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Any semblance of control quickly evaporated as Genevieve began to move. She started with slow, deep thrusts, but Eden's responsive moans and the intoxicating sight of her bent over before her soon had Genevieve fucking her with reckless abandon.
The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure – skin against skin, breathy panting and Eden’s blissful keening, free from the fear of being overheard this time. Genevieve let her hands roam over Eden's body, exploring every dip and curve. She leaned forward, reaching around to cup Eden's breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between skilled fingers.
Eden's back arched impossibly further, pressing her ass more firmly against Genevieve's hips. "Oh god, Genevieve," she moaned. "Please, I'm so close."
Genevieve's hand slid down Eden's sweat-slicked body, finding its way between her legs again. Her fingers quickly found Eden's clit, circling the sensitive bud in time with her thrusts. It didn't take long before Eden was crying out, her body shuddering as she came undone beneath Genevieve's touch. Her hips bucked wildly, chasing every last wave of pleasure as she rode out her orgasm.
Finally, Genevieve slowly withdrew, leaving a trail of kisses down Eden’s spine before settling back on the other side of the sofa. But Eden, it seemed, wasn't content with the distance. The actress immediately turned, crawling across the sofa toward Genevieve on trembling legs. Her skin glistened with sweat, her hair a wild tangle framing her flushed face. She looked utterly debauched and impossibly beautiful.
Before Genevieve could conjure another instruction, Eden was climbing into her lap once more, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Genevieve found herself melting into it, her hands coming up to thread into Eden's hair as she welcomed the demanding thrust of her tongue.
As she wound her arms back round Eden’s heated body, Genevieve felt herself being pulled under once again. The emotions swirling in her chest were overwhelming – desire, yes, but also a tenderness that terrified her. This stunning woman in her arms, in her home, was hypnotising her so naturally itquickly began to feel like more than just a physical outlet. The realisation sent a jolt of panic through Genevieve's lust-addled brain.
Breaking the kiss, Genevieve pulled back slightly, her eyes roaming over Eden's face as she struggled to find the words.
"I want you to perform for me," she finally managed, conjuring a plan to bring them both back to safe territory.
Eden's brow furrowed in confusion. "Perform?" she echoed, clearly unsure of what Genevieve meant.
Genevieve nodded, gently guiding Eden off her lap. "Lie back," she instructed, gesturing to the other end of the couch. "And spread your legs for me."
10
EDEN
Eden's breath caught in her throat as Genevieve's nimble fingers worked at the straps of the harness, her eyes fixed on the glistening shaft of the dildo. The air felt thick with the heady scent of their shared pleasure and Eden’s every nerve was electric with anticipation.
Genevieve's voice was husky as she detached the toy, her eyes lidded with desire. "I want to watch you," she purred, holding out the dildo to Eden. "Show me how you like to fuck yourself.”
A flutter of nervousness tickled Eden's stomach as she accepted the offering. She'd never been one for performative sexuality, preferring to lose herself in the moment rather than put on a show. But something about Genevieve's hungry gaze made her want to please, to impress.
Settling back against the arm of the couch, Eden spread her legs again, hyper-aware of Genevieve's eyes roving over her exposed flesh. She traced the tip of the dildo along her inner thigh, teasing herself as much as her rapt audience. When she finally pressed it against her entrance, she was surprised by how desperately her pussy still ached for more. Even having alreadyclimaxed, she felt this insatiable hunger whenever she was in Genevieve’s presence.
The director hummed with approval as Eden worked the toy inside herself, her hips rising to meet each thrust. "That's it, baby," she encouraged, her hand snaking between her own thighs. "Show me just how greedy you are."
Emboldened by Genevieve's words, Eden picked up her pace, fucking herself with abandon. She watched with her own voyeuristic fascination as Genevieve pleasured herself, fingers working furiously at her clit. The sight was intoxicating, spurring Eden on until she was gasping and writhing.
Just as Eden felt herself nearing the edge, Genevieve clamped her thighs together, a strangled cry escaping her lips as she threw her head back into the cushions. The wanton sound of her powerfully seductive director climaxing just from watching her had Eden’s blood heating with pure, shameless lust, and she redoubled her efforts, chasing her own release for a second time.
But before she could reach it, Genevieve was there, yanking the dildo from Eden's grasp. Eden barely had time to whimper at the loss before Genevieve's mouth descended on her, hot and insistent.
"Ohfuck," Eden moaned, her hips bucking against Genevieve's face. She threaded her fingers through silky silvery-blonde hair, holding on for dear life as Genevieve's tongue worked magic on her swollen clit and then plunged inside of her.
It didn't take long. Eden's orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing as pulses of pleasure radiated right to her fingertips. Genevieve didn't let up, lapping at her hungrily until Eden tugged her away, over-sensitized and trembling.
As the aftershocks subsided, Genevieve sat back, silently gathering Eden into her arms. Eden allowed herself to be held,basking in the afterglow as Genevieve traced lazy patterns on her skin with her fingers.
But as the minutes ticked by, an unsettling feeling began to creep in. This was too intimate, too tender. Eden wasn't used to being cradled like something precious, and the unfamiliar emotions it stirred within her were terrifying. She couldn’t allow herself to grow too attached.
It would be only too easy for her to start to depend on this dominant goddess who was helping her explore the full expanse of her sexuality without shame or judgement.
Panic rising in her chest, Eden scrambled for an excuse to leave. "Shit, I just remembered I promised to meet a friend for breakfast tomorrow . . . before rehearsals," she lied, extricating herself from Genevieve's embrace. "I should really get going."
Confusion and maybe even a trace of hurt flashed across Genevieve's face. "But we haven't even had dinner yet," she protested, reaching for Eden's hand.
The offer to spend more time here was tempting, more tempting than Eden wanted to admit. But the fragile walls she'd tried to build around her heart were already starting to crack, and she couldn't risk them crumbling entirely.
"I'm sorry, I really can't," Eden insisted, pulling on her clothes with trembling hands. "Maybe another time?"
