Page 20 of One Night with the CEO

She cuddled up close to Genevieve and closed her eyes.

When she next opened them, it was to the soft buzzing of her alarm.

Huh. She’d done it again—not a single nightmare. This was probably more than a coincidence. It had to be Genevieve.

Mia quickly shut off the alarm and carefully extracted herself from Genevieve’s arms. She pulled back the covers, watching Genevieve the whole time for signs of wakefulness. Fortunately, Genevieve seemed to be deeply asleep, not even stirring as Mia pushed her night shirt up her legs.

Genevieve’s legs were too close together for Mia to fit her head between them, so she started by licking a finger to moisten it and pushing it between her thighs, sliding it up until she could feel Genevieve’s clit. Mia rubbed lightly, not wanting to wake Genevieve just yet.

As Mia kept rubbing, Genevieve let out a long moan and rolled over, her legs spreading automatically. Mia glanced up at her face, but Genevieve’s eyes were still closed, her breathing still deep and even. She was certainly still asleep, but not for long.

With space for her head to fit easily now, Mia started licking Genevieve’s clit. The taste and feeling of Genevieve under her tongue set Mia alight, and she longed to do more, but she hadn’t gotten consent for anything more, and she certainly wasn’t going to get that consent while Genevieve was asleep, so she simply continued licking Genevieve with increasing enthusiasm. She was getting wetter and wetter and Mia thought she would never tire of the taste of her.

Genevieve’s breathing hitched and her eyes fluttered open. “Oh. Ooh, yes, Mia. Fuck, that’s… oh my god, yes.”

She bent her knees and placed her feet on the mattress, giving Mia better access, thrusting her hips forward to meet Mia’s tongue. Mia could see that Genevieve’s eyes were still bleary with sleep. Waking up like this had taken her off guard, but she certainly didn’t seem unhappy about it.

Genevieve’s head lolled back against the pillow as she panted, rolling her hips toward Mia. Mia’s body was urgently clamoring for attention, but she ignored it for now, focusing on Genevieve, whose thighs were trembling as she approached her climax.

Mia experimented with different touches of her tongue, hitting gold when she started flicking Genevieve’s clit with the tip of her tongue, quick and firm.

“I’m gonna come… Mia, if you keep doing that, I’m going to… going to—oh yes, fuck, Mia! YES!”

Genevieve’s hips came completely off the mattress as she grabbed Mia’s head, pressing her down more firmly onto her clit.

Mia flicked her tongue back and forth for all she was worth as Genevieve came hard, crying out and writhing beneath her. Mia stopped licking only once she was sure she had wrung every last ounce of pleasure out of Genevieve’s orgasm.

She had barely finished pulling away before her hand was in her own panties, rubbing urgently on her clit.

“Let me do that.”

“Yeah,” Mia gasped, but made no move to remove her hand. It felt so good, she couldn’t stop. Getting Genevieve off like that had been wildly erotic and had her right on the edge of coming.

Genevieve chuckled and flipped Mia over. Mia moaned, still not taking her hand off her swollen clit.

The next thing she knew, Genevieve was grabbing her wrist and moving it away. Before Mia could think to protest, Genevieve replaced Mia’s hand with her own, and then she had nothing to protest about. Genevieve’s hand was so much better than Mia’s, and she found herself hurtling toward her release faster than ever.

Mia was hit by her orgasm so fast she didn’t even have time to brace for it. It just came at her like a whirlwind, sweeping her away on a tide of pleasure. Genevieve’s fingers seemed to reach right through her body, touching every sensitive nerve ending and setting them alight.

It ended slowly, fading into short bursts as Genevieve kept rubbing on her clit, drawing the orgasm out until the touch was almost agonizing.

Mia rolled away, pulling Genevieve with her so that they tumbled to the other side of the bed in each other’s arms.

Mia leaned forward and kissed Genevieve. “Good morning.”

Genevieve laughed. “That was the best good morning I’ve ever had.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Does that mean I’m free to repeat it?”

“Only if I can do the same for you.”

Mia didn’t have to consider this for long. “Let’s do it. If nothing else, it’ll chase away any bad dreams that are lingering in the morning.”

“Did you have one last night?”

“Nope. Free and clear. It must be you and your witchly powers.”

“I told you I could work magic.”

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