Chapter 15: Desire

Genevieve:

As Raphael grabbed Genevieve and smashed their mouths together in a desperate, hungry kiss that was nothing but carnal desire; Genevieve’s mind became a blur. All she could think about was that moment. She forgot that Gunner and Vin were downstairs, or that Raphael had rejected her hours before. In this momentary lapse of judgement, all she wanted was the release that he promised her.

Raphael wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled Genevieve toward him, slamming their bodies together. His other hand slipped into her dark hair and tangled his fingers up with the strands, pressing her closer. Genevieve tried to clear her mind, to be strong, but as soon as Raphael slipped his tongue into her mouth, she became slick and needy. She moaned and leaned into the kiss, grinding her hips against Raphael’s leg.

“Fuck baby girl, you taste so sweet,” Raphael growled through their kisses.

Genevieve’s limbs went limp and she fell to the bed, Raphael in tow. They bounced once, twice, and then he was removing her shirt. He paused to look down at her breasts that spilled out around the cups of her bralette. Fear sliced through Genevieve’s arousal and she worried that the site of her stomach might cause him to lose all interest.

He stared so long that Genevieve began to squirm, dread weighing down every bone in her body to a painful degree. She should have known. She should have been better prepar—

“I might just cum from looking at you,” Raphael moaned abruptly, taking his eyes off her body long enough to pin her still with a dark, desperate look of need. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“S—” Genevieve wasn’t sure what she wanted to say. If she was going to tell Raphael to stop lying, or to keep kissing her. She wanted to feel good, but she didn’t want to regret it later. Or be a pity fuck. She wouldn’t be able to live with it. For someone who wrote about plus sized women finding their happily-ever-after with gorgeous men, she was insecure and skeptical about what happened in reality.

Raphael cocked his brow and pressed up on his forearms. “Don’t even bring that up.”

She frowned; had he read her mind?

“Does this seem like a pity fuck to you?”

Raphael pressed down, his erection hard and warm against her core, even through their clothes. The pressure drew out a moan from Genevieve and she dug her hands into the sheets of the bed as the pleasure wracked her core. As Raphael rocked, the friction hitting Genevieve over and over, an ebb and flow, she bit her lip and pressed her head back into the bed, her eyes closing from the intensity of having a man she desired desparately actually between her legs.

“I—” her voice hitched as Raphael pressed harder against her, taking the tension up a notch. “I don’t have experience with—ah… with—”

Raphael’s entire body froze above her, his eyes shadowed to the point that Genevieve could abrely look into them. “Are you a…”

Without the heat of him against her, Genevieve’s mind cleared partially, allowing her to process what he was trying to insinuate.

“What?” She swallowed and bit down the bile rising within her. “No, I mean of course not.”

The relief that washed over Raphael was palpatable especially as he leaned against Genevieve, his arms weakening.

“I’ve only had one man like me before, though.” She was surprised that she was able to say it so clearly. Unlike before. “I mean other than the stalker of course.”

Raphael lifted his head to meet her gaze, his penetrative stare unwavering.

“I’m not wanted as much as a slim figured and toned woman.” She shrugged.

“We’ll see about that.” Raphael’s face contorted into a snarl as he slid down the bed, his eyes never leaving Genevieve’s.

“What are you—”

Genevieve gasped as her skirt was hiked up; her most sensitive area was only hidden by a thin piece of cloth. Raphael leaned down and kissed the skin right above her knee, his breath huffing out in almost a primal growl. It vibrated through his mouth and up Genevieve’s leg, straight to her core. She bit her lip to hide the whimper but tried to push herself up on her arms as Raphael moved up a few inches.

“You don’t have to do that.” Her mumbled words dissipated in the air, and her throat closed up as he pegged her with a hard stare. “I just mean, uh, no one’s ever gone… I know it’s not appealing… I get it.”

Heat flushed her face, and she had to look away quickly.

“Is that true?” When she looked back toward him, Raphael asked, “Has no one really gone down on you, baby girl?”

Genevieve’s heart fluttered and her face softened at the use of her pet name.

“Yes…” she said, breathlessly.

“Well then,” he kissed her thigh once more before continuing, “we’ll have to change that, won’t we?”