GENESIS
Oh God.
Daisy was watching us.
I buried my face against his chest, my legs trembling slightly where they were wrapped around his waist, and I could feel him twitch inside me.
"Nothing, sweetheart. Just go back downstairs. Genesis isn't feeling well," he said, but didn't turn around.
"Not feeling well? But she was fine just a few minutes ago when I saw her," Daisy replied, and my face burned with embarrassment. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole.
She continued. "Lily, are you okay?" I heard her footsteps coming closer, but Kier shifted sideways, making his body jostle inside me. A moan slipped from my mouth, and I knew he realized it.
"She's not feeling well, Daisy. Just go back downstairs. I'll take care of her, and she'll be fine," he said, moving again. My mouth fell open, and then I heard the sound of a door creaking open.
Thankfully, we were close to the bedroom door, so Kier only had to lean sideways slightly to turn the doorknob.
"But why are you…" Daisy began, but as she drew nearer, Kier entered the room, slamming the door shut behind us. He turned, pressing me against the door, inadvertently pushing deeper inside me.
I gasped, but no sound came out—only a sharp breath as he pressed into me again. The cold wood of the door pressed against my back, while his heat swallowed everything else around us.
My heart raced so loudly I thought it would drown out my thoughts. But it didn't. They were just as loud—messy, scattered, panicked.
Daisy saw us.
Daisy heard me.
My chest heaved, my body frozen between embarrassment and... something else. Something I didn't have a word for.
His eyes searched mine, wild and dark, as if he didn't know whether to stop or keep going. I shook my head once—not because I wanted him to stop, but because I didn't know what this was anymore.
His hand slid up to cup the side of my face. I leaned into it without thinking.
Why does he make me feel like this?
I didn't have a voice to ask him. I didn't even have the courage to try and react. But I didn't need to. He could feel it—every hitch in my breath, the way I clung to him.
He pulled out slowly, and for a second, I thought maybe it was over. Maybe we'd stop, talk... something.
But then he drove back in, harder, and my body arched against him, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
I wanted to cry out.
I wanted to scream his name.
But all I could do was open my mouth as silence poured out.
He groaned low in his throat, his forehead pressing against mine. "You drive me insane," he whispered. "Do you know that?"
I blinked at him, a single tear slipping down my cheek. I didn't even know why I was crying. Was it from the overwhelming emotion? The embarrassment? Or from the feeling of being so full of someone who didn't even know what I needed?
He saw the tear and immediately wiped it away with his thumb, his movements slowing.
"Shit," he muttered. "Did I hurt you?"
I shook my head quickly.
No.
His chest rose and fell against mine. "You should tell me if I do something you don't like. Use your hands. Tap me. Anything."
I nodded, blinking fast.
He kissed the side of my head gently, and this time, when he moved inside me again, it was slower, deeper. A rhythm that made my toes curl and my body melt into his.
And even though I couldn't say it aloud, I thought it over and over again in my head.
Don't stop.
Please… don't stop.
An hour later
I sat on the bed, twisting my hand nervously. He was in the bathroom right now, while I remained on the bed, still in my nightwear. I could feel his seed inside me, and it felt like it was about to spill out.
What should I do now?
Should I let it out?
But if it doesn't stay in, how am I supposed to carry a child?
He hadn't told me to come join him.
So, taking a deep breath, I climbed down from the bed slowly, took off my gown, and spread it on the floor before sitting on it, careful not to let it touch the cold floor.
I looked down between my legs, and my face flushed even deeper. The area was red and swollen.
I touched it and gasped. It was sensitive to the touch. Then, I saw his seed slowly begin to drip out, and panic flooded me. I used two of my fingers to push it back in, and I moaned as my hand brushed the walls.
Oh God.
Why did it feel good?
I was so focused on what I was doing that I didn't hear the bathroom door click open.
"What are you doing, Genesis?"
His voice suddenly startled me, making me jerk upright, my hand pulling away from me.
I stared up at him, but he was looking between my legs.
I couldn't speak, but I didn't need to because he crouched down between my legs, not touching me yet.
"Are you doing what I think you are? Pushing it back inside?" he asked, and the way he said it made me feel both embarrassed and dirty.
I bit down hard on my lips.
His hand reached out, lifting my chin before pulling my bottom lip from under my mouth.
"Don't bite those lips if you don't want me to fuck you right here," he said, and I nodded.
"Fuck," he muttered, running his hand through his hair.
"Why does this feel like I'm committing a crime?"
He looked down between my legs and grimaced. "Does it hurt?"
I shook my head immediately.
Then, his hand moved there, rubbing gently. "And what if I touch it, does it hurt, baby?"
I shook my head again, my mouth falling open as his rough middle and index fingers brushed against me.
"Fuck."
Then, he was lifting me up, and my heart skipped a beat.
What was going to happen next?
Were we going to do it again? And why did the thought of doing it again make me anticipate it so much?