Page 52 of Falling

“Okay, this is fucking amazing,” she says between bites.

“Do you think it’s really this good, or are we just that hungry?”

“Doesn’t matter. At this point, I might trade you for Gene’s missus.”

“We could be a threesome. I wouldn’t mind having someone else cook occasionally.”

She grins at me before digging back in. I’m not ashamed to admit that I polished off two plates worth before slowing down. Gene did not lie. Geneva sits back and groans. She finished her entire plate of casserole. For her, that’s a lot. She’s used to picking at her meals.

“Get enough?” I ask.

She cuts her eyes at me.

“There’s still some left.”

With another groan, she rubs her stomach.

“Should I take that as a no? There’s cobbler over there too.”

“Oh, god.” She turns to look at the counter. “Just a small bowl.”

I laugh and stand. Scooping out two small bowls of what smells like peach cobbler, I return to the couch.

“This smells amazing. Damn that Gene’s missus.”

We finish up our cobbler and set the bowls on the coffee table. I need to build the fire back up. I haven’t seen a thermostat anywhere in the small room. Taking the poker, I work on settling the logs before adding more. Geneva lays her head on my lap when I sit back down.

“This is nice,” she says. “I wouldn’t mind staying here for a while.”

“I guess we know where we’re vacationing next year.”

“Or the beach. I have a new swimsuit I’m dying to try out.”

“I’m good with that. Apparently gray is all the rage in men’s suits.”

She laughs. She does it all the time now. It’s music to my ears. Geneva sits up and swings around until she’s straddling my lap.

“You know the best thing about this cabin?”

“What’s that?”

“The bed is right there,” she answers. She leans forward and tugs at my earlobe with her teeth. My cock stirs awake. She gives a slow roll of her hips.

The bed feels a million miles away. Geneva tugs on my shirt until she gets it over my head. Her hands run over my chest like she’s discovering it for the first time.

I take my time with her shirt. My body heats with each button I unhook. Her creamy skin pebbles with gooseflesh when I push it off her shoulders. My fingers trace the strap of her bra over her shoulder. They wrap in her long hair. I pull her to me, not able to keep my lips from hers for even one more second. She tastes of sugar and cinnamon.

My hands find the clasp on the back of her bra. Her breasts are freed for me to caress. I weigh them in my hands, marveling at how her nipples harden with just one swipe of my thumb. I graze my tongue over one, and she moans in response. I love how sensitive she is.

“Are you set on the bed?” I ask.

“No.” She stands from my lap. “I’m not necessarily pro-bed.” With a shimmy, she pushes her tights down her legs. If I had known she wasn’t wearing any panties, I would have forgone Gene’s missus’s casserole.

She takes on the fly of my jeans next. I lift my hips so she can slide them to my ankles. She kneels over my thighs and slowly sinks onto my cock.

Wrapping my hand in her tresses, I kiss her like she’s the very air I breathe. Her body works me closer to the edge, her hips rocking as she grinds deeper. I won’t last long. I wasn’t prepared for this. There’s no cock ring to hold me back.

“Peter,” she moans. I’m taken by surprise when her pussy clamps around me. She pulls me with her as we orgasm together. This is more than just sex. Geneva feels it too as she rests against my chest. “I love you,” she whispers.

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