Page 79 of In the Long Run
Gen peeks at me from between her fingers.‘I really like you.’
‘You keep saying that.’I’ll never tire of hearing it.‘And we can have shower sex any time you want.I’ll clear my schedule.’
She wipes her eyes and smiles at me.It’s a bit wobbly but I’ll take it.
‘Let’s try this again,’ I say, before adding a hefty dollop of soap to a wash cloth.‘Hands on my shoulders, Halliday, so I can take care of you and get us out of this shower as quick as possible.’
She complies, which is more arousing than it should be, and I make sure my body’s blocking the water.I enjoy soaping her up, sliding my hands all over her slippery skin, memorising the bits that make her gasp, like when I move the wash cloth between her tits, purposely avoiding them.The way she says my name like an admonishment spurs me on, and I drag the cloth lower, transfixed by the bubbles sliding down Gen’s tanned skin.I stop shy of where I’m desperate to touch her, and her groan echoes around the tiles.
‘I’m going to get you back for that,’ she mutters, shooting me a scowl.
I swallow a laugh, because she’s got a wet kitten vibe happening right now, hair hanging longer past her collarbones, drops of water clinging to her eyelashes, lips so fucking red and puffy.She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.I wink at her, desperate to make her smile.‘I thought you wanted to get away from the water?’
‘I’m okay like this.’Gen grabs the body wash and holds it up in between us.‘Can I?’
What fool would say no to having her hands on them?
‘Of course.’
Gen stands, shakes her hair out of her face and drags the soapy cloth across my chest, down my sides, along my abs.She pauses, holding the wash cloth against my belly button.Her gaze is fixed on my dick.
‘I can take over, finish up,’ I offer, aware that we’ve gone from zero to one hundred quite quickly.That she’s sore and probably tired from the run.That there’s a soft bed and hours of nothing ahead of us.We’ve got time.
And it’s okay if she’s changed her mind and wants to pump the brakes.
But also, please don’t.Please want me.
She lifts her gaze to mine.‘No.I’m okay.I was just thinking.’
‘About?’
‘How I want to take care of you.’
‘Gen—’
Her hand curls around my cock and all my thoughts evaporate.
Gen drags one hand up and down and uses the other to tug gently on my balls.My eyes close.She’s the whole package.Smart and gorgeous and—Oh, Jesus fuck.She pulls me forward – by the dick – and sits on the edge of the spa bath.When she licks the crown of my dick, I have to brace my hands against the wall.
Gen smiles around my cock and I grit my teeth.
I’m supposed to be looking after her.
She pops off with a wet sound, hands never stopping.‘Do you like it?’
A throaty ‘Yes’ escapes my mouth before transforming into a moan when she takes me all the way in, tongue swirling.Her fingers dig into my thighs, and I slap a hand against the wall when I feel the back of her throat.Fuck, she’s good at this.She changes the rhythm, her confidence growing, her touch more assertive.My hips thrust forward and she splutters around my dick.
‘Sorry,’ I groan.You’re being too much, I remind myself but Gen’s eyes flare and she pulls back.
‘It’s okay.’
When she puts her mouth on me again, I freeze, determined not to ruin this.The fire builds inside me again but I tip my head back, mash my jaws together and breathe through my nose.
Then she pauses.‘Did I do something wrong?’Gen asks and my head snaps forward.
‘What?’I blink away the water in my eyes.She’s shrunk back against the wall, cool air filling the gap between us.
‘You stopped moving,’ Gen whispers.
