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Geraldine didn’t know if she was shocked or horrified, delighted or simply mad with need. All of the above, perhaps.
She was shaking and shaking. She was toohot.
Her hips were lifting of their own accord. Her eyes drifting shut. And she couldn’t bear the intensity of this. She couldn’t bear to look at him as he moved over her in this way, or as his fingers found their way into the core of her, into all her sleek and secret heat, and began to play her like some kind of instrument.
He made her into a melody she had never heard in her life, not like this, and it made her feel as if she was dancing.
It made her throw back her head and sing the only song she could.
His name.
Again and again, his name.
And that was how she found her first peak, then hurtled over it, still singing out that same song.
But she had no time to gather herself because he kept going, shifting even lower, so he could begin to lick his way all over the molten center of her need, teaching her things she could never have known otherwise.
How to melt and bloom into his mouth. How to grip his thick hair in fists.
How to ride him as he ate at her, as if her hips held a wisdom of experience she could only guess at.
And all the while, the need in her only grew.
This time, when she exploded, she screamed.
He took his time as she floated down from that, shifting their positions. Laying himself out beside her and kissing her again, so she could taste her own mysteries on his mouth while she could feel his hugeness, hard and rampant against her belly.
Lionel took her to the peak and beyond once more, this time plunging one finger and then another deep inside her, stretching her, readying her—
God,she thought,I am so ready—
And it was as if he could read her very thoughts. For only then did he move between her legs and settle himself there, the heavy weight of him pressing her down into the soft rug and the hard floor beneath it.
He reached down between them so he could take the thick head of his sex and begin to make his way inside her at last.
“Geraldine,” he warned her when she moaned. “I have told you the rules.”
That made her shudder all over again, but she whispered his name.
Then moaned it as he began working himself inside her.
It wasn’t that it didn’t hurt, because it did. But her sob was his name and every time she cried out it felt like a connection and her body surrendered just that little bit more.
Then just a little bit more than that.
And soon enough, she could feel him crowding inside of her, the very tip of him flush against a part of her that she had never felt before.
Geraldine was panting. She felt as if she couldn’t pull in a full breath.
But he had told her that she had only one word at her disposal and it worked that same magic every time she used it.
So she cried out his name until she needed to move her hips, and that was how the first wave of impossible pleasure crashed into her. So wild and so intense, soeverything, that she couldn’t quite tell if she was arching her back because she wanted it to go on forever or if it was simply the most intense pleasure she had ever felt.
So she did it again.
And then again.
She kept doing it until Lionel laughed, gathering her against him and dropping his face to the side of her neck. Then he began to teach her all over again.
