Genevieve wondered if a realm existed where she could get used to him kissing her, could get used to the idea that a man who looked as he did, who’s smile could melt the masses – who’s tone was so terribly 18th century romantic, that it made her bite her lip. She’d never experienced something like that before. Someone unafraid, someone willing, wanton with hunger for only one soul – she was fascinated by the idea that only she could spark that in him. So much, as eyes fluttered short, lips parted as she gasped deliciously for air in the chance that she could remember to breathe with his lips pressed to her skin. His mere touch left her heated, set up in a flame she couldn’t control. “Nick,” She whispered, gulping as she opened heated chocolate hues “I th-think I could too but I’m.. still very n-new to all of this.” Perhaps admitting she was so foreign to sex with another being, sex that was passionate, leaving her breathless and somehow exhausted and energized for more in the same breath. She wondered how he managed to do that Was it just he who could do that, had she been missing out on some big secret she didn’t realize existed? Genevieve chewed on her bottom lip in thought.
“You can go again already?” She whispered, though it felt like a shout in the now quiet bedroom. Eyes wide, mouth hanging slightly open as she stared at him in shock. How was that possible, her legs were still trembling at the feel of his mouth when they’d moved on, she thought that would be the end of her and now this? Genevieve marvelled in him, head lifted slightly to look down at him as he moved lower before back to her, lips catching his in a quick, breathless kiss. Genevieve exhaled an obvious sigh of relief when he pulled on the boxer briefs, though the sight didn’t do much to calm her racing heart. It didn’t do much when he spoke, feeling her heart leap to her throat, watching him express how he felt for her. Completely in awe, blown away by his admission as she blinked slowly. When he spoke of her feet, toes curled. When he spoke of her legs – she’d blushed a fierce pink, goosebumps laden the surface of her skin. Heart raced, skipping a beat at the mere sound of him. She loved that he — like her – was so beyond hypnotized by the other. She didn’t think it possible, but he was convincing her otherwise. And Genevieve liked being convinced otherwise. “Y-you’re a very go-good negotiator, Sir.” She whispered, blown away by his words as her tone turned to a whisper.
Teeth sunk into her bottom lip, urging him to come back to her, to greet that beautifully handsome man she’d laid with moments ago in heat. Dress shirt hanging open, threatening to expose her torso as blonde hair fanned the pillow beneath her head. She tilted it slowly, leaning into his embrace as she lifted her head enough to kiss one of the few scars on his shoulders. Fiddling with the button on the shirt, though dare not doing the damned thing up just in case, she blushed at the idea of breakfast. “Are you saying you know how to be a boyfriend, and make me pancakes? Don’t suggest such a thing, Nick, lads like you don’t exist, and if you succeed I’ll have someone come tomorrow and marry us just to say I snagged one of the few who is a successful lover and pancake flipper.” She chided him jokingly, words followed by a giggle that was musical in tone, sweet as can be as she pressed her lips to his, holing the tender moment. She liked kissing him. Like the full press of his lips to hers, the way she leaned into his chest, the way she was allowed to hold him, even when so many before might’ve not had the gentlest touch as she striven to have. She’d always be gentle with him, Genevieve concluded. He’d never hurt when he was with her. She’d be a good girlfriend, attempting to let go fears of the past, fighting his and bringing him to a happier place. They’d do it together.
A nod from the blonde as she smiled. She wondered how he’d managed – but fingers began to move and Genevieve knew well what would come next. A jerk of her torso, wide-spread smile and a giggle to echo around the room as she tried to pry his fingers from his ribs. “N-N—Nick, s-stop—” She stuttered between laughs. Laughing so hard, she snorted – wide-eyed and mortified as she finally pulled at his fingers, lifting them above her head and intertwining their hands together. Lip bitten, dark lashes fanned wide, unmoving eyes as she cracked the smallest grin doing her best to keep both their hands above her head. “You don’t play fair,” She pouted. “How am I to tickle you when I know you’ll manage to fight me off with one arm? Are you even ticklish..” She wondered a hand pulled from his as she drew a finger down his chest slowly, light in touch to entice a bevy of goosebumps from her lover.
“I know.” A soft whisper against her skin. It was obvious in the best way at how new to this she was. Teeth skimmed her jaw and his hands caught hers, content to hold them. It was a simple gesture, but a sweet one paired by his smile and infinite patience for her. Because of her. Never in all of his years had he encountered someone so sweet, so kind, and utterly genuine with it. “I will strive not to overwhelm you, promise.” But his thumb skimmed her bottom lip, releasing it from her teeth so a soft, tender kiss could be given. “I am incredibly infatuated with you, Genevieve.”
A low chuckle was given to answer her whispered shock, lips gentle to her cheek. “It make take a moment or two, but I could rise to the occasion.” Amused with his small play on words, no amusement showed in his voice when Nikolai praised his lover. With complete sincerity, he gave her his body and soul, subtly doing the same with his heart. But his lips lingered against her heart before taking her lips. “Why, thank you. That is good to hear, considering being so near to you often has my tongue in knots.” Content in holding her, in enjoying her embrace, Nikolai smiled down at her and kissed the bridge of her nose. “It is a state of mouth and mind I am quite content with, however.”
It was a rare occasion for the young duke to permit what she endeavored to do. Lips, though, they touched his shoulder, gracing the slightly raised, pale skin and his eyes closed in brief bliss. Something of a sigh fell through as well, fingers stroking her hair and traveling down her back. Up again and over his shirt. Oh, it was incredibly tempting to part the shirt and find her scars, to kiss them healed as she did just one of his. But his laugh sounded softly to answer her giggling and tease. “As a matter of fact, I am proficient in both. But do not let it get around. I am incredibly fond of my-” Her kiss cut him off and he was glad for it. Somehow, she managed to make him into a rambling fool without doing a single thing to prompt it. Now, his fingers did cup her chin during the kiss, tongue just lightly flicking her top lip. “I have no protests to you doing that again, just for future reference.”
His laughter joined her giggles, half-wrestling with her to continue tickling. She giggled, stuttered, and he was delighted when she snorted. Lifted brows in surprise as suddenly his hands were held hostage above her head. “Well.. how can I make that up to you, darling?” Comfortable with being her hostage, with looming over her, Nikolai let his gaze linger, grow hungry at the sight of her pout. “I’m not, but that..” he sighed, enthralled by her touch and pressing a sweetly soft kiss to her lips. “That is certainly eliciting an equally positive reaction.” Namely, the start of a purr in his throat, one muffled when he parted her lips with his, tongue meeting and stroking hers. His hand caught in hers squeezed gently while the other cupped, stroked the back of her thigh.
