She tried to speak, but the words would not come. She could only respond with breathless gasps as the ache between her legs grew. She nodded as his hands pinned her wrists to the mattress.
“Good girl,” he murmured as his lips met her neck.
His tongue traced the line of her collarbone as he slowly and deliberately moved his right hand from her breast to her abdomen.
For a brief second, he ran his fingertips across her stomach, then he moved his hand between her thighs.
Genevieve groaned as she felt his fingers gently trace the outer edges of her opening, and her desire grew.
“You are so wet,” he breathed as his fingers gently slid into her cavern.
She gasped and arched her back as her walls clamped down on his fingers. She felt his lips curl into a smile against her neck. He slowly began to move his fingers in and out of her, each motion deliberate and controlled.
“Wilhelm,” she managed to moan between her heavy pants as the movement of his fingers quickened.
He paused and withdrew his fingers. “What, my love?”
“I…” she moaned, her hips instinctively pressing against his hand. “More. Please.”
His eyes darkened. “Heavens, you are so pretty when you beg.”
He slid his fingers back into her cavern and pulled down his trousers without breaking eye contact.
Genevieve’s eyes widened as his pulsing member sprang free. She mewled with desire and silently begged him to put every inch of it inside her.
He removed his fingers and stroked the tip of his veined erection against the folds of her sex before he slowly entered her.
“Oh, Wilhelm,” she moaned as his entire length filled her.
He paused as the tip of his shaft met her maidenhood. “This will hurt a bit,” he warned. “But not for long, I promise.”
With a careful push, he broke through her barrier. Genevieve cried out and froze as the pain shot through her groin, then relaxed as it dissipated. She took a deep breath and gave Wilhelm a small nod to continue.
He moved his hips with ever-increasing speed, each thrust pushing Genevieve into a higher state of euphoria. Her canal gripped his member as each plunge pushed her closer to her release.
The pressure built within her, and she lifted her hips to push him more deeply inside her. He grunted in her ear as she dug her nails into his back.
“Faster,” she begged through gritted teeth.
He quickened his pace as she feverishly bucked and keened beneath him and pulled his thrusting hips against hers.
Genevieve felt the world fall away from her as she reached the pinnacle of her climax. “Wilhelm!” she screamed as her sweat-soaked body shuddered and her insides quaked.
Her canal spasmed around Wilhelm’s engorged rod, and with a howl, he spilled his seed inside her in long, deep pulses.
As her tremors ceased, Genevieve cupped Wilhelm’s sweaty face in her hands. She tilted his head so he would look at her and tenderly ran one thumb across his lower lip.
He smiled back at her with an intensity that could banish all storms, scatter the darkest clouds, and quell the wildest tempests.
At that moment, Genevieve knew she belonged only to him.
Chapter Sixteen
“This is utterly delightful,” Genevieve sighed contentedly, leaning back on her elbows above the soft blanket spread beneath a towering oak tree.
The sun warmed her skin, and a gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of wildflowers through the air.
Wilhelm, seated beside her, chuckled. “I am inclined to agree with you,” he replied, his gaze sweeping over the picturesque meadow. “Though I suspect it is the company that considerably enhances the scenery.”
