Self-Seeker

Twelve Hours Prior

Genesis stood facing Damon as he wiped the dried blood from her face with a damp towelette. She surveyed every move he made as he set it on his dressing table and began to discard his clothes. He had thrown his blazer over the chair in the corner of his room when they had entered, and was now working on unbuttoning his shirt. Genesis raked her eyes ravenously over his toned body once he had finally reached the last button, but he was moving too slow for her liking.

Within seconds she had him ensnared between her body and the table, her tender lips tracing kisses down his abdomen all the while she was loosening his trousers. With a swift push they dropped to his ankles, Damon stepped out of them so he was left only in a pair of Calvin Klein's. When her hand reached his bulge, he couldn't prevent the moan that escaped from his lips. Genesis relished in the sound, knowing she was the cause of it.

"About what you said at the fashion show. When it comes to my affection, there is no competition. I'm yours - every single part of me." Genesis spoke softly, running her hands over his broad shoulders and down his arms.

"That is all I've ever wanted to hear." Damon hummed.

Before she could go any further, Damon spun them around. He took purposeful steps backwards and sat at the edge of the bed, pulling Genesis between his legs. His hands were rested firmly on her bum. Genesis peeled them off of her cheeks and placed them onto the zipper of her clothing.

"Undress me." She instructed. Damon's clear blues darkened at her tone. He wasted no time in running the zip down the length of Genesis' body. The only sound in the room was the metal being released from its confines.

The bodysuit opened and Damon was met with the sight of Genesis' bare breasts (she had found bras too restricting and the suit had more than enough support on its own). Damon rose to his feet, helping Genesis to step out of the suit so the only clothing between their bodies was the thin layer of underwear covering each of their genitals.

One of his hands snaked through Genesis' hair to bring her into a predacious kiss, whilst the other cupped her breast and began to knead therapeutically. Genesis' hands ran over his abdomen as she bit softly on his lips, before abruptly shoving him onto the bed.

"Patience, Mr Soldati." She whispered, crawling up and climbing over his legs to straddle his waist. Damon had propped himself up on his elbows to watch her. He reached into his nightstand to pull out a condom, but Genesis stopped him. "No protection." She ordered as she pushed the drawer shut.

Damon's eyebrows furrowed. "Are you sure?" He questioned, knowing what the possibilities could be if he didn't use it. At thirty years old, he was ready for that kind of commitment, but he wasn't sure Genesis would be.

"I want you. All of you. Every crevice, every inch." She answered, feeling Damon's response beneath her grow increasingly frustrated. But his frown contradicted the message his body was relaying. She began to doubt whether this is what he wanted. Perhaps he preferred his sexual partners to be size two, Caucasian and have fiery red hair, Genesis thought. "What's the issue? You don't like what you see?"

Damon sat up straight at her question, his right hand wrapping around her waist to hold her close to him. Their bodies flushed together and her hard nipples grazed against him. He had to resist the urge to rip her panties off and take her in that moment.

"Believe me, there isn't a single problem with what I see, Genesis."

"What is the big deal then, Damon? It's just sex."

"You only say that because that's all you've ever known." He replied. Genesis was beginning to grow impatient herself, despite having just told him to do the opposite.