Goddamn, she’s gorgeous, with her pale pink skin, sparkling with a candy-scented something. Her entire body is bathed in sparkles, shimmering in the orange firelight. Her skin is cool and inviting and smelling like candy, for god’s sake, screaming to be tasted. Knowing how tentative she’s been, how afraid, to see her finally giving herself over to this other, unexplored side of herself, makes my cock throb in a way it never has.

I lean in and taste her skin, nibbling her abdomen. It’s incredible. Genevieve has the sweetest skin I’ve ever tasted, and now she’s laid out in front of me, trembling, wanting me. Add to that the way her smooth, perfumed skin trembles as my tongue flicks over her skin, and the soft, delighted little coo that escapes her mouth, I know I’m not going to be satisfied until I’ve made her come again and again. She throws her head back as I trail my tongue down her perfectly sculpted abdomen, to her hip bone.

“Oh,” she says softly, a blush on her cheeks. Every instinct that had been planted in her since birth wants her to cover up, to be quiet, to be the good, obedient, straight-A student who does exactly what her parents want. But I’m having none of that.

I nibble my way over the rise of her hip bone, lapping down, toward her core, as she starts to move her ass closer to me, trying to urge me to where she wants me to be. I press my hands against her thighs, feeling the muscles straining underneath.

Dipping my head down low, I push apart the sensitive skin of her thighs once more, my tongue finding the sensitive nub of her clit.

Her mouth slides open, and an “ah,” escapes.

No question, I’ve found the mark.

Goddamn, she’s even sweeter here. Warm musk, mingling with the unique Genevieve scent of baby powder and candy. It sends a jolt of excitement through me, knowing she’s here, all laid out for my taking. Already wet and twitching, I know I won’t have to do much to send her over the edge.

But where’s the fun in that?

I want to take my time. Need to, because this feels like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, one I won’t get back, considering how much I had to fight for the first one. If I have one chance with her, I’m not going to fuck it up.

I pull away, sitting back on my haunches, beholding the most beautiful sight of her pussy; the natural, fine blonde hairs curling around her labia. Not shaven or waxed, like most of the women I’d been with since leaving the Bend, but real, and unspeakably gorgeous, easily the best-looking thing I’ve ever seen. Her tits are high and yet have a perfect sway to them, with large, pale pink nipples, which now, are harder than I’ve ever seen them. She’s here, laid out in front of me, wanting my attention. Begging for it. Predictably, she strains to lift her cunt off the cushion, toward me, pleading for more. Her face is contorted in desperation. “Please . . .”

My cock strains against my pants. This sweet, sweet sight is almost too much for me to control. “What do you want me to do, Genevieve?”

She whimpers a little. “I don’t . . .” she breathes.

“Yes, you do, baby.”

There are ridges of worry on her forehead now. She whispers, very softly, “Put your tongue on me.”

I lean forward, and lap at her clit. “Like this?”

She nods feverishly. “Please, Silas.”

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I need to taste her again, with a desire I’ve never felt before. I come up close again, so she can feel my breath on her core. She wiggles her ass toward me in anticipation. Calmly, with much more control than I’m feeling inside, I say to her, “You’re perfect. This is perfect.”

She lets out a low, frustrated breath. Despite all her protests before, she wants this, now, more than anything.

This time I go in with no hesitation, full gusto, diving in and lapping at her like a man possessed. She lets out a moan, loud and confident, and her head falls back as if on an oiled hinge. “Oh, my god.”

I don’t have to ask if she likes it. I can tell from her short little breaths, from the way she’s tossing her head from side to side in abandon. I could probably stay here forever, just watching the ways in which her perfect body reacts, her chest heaving, her abdomen twitching. Listening to her deep moans of pleasure, building to an ear-shattering crescendo.

“Keep going,” she commands me, lifting her head away from the backrest as she grinds her pussy against my face. She’s no longer that sweet, innocent girl who’d wanted to be covered up; her inhibitions were gone completely now. “I’m close.”

When she comes, she screams and jerks forward, entangling her fingers through the hair at the back of my head. She lies back then, coming down, trembling visibly, sweat glistening between her perfect tits, looking perfectly spent.

My cock’s still pulsing out a drumbeat, wanting attention, but every other part of my body feels perfectly spent, too, like her climax was been mine. “Every part of me feels like jelly,” she says.

I smile at her as I wipe her juices off my mouth and crawl on the couch next to her. I hold her as she trembles, this woman that I’m crazy in love with, who I’m never going to let go again, no matter what the world throws at us. “Good?”

She sits up and punches me in the chest. “Why did you make me wait that long?”

The punch. It’s the sweetest pain I’ve ever felt. And if I get to feel it again and again, for the rest of my life, I’ll consider myself the luckiest man on earth. “I’m sorry I lied, baby,” I say to her. “But we are not a lie, and never have been. I want you with me.”

“It’s okay. After all, I think I lied when I said I had no vices,” she says quietly. “Silas, you are my vice. I can’t get enough of you. I don’t think I ever will be able to.”

There she is, all walls down. The sweet, beautiful, honest Genevieve, freely admitting that she wants me just as much as I want her. Seizing the moment, I say, “So, I’m going to ask you this one more time. Because they say the third time is a charm.”

She grins at me, which emboldens me more, because I know the answer even before I ask.

“Be with me, Genevieve. Move in with me. Now and forever. We’ll make this work.”

She looks around. “Pittsburgh?”

“No. Cities move too fast for me, and this place is for rich assholes who want to flaunt their money,” I say. “The Bend. I happen to know a shitty little place there that we can fix up. It’s over an auto shop, but it’s only an hour away from the city.”

Her face breaks out in a great big grin. She kisses me lightly on the lips. “I think you just might be right.” Then she snuggled up against me. “For once.”