CHAPTER NINETEEN

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smut

Paul stayed close to Genevieve as they walked down the path and onto the main road. There was no danger here, he'd smell it if there were so he let himself relax a bit. Genevieve wasn't tied to the house, she was no prisoner, they just wanted to keep her safe and she let them. The leaves crunched under her boots.

Gen had asked to go to the beach so that is where they were headed. It wasn't far from Sam and Emily's home and Paul could hear the waves crashing onto the shore from where they walked. Of course, Gen couldn't since her hearing was human.

"C'mere." Paul wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

It wasn't as cold today and there weren't many clouds in the sky. It was bright and the smell of pine and rain was comforting to the both of them.

They turned on a small street and Gen perked up slightly as she glanced up at the man beside her. He pretended not to see her for a second. "Isn't this where you live?"

"Maybe," he said, grimacing.

"In the few months i've known you, I've never been to your house." Genevieve stated.

"Let's keep it that way."

Genevieve stopped in her tracks, confused. The girl looked at the small home a few houses down and back at Paul. Was she not allowed to see it? Paul sighed and rubbed his face.

"Why?" Gen wondered.

"It's a mess." Paul defended.

"Have you seen my brothers room? I think I can handle it." Genevieve smiled up at him. "You live by yourself."

"My dad moved out last year." Paul explained as they walked towards his house. "I just don't want anyone else see the mess he left behind."

With that Paul meant the broken doors and holes in the walls he was meant to fix whenever his father had anger outbursts. That's where he got his own temper from. He had told Gen about his family and she was nothing but supportive.

"You really want to see where I live?"

When Genevieve nodded excitedly Paul grinned down at her and took her hand in his as he lead her down the path. The paint was coming off the wooden door and the porch could use some fixing but other than that it looked cute from the outside. The inside was a different story, however. It wasn't as messy as Paul had made it out to be but there were holes in the wall and the door leading to the living room was missing.

"I'm sorry," he rubbed the back of his head.

"Stop," Gen shook her head as she looked around.

It had a good amount of space and could use a lick of paint and some fixing up but it was definitely a cute house. Genevieve could see the forest through the window as she glanced around. The kitchen was clean, indicating Paul never ate at home. To be honest he never was much home these days.

"It's not much." Paul shrugged.

"I like it." Gen smiled as she wrapped her arms around his waist and glanced up at him. "I can help you fix some things? Make it more of a home to you? You deserve that. Now, show me your room so I can see if it is as bad as Quil's."

Paul planted a kiss on her temple as he lead her through the house. He was relieved that she wasn't repulsed by the way the walls looked, or how the paint didn't match the furniture. His room was small, a twin bed against the left wall, below the window. There was a desk and a closet but that was it. There were old posters on the walls and socks on the floor, much like her brothers room. But this room smelled of Paul, like the forest and spices, not like how Quil's room smelled.

"I somehow expected worse." Gen admitted, jokingly.

"Did you, now?" Paul hummed.

Genevieve turned in his arms and nodded sheepishly. Paul got caught in her eyes and brushed a strand of hair from her face. Gen sighed with content as she leaned into his touch. He blinked a few times before taking in her face like he had done so many times before. The freckles on the tip of her nose, the crease beside her eye from when she smiled and her lips, her full lips.

"What?" she chuckled.

"You're just beautiful."

Paul brought his lips down on hers and hummed. He grabbed the back of her neck to angle her head up and Genevieve leaned into the kiss. Kissing him always caught her off guard, like she was floating, not ready to come back to earth.

Gen moved her feet back till the backs of her knees touched his mattress and she pulled him down with her.

"We don't have to." Paul nuzzled her neck.

They hadn't had sex yet. Gen was too nervous and he didn't mind. Their relationship went pretty fast as it was with the imprint and all, he didn't want to force her into anything.

"I want too. I want to go all the way, Paul" she admitted shyly, somewhat embarrased as she looked at him.

"Are you sure?" he asked, he wanted her to be absolutely sure if it. He didn't want her to do anything she might regret and he wanted her to be comfortable.

"Yes," she breathed. "just ... go slow?"

"You don't even have to ask that." Paul hummed, trailing his hands up and down her clothed waist. "If I do anything you do not want me to, tell me and I will stop."

Genevieve nodded as Paul broughts his lips back to her own, his hands continued to dance over her waist. Gen lifted her upperbody slightly and Paul slid the material of her shirt up and over her breasts, revealing her bra. Paul smiled softly as he took off her shirt and dropped it on the floor. He traced a line of kisses from her cheek towards her collarbone and down the valley of her breasts.

His shirt followed soon after and Genevieve moved her hands over his warm skin, eyes closed as he clasped her bra open with one hand. He looked for permission and when she nodded her slipped the material down her arms, falling ontop of her shirt.

Genevieve swallowed nervously under his gaze as he looked at her. He held nothing but adornment in his eyes. Paul gave her a cheeky look as he leaned down and placed one of her nipples between his lips. Gen moaned softly, running her hand through his black locks.

"You like that, pretty girl?"

The brunette wimpered, pulling on his hair a little harder, not used to the sensation of the pleasure he was giving her. The nerves had slowly dissapeared from her body when she felt him grind how lover region onto her leg.

"You're so beautiful."

