried my best to restrain myself, not wanting to scare her with how desperate my need was.
I swept my tongue back into her mouth and we both groaned together when I maneuvered my hand passed the waistline of her shorts and touched the very heat of her. “So wet, so beautiful, so fucking perfect,” I mumbled nearly incoherently, sliding my thumb over her clit. She jerked back a bit, and I lifted my head.
“Too hard? I’m sorry, I’ll be more gentle.” I promised, tracing circles around her wetness.
She smiled and said, “No, it feels too good. Can I—under your shorts, too?”
A deep chuckle sounded from the depths of me. “Again, G, you never have to ask that question.” I felt her breathy laugh against my cheek as she slid her hand inside my shorts. Her hand wrapped around my cock, and I swear it took everything in me not to come right there in her hand.
I spread my legs, settling into the back of the couch. “Wow, Beau,” she said, her hand stroking me in a calm, unhurried manner, and I relished every minute of it. “It’s so—big.” Damn, she really was going to make me come sooner than I wanted to.
My lips found hers, for a searing kiss. Down below, my fingers kept up an insistent pace. Eager to explore her chest, I kissed a line down her neck, smelling the fresh, floral scent of her as I went. As soon as I got to her breast, I licked around the hard bud of her nipple over the material of her shirt. “Ahh,” she said as I sucked it into my mouth, swirling my tongue.
“What if someone comes downstairs?” Gigi asked, her hand resting in my hair.
I lifted my head. “It’s just Mom and she won’t.”
“What if—”
“Geneviève, I promise, she won’t. Once she’s in bed she stays there. The basement, this is my—”
“Lair?”
I laughed at her terminology. “Yes, that’s exactly right. This is my lair. Where I’m trying to make out with the hottest brunette I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Can I keep doing that?” I asked, wanting very much to continue on with my quest.
“I was just going to make it easier on you,” she said, slipping the bottom of her tank top up over her tits.
“Oh,” was all I could say, staring at the biggest, most perfect breasts in the world. Both nipples pointed straight at me, inviting me to come play.
“Or, I could just leave it,” she said, trying for a second to yank it back down again.
Out of pure instinct, my hand caught hers. “Nope. Up will do, thanks,” I said, practically diving onto her nipple. I drew it into my mouth, the soft, supple skin surrounding it, in such stark contrast with her hard, tight bud.
I worshiped her breast, then moved to the other side, giving it the same treatment. All during this, Gigi’s hips began moving with more and more urgency, searching—craving contact. My middle finger grazed her core, dipping in only slightly. “Can I?” I asked her permission to go further.
“Please, Beau, yes,” she murmured, her hand still working my cock with a tight grip that was trying my resolve. I worked my finger inside her as she whimpered with need, rolling her hips against my hand. Her free hand still in my hair, holding me to her breast. Yeah, she liked what I was doing just as much as I did.
Soon, I started a slow, torturous, in and out movement with my finger. Fucking her so gently with my finger, I struggled like hell to hold onto my release. I left her tits and crushed my mouth to hers as I added another finger. She moaned and squirmed under my touch, making my cock grow even harder.