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"Your place is beautiful," Eden commented, glancing around with undisguised curiosity. "It's so . . . you."
Genevieve chuckled, some of her nervousness dissipating. "I'm not sure if that's a compliment or not."
Eden turned to her, her expression soft and open. "Definitely a compliment. It's elegant . . . sophisticated.” Her eyes darted again over the sparse furniture in the open-plan space, the abstract art on the walls. “ . . . but with these little touches of warmth. Like you."
The words sent a flutter through Genevieve's stomach. She cleared her throat, suddenly feeling out of her depth. "Would you like a glass of wine?" she asked, grasping for the familiar routine of playing hostess, though she hadn’t done it in years.
Eden nodded, following Genevieve as she led her through to the open living space and pointed her to the plush, cream couch. As the silently frazzled director busied herself with opening a bottle and pouring two glasses, she could feel her guest's gaze on her.
When she headed back, glasses in hand, Genevieve fought to keep them steady despite the slight tremble in her hands. Their fingers brushed as she handed over the wine, setting her nerves alight and making her pulse quicken even more.
"Thank you," Eden murmured.
Genevieve raised her glass, searching for words as she settled into the sofa. "To . . . new experiences," she finally said, scrambling to regain that dominant aura that she knew Eden was expecting.
Eden's smile widened as she clinked her glass against Genevieve's. "To new experiences," she echoed. They both took a deep pull of the dark, rich liquid, their gaze never leaving the other’s. It wouldn’t take a genius to read the tension in the room as the temperature seemed to soar.
Genevieve sipped her wine a second time, suddenly unsure how to escalate this moment from “here, have some wine,”to“I think we should take our clothes off now.”The air between them crackled with unspoken desire. Genevieve found herself at a loss for words, unable to bridge the gap between polite conversation and the raw need that coursed through her veins.
But before Genevieve could gather her thoughts, Eden took matters into her own hands. In one fluid motion, she leaned forward, closing the distance between them. Their lips met in a searing kiss that sent shockwaves through Genevieve's body. For a moment, she was frozen, overwhelmed by the unexpected boldness of Eden's move and the intoxicating softness of her lips.
“Sorry,” Eden stammered, clearly reacting to Genevieve’s sudden stillness. “I’ve just been wanting to do that since I walked in.”
“Don’t apologise,” the director admonished, bringing her hands up to cup the nervous actress’s flushed cheeks. “I’ve been wanting the same thing.”
Eden sighed with relief and then, as if a dam had broken, Genevieve surged forward, returning the kiss with equal fervour. All thoughts of dinner and propriety evaporated completely as she hurriedly set both their wine glasses on the coffee table, eager to resume their passionate embrace.
Their kiss grew more heated, tongues dancing together as their hands began to roam freely. Genevieve felt a newfound confidence bloom within her, spurred on by Eden's initiative. Her fingers, once unsteady with nerves, now moved with purpose as she began to unbutton Eden's dress.
Their clothes were hastily shed, falling to the floor in a trail of discarded fabric. Genevieve marvelled at the softness of Eden's pale skin, totally bare to her for the first time, and at the way it seemed to glow in the dim light of her living room. She pulled the younger woman up to straddle her lap, relishing the weight of her, the heat of her bare skin against her own.
Genevieve's mouth hungrily found Eden's pert breasts, lavishing attention on each rosy nipple. For all the time she’d spent picturing the stunning actress naked, she could never have done justice to the divine creature laid bare above her. She licked and sucked, drawing out breathy gasps and low moans from Eden that sent jolts of arousal straight to her core. Eden writhed in her lap, fingers tangling in Genevieve's hair as she arched into her touch.
Unable to resist the urge to explore further, Genevieve gently pushed Eden back onto the sofa cushions. She settled over her spread legs, drinking in the glorious sight of her flushed skin and parted lips. Genevieve leaned back in to draw one of those swollen lips between her teeth, while her hand found its way between Eden's thighs, fingers sliding through the slick heat there.
As she plunged two fingers inside, Genevieve pressed her forehead against Eden's, their breaths mingling in the scant space between them. She set a steady rhythm, relishing every gasp and moan that fell from Eden's lips. The actress's hips rolled in time with Genevieve's thrusts, seeking more, always more.
Genevieve found herself impulsively grinding down on Eden's thigh, seeking her own pleasure even as she focused all her attention on drawing those delicious reactions from her breathless protégé. She had no idea just how much experience Eden had had in the past, but the actress had certainly suggested it hadn’t been extensive or particularly satisfying. Genevieve was determined to right that wrong in every way she could with this gorgeous woman before their time inevitably ran out. Their bodies moved together in perfect synchronicity, as if they'd been lovers for years rather than mere days.
In the heat of the moment, Genevieve found herself captivated by Eden's eyes. Those piercing blue orbs, now dark with desire, seemed to see right through her carefully constructed walls. Eden was breathtakingly beautiful like this – flushed, panting, utterly abandoned to pleasure. The intimacy of it all suddenly felt overwhelming.
A sudden fear gripped Genevieve's chest, a visceral reminder of how dangerous these feelings could be when she’d sworn to them both they could never call whatever this was a relationship. She needed to regain control, to put some distance between them before she lost herself completely in Eden's gaze.
"Turn around," Genevieve commanded, her voice raw with desire and tinged with desperation. "I want you bent over."
Eden complied without hesitation, positioning herself on the sofa with her back to Genevieve. The sight of her perfect ass in the air, glistening with arousal, sent a fresh wave of lust coursing through Genevieve's body.
"Don't move," Genevieve ordered, her tone brooking no argument. She hurried to her bedroom, pulse pounding in her ears as she retrieved her strap-on and a bottle of lube from the drawer of her bedside table. She took a few seconds just to breathe, mentally slapping herself for almost getting in too deep. This was just sex. Eden had come here for her director’s guidinghands, her self-assured dominance. She certainly hadn’t come for Genevieve to start making gooey eyes at her.
When she returned to the living room, Genevieve was pleased to see that Eden hadn't moved an inch. The actress remained on all fours, her back arched beautifully as she waited for Genevieve's next instruction. The sight of such willing submission sent a bolt of pure desire straight to Genevieve's already aching pussy. She would never tire of Eden’s surrender, her absolute trust.
Genevieve took another moment to admire the view as she tightened the harness around her hips. Eden's skin gleamed with a fine sheen of sweat, her hair falling in tousled waves down her back. Unable to resist, Genevieve brought her hand down in a sharp spank against Eden's ass, relishing the gasp it elicited.
"You look stunning like this," Genevieve murmured as she spread some lube over the strap-on – though it was hardly necessary with how clearly ready Eden was to be thoroughly fucked – and lined herself up behind her. She ran the tip of the dildo through those slick folds, teasing her entrance. "So eager, so ready for me."
Slowly, Genevieve began to push inside, savouring every inch of the pink silicone disappearing as it sank easily into Eden's welcoming wetness. But Eden, it seemed, had other ideas. With a needy whimper, she pressed back, taking the entire length in one smooth motion.
Genevieve's breath caught in her throat at the sight, her hands tightening on Eden's hips. "Greedy girl," she chuckled, the words coming out more breathless than she'd intended.