Paul licked a stripe up her breast and moved to her other nipple, drawing a gasp from between her lips. It didn't take long for Genevieve to be a whimpering mess underneath his touch and she arched back, aching for more of his touch. Paul kissed down her stomach and glanced up at her, still trying to make sure she was alright with it.

"Please," she nodded.

Paul opened her jeans and slowly slid them down her legs as he sat back on his knees. The bulge in his shorts was evident and Gen felt herself getting embarassed again. Paul noticed and smiled softly.

"Want to stop?"

"No," she shook her head. "I'm just ... nervous that it is going to hurt."

Paul comforted her as he leaned back down, kissing her once more. "It might," he confessed. "but I will go as slow as I can and I will make sure you are comfortable, okay baby?"

Gen nodded and Paul went back to kissing down her stomach, leaving open mouthed kisses on her skin as goosebumps rised on her skin. Gen let out a gasp when she felt him kiss her over her underwear and she looked down at him. He was grinning as he slipped his fingers in the waistbands of them and began to slide them down her legs as well.

"Fuck," he breathed.

There was no time for Genevieve to get self concious once she saw the love on his face. It was as if she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his eyes and she actually believed it.

"Can I taste you?"

Gen nodded her head slowly as Paul held eye contact with her and brought his face down and attached his lips to her core.

"Oh," Gen moaned, arching her back as he placed a heavy arm over her stomach, holding her down onto the bed. "Jesus, Paul."

Paul chuckled slightly and it vibrated through her core. Her hands gripped his arm tightly as she threw her head back. Never in her life had she experienced something like this and it felt amazing. Breathy moans fell from her lips as Paul sucked on the wet skin between her thighs.

"Tell me when to stop." Paul muttered as he slowly slid one of his fingers inside of her.

It didn't hurt, it was just odd and once she got over the fact what he had done it felt amazing. Paul was gentle with her as he moved his hand, getting her ready for him. He was uncomfortably hard and he twisted his hips to gain friction against the bed, but this was about her so he tried to ignore his ache as much as he could.

"Paul," she moaned. "I want you."

The shape shifter kissed the inside of her thigh and slipped his finger from her core before slowly moving up her body. He kicked his shorts off and his boxers followed soon after. Genevieve had seen him naked before, but that was different. The entire situation had been different and she hadn't been that nervous as she was now.

"I'll go slow." Paul promised as he reached over her to grab a condom from his nightstand.

Genevieve's cheeks were coloured a dark crimson as she watched him slide it down on him. The ache between her thigs was starting to get uncomfortable and she moved her hips up to meet his and her let out a amused laugh.

"Impatient, are we?" he grinned as he lowered himself onto her body. "This might hurt, baby."

Gen closed her eyes as he began to suck the skin behind her ear and she brought her arms around his waist, holding onto him. She could feel him at her entrance and she swallowed, trying to relax as much as she could.

"I want this." Genevieve breathed when she felt Paul hesitate for a moment.

That was all Paul needed to hear one last time before he very slowly pushed inside. Gen gasped, nails scratching over the skin of his back. It hurt, eventhough he went really slow. Paul peppered her face with kisses as she grimaced.

"You're doing so good." he praised. "I've got you."

Once he was completely inside, he stilled his movements, letting her adjust. Paul held back a grunt at the feeling of her warmth around him. She felt amazing and he could practically feel his heart beating out of his chest. The pained expression that was on Gen's face morphed into that of pleasure and soon she moved her hips up to meet his own.

"It feels so good." she moaned.

Paul began to move his hips gently, biting back a grunt of his own as he felt her walls clench around him. He picked up his pace once her moans got louder and he sucked on the skin of her neck, marking a purple bruise near her pulse point.

"Gods, Paul."

The pain had vanished as Genevieve became more familiar with his body. His warm breath tickled her skin as she moved her head to the side, giving him more access. He kissed away any tears that had spilled from her eyes, once she hadn't even noticed.

"You're doing so good." he moaned.

He wasn't holding back his own pleasure anymore as he felt her warmth around him. The sound of his moan only got Gen more confident and she ran her hands down his back. Paul reached down and began to rub his fingers over her core, making her cuss in pleasure.

"I love you," Genevieve breathed as he picked up his pace.

"Fuck, Gen." he groaned, planting a sloppy kiss on her lips. "I love you, too."

"I think ..." Genevieve closed her eyes tightly. "I'm gonna ..."

"Me too, baby."

Gen's heart was beating vigorously and soon she was blinded by pleasure as her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. Paul followed soon after, collapsing onto her chest, breathing heavily. His warm body felt wonderful on her own and she tried to catch her breath but it came out in heavy pants.

Paul slipped out of her, rolling the condom off and tossing it to the floor, not caring about the mess right now. He licked his lips, eyes closed for a moment before he pushed himself up on his elbows, taking in her face.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm perfect." Gen smiled, running her hand through his hair.

Genevieve really was perfect and she felt tired in the most wonderful way.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, concerned as he looked over her naked form.

"No, Paul." she shook her head. "You could never hurt me."

Paul smiled and pressed his lips to hers, pulling her close so that her head was resting on his chest. She could hear his heart beating rappidly beneath his ribcage and her lips moved upwards into a smile, happy she had the same effect on him as he had on her.

"Come, i'll run you a bath."

"Can we stay like this a little longer?"

"Of course, sweetheart. As long as you want."

(I am not the best smut writer but I think this is somewhat decent. Not edited)