Motivation of Memories: The Second Book of the Labors of Love Series

Temptation

Genevieve's POV

After a long while, we decide to head upstairs. I grab clothes from my room on the way not wanting to lay down in my mall clothes.
I quickly change in his closet and walk out. I stand in the mirror and attempt to pull back my hair. He chuckles stripping down to his underwear before throwing on some shorts. He smirks walking over to me. Wrapping his arms around me, he kisses my exposed shoulders. All I seem to have over here are shorts, tank tops, and spandex dance wear but, he doesn't seem to mind. He smiles against my skin as he presses his body into mine.

"Mmmm, I missed you, mama." His hands wander under my shirt and gently rub across my bare stomach. "You haven't stayed with me in so long." I moan softly as he kisses my neck. "Come lay down with me, baby." He pulls away slowly holding my hand and leading me over to the bed. He lays down expecting me to lay beside him but I have other plans. I straddle him and he sits up with a smirk, propping himself up against the headboard. I put my hands on his chest and kiss him while his hands find their way to my ass. He rubs each cheek squeezing them firmly every now and then. My eyes roll back as he begins to explore my exposed neck and chest with his lips, teeth, and tongue. A moan escapes my lips and he pulls me closer, still holding me by my ass. I gasp as I move across his body. Another moan escapes as I feel something jump between my legs. He inhales sharply feeling the same thing I did. I sigh softly resting my head on his. His lips immediately find mine and they intertwine sloppily.

"You liked that didn't you?" I nod. "You wanna do it again?" He asks looking up at me. He puts his hands on my back for a moment reassuring me the decision is mind. "We don't have to and even if we do we can stop whenever you want."

"I want to but I'm scared." He shushes me gently.

"Don't be scared, baby. I've got you." He kisses me softly and our bodies settle into each other. "Do you trust me, baby? I need to hear you say it." He kisses my neck softly and I feel myself calming down.

"I-I trust you." He lips crash onto mine and he holds me close. I'm directly over him and I can feel it. I moan into his mouth as he grinds into me. I close my eyes tight trying to get used to the overwhelming pleasure. He moans back and his hands return to my ass. He slides them under my shorts touching my bare skin and grips each cheek. His nails dig into me a little and it sends a wave of electricity through my spine. I jump a little earning another moan from him. My body begins to adjust and I start grinding with him. We both take long, slow strokes our kisses becoming sloppy as we moan together.

"Just like that, mama." He kisses my neck hungrily and I grip his shoulders. "You feel so good, Genevieve." He moans against my hot flesh. My eyes roll back as he says my name.

"Oh god..." I moan again as his grip on me tightens and his lips trail across my chest. I can't help but look at him as he kisses every inch of my exposed skin. His eyes are shut and I can tell he's lost in the moment. His breath catches in his throat and I can feel him twitching beneath me. He bites down on my shoulder and I let out a soft scream. We pant trying to catch our breath. Slowly his hands fall away. I kiss him softly and take a seat beside him. He stands up and walks into his bathroom closing the door behind him. I walk over to his closet turning on the light and kneeling in front of the mirror. I sit really close examining my skin. My neck and chest are already starting to bruise from just under my jaw down to a little below my collarbone. A large mark is forming on my shoulder where he bit me, his teeth marks still visible. Standing up I turn around and look at my butt. I lift both sides of my shorts and allow my hands to rub over where his hands were. Small indents on each cheek remind me where his hands held me and his nails dug into my skin. I can't help but sit back down and think about what just happened. That's the closest we've ever been. The moment just keeps replaying in my head and I sit there in shock. It's not real sex. I tell myself. I'm sure Prince would say so too especially considering he's had sex. But it felt so good. Whatever it was. I close my eyes and I can still feel him. His hands holding me in place feeling every stroke, his lips exploring my body, his constant moaning.