#genecho

Sorry it’s been a hot sec since I did one of these. My writing has slowed to a crawl, unfortunately. But hopefully there will be more chapters posted on a few of my stories soon! Until then, enjoy an excerpt from a sex scene coming up in my CDAD fanfic!

“My hands go under her shirt and she moans into my mouth. Her tongue skims my bottom lip and she pushes me down to lay down on my bed. My stomach flips at the movement and my breath quickens as she does. I feel her clutch my shirt a little harder. God I want her to just-

My thought is interrupted when she grabs my wrists, takes my hands off of her waist and pins them up above my head. I clench at her assertiveness and my legs tighten around her hips. Despite not typically being very vocal, I can’t stop a sigh that’s bordering on a moan from leaving my lips. Fuck this woman is going to kill me.

At the sound, Hayden drives her hips into me and her mouth moves to my neck and if my underwear weren’t wet before, they sure as hell are now. I grind against her, silently begging for just the slightest amount of relief.

She moans against my skin. The familiar sound hits me at my core and I fight against her grip slightly.

She suddenly pulls back at my movement and looks me in the eye. 

“Too much?” she asks, releasing my hands as she props herself up on her elbows.

“Not enough,” I murmur into her lips as I pull her back onto me.

She moans again, louder this time. I clutch her back as I move my hands down to the hem of her shirt. We’re alone. My stomach explodes with desire as I drag my fingers along her bare skin, lifting her shirt up as my hands travel back up to her torso. I can feel her shoulder blades poke out against her soft skin and my breath increases. 

Her body is so smooth and soft. Her touch, even though I can tell she’s trying to be more forceful, is gentle. I’m overcome with emotion and before I can stop myself, Hayden’s shirt is on the floor. Before she even has a chance to lay back down on top of me, my shirt has joined it.

When her stomach meets mine, all of my breath is forced out of my lungs. Fuck, this is hot. SHE’S hot. I roll us over so I can straddle her and look into her gray eyes as my hands find her bra clasp. 

Her face is red. SO red. I completely freeze.

“Are you okay?” I ask, sitting up to give her space. 

“I’m just…. Holy fuck. Um…. I… I can’t think right now,” she says, blinking several times and shaking her head.

“We can st-”

It's been a minute since I've done one of these, but I'll be posting the last chapter on my newest CDAD AU tomorrow, so I figured I'd put this on here today! Go check it out and keep your eyes peeled for the last chapter drop tomorrow! Until then, enjoy:

“Genevieve,” Echo gasps. “I… I love you. I’ve always loved you. And even when I’d lost all hope that you were still alive, I never stopped loving you.”

Hearing her say that word to me takes the breath out of my lungs. My jaw drops as a warmth I didn’t know I could feel blooms in my chest. I pitch forward to meet her lips again and pull myself against her. I need as much of her as she’ll give me, and she blessedly lets me in, pulling me against her with just as much vigor. 

“I love you, too,” I murmur. 

Her eyes roll back and she lets out a shaky breath. “By the gods, I didn’t know hearing those words could feel so good.”

Her mouth lands on mine again and she starts to push me backwards towards my bed. Her sighs fill my room. If everyone weren’t at the celebration, I’d worry about someone hearing us, but the celebration will last for hours yet. So, instead, I relish in the noises she makes. I clench involuntarily when she pushes me down and climbs on top of me. 

I slide my leg between hers and have to gasp when I feel her hips move against me. The movement brings wet cloth against my leg. She’s already so ready for me. I’m sure she can feel the same thing against her own thigh as our legs move against each other. 

“Shite, you’re wet,” I groan. 

She presses her face into my neck and clutches me tightly, as if I’m her lifeline. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Our lips find each other again and I gently pull her night shirt up. When my fingertips brush her skin, she moans onto my tongue while I have to exhale hard. Her skin is so soft. I pull her against me and she presses down, unable to get close enough to each other. 

Both of our under-shirts are on the floor within moments. Feeling her bare skin on mine causes my breathing to pick up. I can’t get enough of her. And those damned noises she’s making will be the death of me. My hands run up her back, up around her shoulders, down her arms, back to her sides, to the small of her back, down over her pants. Her hips pick up a rhythm against me. 

“Echo,” I murmur.

“Hm?” she asks against my neck. Her lips close around my pulse and my eyes flutter shut. 

“I want to taste you,” I say. It’s getting harder and harder to talk. All I can focus on is the way her hands run up my torso and hungrily press into me. “But if you don’t want that from me, we can just keep doing this.”