Jasper's fingers brushed along her upper arm in a long, swift motion as Genevieve had settled into his chest and a blanket had settled over the two, his back against the cushioning of his couch, television buzzing low before the pair.
Genevieve only paid little attention to what was going on. Instead, her focus was held onto tightly by his hand that moved along her skin, swift and melodic in a sense that the goosebumps raised by each stroke seemed to follow only a distant beat. Her heart stammered in her chest as she bit down on her lower lip, maintaining her gaze far away from
The drive back to her house was silent and the gentle purr of his car soothed her throbbing worries—suddenly, she was thankful for the close distance between the two in the car and also, his hand on her thigh.He thoughtfully parked around the corner and turned to her only after a long moment of silence, pulling the car into park and switching off his headlights in the twilight sunset of the evening. Her smaller, more skeletal hands were clasped in her lap and her milky hair had fallen over her face—vibrant melts of colours reflected against her complexion from the scene
She managed to sneak up to her room after the light banter had slipped away into silence, and she knew her mother was about to pounce on her prey at any passing moment. She waited for a moment she knew her disappearance would not be questionable, with a simple, polite action of excusing herself to complete some homework and get an early night. She pressed her hand against the door and slowly let it shut as quietly as she could, due to the fact her nervous jitters would most probably cause her to slam the door shut behind her with unneeded and unintended force.
He smiled at her response, his white teeth shining in the overhead lighting and the diminished pearly sheen the moon flooded through his opened curtains, a glow thrown over her fair skin, her lips that pleaded for his—in which he gave in and returned his lips to hers, his chest tightening at the feeling of her breath tugging along his lips, igniting a row of burning fire - burning desire.He relished the scent of her that engulfed them as their skin met, the sweet aura of dewy roses, or the air after a summer rain, something so tranquil y
The man's world spun with every hint of how responsive the young girl was; when he was admirably rough with his hands or his teeth and, in turn, her knees sought each other. Whenanyinch of her skin brushed his own arousal and, in turn, she withdrew a sharp breath. When her wild eyes found his in the midst of a concupiscent kiss and, in turn, her breathing labored ever so slightly, but enough for the man to notice.Everything seemed to be done in great synchronization, his lips against hers, e
Jasper's eyebrows rose as he groaned, his eyes slowly opening to meet those of Genevieve who looked back up at him with a small smile. "Daddy?" She whispered softly, watching as his hand slipped from its place on top of her head and extended flat against the mattress, as his other hand fell away from her hip before he swiped the back of his hand along his eyes. The stillness of the night still echoed through the crack of his bedroom window, along with moonlight that crept in through the thin glass—it was not hard to note that the township was still asleep, and as should the pair be.
"I want you to dominate me, tell me I'm yours,show me I'm yours," her eyes searched his as she stared up at him, short hair falling over her face and only further contributing to the flustered aspect of her angelic innocence. It was a curious topic, one that seemed to throw an odd yellow haze around the girl when his eyes fell out of focus.He wondered if he'd ever make it to heaven in that moment, an odd though even she felt. There was justthatk
Tiredly, and with a small smile of recognition, Genevieve noted muffled shuffling from over the phone line, fragmented and static ridden from the connection that lacked quality. But Genevieve did not mind, she could still detect the raspy, husky tone his deep voice always had, the one that made her knees weak and her being beg for his. It was odd, she would note, how even just the undertones of his voice seemed more sexual than his entire naked form."How was school?"
The thought alone made her heart race, and she found an additional pressure to look her best placed against her already difficult decision...Jasper paused in his steps, his eyes caught on the cardigan thrown over the back of a dinning chair that stood beneath the light of his kitchen, and a smile found his lips at the fond memory of a familiar pair of lips against his. He sighed, his hand falling from where he had been rolling up the sleeve of his dress shirt before he continued walking, only in a new direction, approaching the garment. His ha
Jasper didn't feelanythingto the new promise—the promise the pair would be back in the courtroom soon, speaking of a man half the girl's flesh. He had thought he'd feel at least a twinge of angst to the idea... but suddenly, he felt it would be nothing close to even an effort if the girl was in it with him.
"Youbìtch," The man spat the words as she tore her arm from his grip, fingertips tightening threateningly. "Just wait and you'll see me there—in fact, you'll see me far sooner than you think. You're still mine,"
Ambiguous. It was something ambiguous.The act of holding someone's eyes, connecting Irises shattered and bottomless. The act of eye contact. The act of something so v
Genevieve sighed the words, her hands clutching his, nails delicately biting the skin of his knuckles. She raised her hips from the mattress to meet his. He lowered his lips to the skin of her neck as his lengths became steady, her legs holding the man against her.He groaned against her skin as he moved between her thighs, finally lifting his lips to her own once more. Her thin moans failed to slow - lips moving against his with an unusual chorus of gasps and pleasured whimpers.
There was something oddly subtle about the way sunlight of a youth fell against the ivory skin of a familiar girl. Her frame had become kin of the sheets, Jasper's hand kin of her skin. She writhed and gasped in the light of morning, lips parted by a wide girth of breath, eyebrows knitted and fingers clasping on the dishevelled, crumpled linen of the bedding beneath her.The man lay above her, watching gasping breaths tumble from between her collarbones and through her lips as he offered her sweet, small smiles.
The man smiled with her words, hands lifting affectionately to the frame of Genevieve's face, marked by her ears. Their eyes remained fixed on one another's comfortably, breaths warm together. "You're somehow hexing, kitten,"Her heart stammered in her chest as if it were to be fumbling, stuttering at a loss of words; a loss of breath and inner balance, tipped by a shy affection as his words played with the spoiling of her heart. "I like that one,"
"Have you done your last task?""Yes,""-And how did that go?"Genevieve inhaled deeply, one leg crossing over the other, eyes fixing to the familiar, older, worn-looking man
"Okay, so; you have to work and I have to meet up with a friend to catch up on school—what time of the day does that leave us to have a little playtime?" Genevieve's question was sweet as she rolled to her other side, eyes meeting the may who lay behind her moments before, now in front.He smiled softly as she settled before him, a soft and innocent brow quirked with the tone of the question, her hands tucking around the lip of the duvet against them. Her eyes held his without fear, her gaze strong yet vulnerable and giving in a sense the man could not place.
The man's hands moved to beneath the hair at the back of her head, fingers brushing a raised scar beneath in a way strangely prudent."If the phone or doorbell rings, we're ignoring it," His eyes held hers with a sense of content, a gentle smile staining the shadows of his own lips."Can you carry me?" the girl whispered the words after a long moment, laughing giddily as the man sl