Page 81 of In the Long Run
My finger dips into Gen’s entrance, teasing, exploring, coaxing from her more of the noises I’m addicted to.
The next time she says my name, it’s like a prayer.I rub her clit, add another finger, move them faster.I want to hear all the ways she can say my name.Maybe even forever.I push that thought aside and focus on right now.
Fuck, I want to taste her.
I dip down further, curling my back, but she’s too low.Or I’m still too tall even on my knees.I can’t get close enough.I must look ridiculous.
Gen’s laughter floats all around me.It’s the best.
‘Think we’ll have to save that for another time,’ she whispers, pulling my mouth back up to hers.
I resume my ministrations, giving her everything I have, searching for the special place that’s going to send her over the edge.
I tell her how good it is, how long I’ve wanted this to happen.
That next time I’d like it to be my cock.
I can’t stop talking.
Gen’s eyes go hazy and her whole body flushes the most gorgeous pink.Some of her hair is stuck to the wall behind her, some is plastered across her face.She’s beautiful.
I want her to be mine.
Her back bows away from the tiles, thighs trembling, and I know she’s close.
The need to taste her orgasm has me improvising with a quick hand switch so I can suck on the fingers that were inside her.She blushes like crazy when I tell her that she’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.
‘Yeah?’
‘Yeah.’
I fix my mouth over hers and groan into the kiss when I feel her tighten around my hand.
Gen cries out, hips rolling, her mouth falling open against mine.I pour everything I have into stringing out her orgasm, onehand pushing her higher, the other holding her steady, letting her know that I’ve got her.
And I won’t let go.
‘Holy shit,’ she breathes.
The water’s gone cold, but neither of us noticed when.I use my free hand to twist the taps off and ignore the protests from my legs and knees as I lean back, drinking in the sight of Gen.Loose-limbed, pleasure drunk, a lazy curl to her lips and hooded eyes.
She stands on wobbly legs and I press a kiss on her hip, loving the way she shivers.
‘Bed?’she asks.
‘Bed,’ I agree, bracing my hands on the edge of the tub, and freeze.Small problem.I can’t move.My legs have seized up, muscles replaced with concrete.Probably serves me right for kneeling for so long after a long run, but I’ve got no regrets.
‘Um.’I laugh because what else is there to do?
‘Are you okay?’
‘Uh-huh.’But I’m not.Pins and needles race along my legs.It doesn’t even feel like I have feet anymore.
Gen wraps herself in one of the fluffy robes hanging on a hook near the shower.‘Oh my God, are you stuck?’
That’s all it takes for us to both dissolve with laughter.
‘What a pair we make.’Gen wipes her eyes with the sash of her robe.‘Here.’She extends her hands towards me.Cute how she thinks she can lift me.
