Okay, guys, this is my first published lemon,so I'd REALLY appreciate some feedback. I'm super nervous and I want to know what you guys think.
So, here goes!
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Gilbert pads down the hall and into the kitchen, having seen the light of the room from the top of the stairs. He steps in, the smell of warm sugar and cinnamon hitting him, and lays eyes on Gen, who is humming quietly to herself as she mixes a bowl of what looks like icing. Gilbert smirks, leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed over his bare chest, watching her stove-light illuminated form as she moves around the kitchen. She uses a thumb to wipe a lock of hair from her face, inadvertently smearing a swath of frosting across her cheek.
Stepping softly towards her, he sidles up behind her as she reads the cookbook before her on the counter, and wraps his arms around her waist from behind. She stiffens, turning her head to the side, cheek met with the soft pressing of Gilbert's lips. Gen smiles, covering his arms with hers over her stomach, and bristles with a shiver when she feels his tongue pressing against her cheek, clearing the skin delicately of frosting.
"Mmm," he hums, pressing himself closer to her backside and trailing his lips down past her jaw to the hollow behind her ear. "How do you always taste so good?"
"It's a gift," she says, reaching up to place her palm across the base of his skull. She rolls her head to the side, giving him better access to the whole of her neck, which he greedily takes to with his lips.
Gen can feel him behind her, pressing to her through his thin satin pajama pants and she flushes, heat rising into her cheeks. Gilbert continues on her neck, gradually beginning to increase the pressure of his kisses. He nips lightly at the outside of her collarbone, eliciting a soft moan from her, and his fingers begin to undo the tie on her robe.
Helping him when his clumsy fingers can't untie the knot, she opens her robe while he pulls it from her shoulders and tosses it aside, leaving her in a camisole and sweatpants. She turns around carefully, placing an open palm on his chest, inching it down painfully slowly. Blue eyes stare into crimson, the latter heavy-lidded and clouded over with desire.
Smiling idly, Gen stops her descent at his navel, resting her hand there, feeling his breaths shudder under her fingers. Gilbert takes her head in his hands, attacking her lips with his, pushing her against the counter behind her. She bucks her hips into his ready body, and he moans, breaking away from her lips to let the sound escape.
He retaliates by grabbing her, his thumbs over her hip bones, and grinding his hips into her. She gasps, hands flying to his shoulders to steady herself, but soon recovers and tiptoes tall enough to take his earlobe between her teeth.
Gilbert growls, wrapping his arm around Gen and guiding her to the floor, taking care to make sure her head doesn't hit the ground. She huffs, but quickly becomes distracted as he begins to slide off her sweatpants, kissing down her inner thigh as he goes. His breathing is heavy and warm, and he stops just above her knee, fully removing her sweatpants before moving back to kiss her stomach, making her squirm under his touch.
Sliding his fingers over her panties, he gets a delicious gasp out of her, and she arches her back slightly while grabbing onto the table leg nearby.
"S'il te plait fais attention." Gen gasps, and Gilbert stops, looking up at her.
"Ja, I'll be gentle, schatz."
She nods, resting her free hand on her chest. After sliding off his pajama pants, he pulls off her panties and runs his hands up her sides from her hips to her shoulders, moving to kneel with one leg on either side of hers. Taking her lips for a moment, he looks down at her with concern, but she nods slowly, trying to wordlessly encourage him.
He pushes in slowly, watching her expression very closely, and though she bites her lip and closes her eyes, she never once makes an indication that she's in pain. Fully enclosed, he stops, panting at the feeling, but looks down to her once more.
"Bitte, Gil." Gen whispers, not opening her eyes. Obliging, Gilbert carefully starts to move his hips, and Gen moves her free hand from her chest to over his shoulder. He continues slowly, diligently controlling his motions. She whispers something so softly that he doesn't catch it the first time, and he leans in, confused.
"Schwerer." She repeats, chest heaving.
"Ja?" He asks, somewhat surprised at both her request and her flawless German.
"Ja," she says breathlessly, nodding.
Gilbert beings to move faster, harder, as she'd requested, to which she responds by rolling her hips with him and pressing her fingertips into the soft flesh of his shoulder blade. Her nails dig into the soft wood of the table leg, her fist closing around it.
Continuing on, he seals her lips with his, gradually increasing the force of his thrusts. Gen starts to shake, almost unnoticeably at first, but it becomes stronger as the knot in her gut beings to build pressure.
"Mein Gott, Gen." Gilbert whispers, pressing his forehead to hers. He's so close already, but grits his teeth and prays she is, too.
"Je...je ne peux pas..." She gasps.
"Go ahead, libeling." He says, trying to hold on.
Gen swallows hard, arching her back and drawing her leg in reflexively as her climax washes over her. Feeling her go sets Gilbert off, and he buries his head in the crook of her neck, effectively containing his cry.
Breathing heavily, Gen unwraps her fingers from their clutch on the table leg, feeling returning to her hand, and places it on Gilbert's cheek. He turns his head to look at her, eyes coming back into focus, and smiles, pressing his lips to her forehead.
"Gil," she says, a hint of dread seeping into her voice.
"What? What's wrong?" He asks, looking her over for injury or distress.
"I think the cinnamon rolls are burning."
There it is, folks! Please review and tell me if it was absolutely awful or not!
S'il te plait fais attention - Please be careful
Bitte - Please
Schwerer - Harder
Je...je ne peux pas... - I...I can't...
Liebling - Darling