Page 64 of Time After Time
As I remained silent for far too long, Gen began to fidget on top of me, her breathing growing faster. I could see the rise and fall of her chest, each inhale and exhale. Her thumb moved to her mouth,hernervous habit, and without thinking, my left hand reached up to take her thumb away, preventing her from biting the skin around it until it bled.
Gen met my eyes briefly before her own dropped to my chest, where her hands now rested. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. With a hesitant shake of her head,she made a move to get off me, but I stopped her, holding the side of her hip.
“Where are you going?” My voice was low, laced with a hint of longing, a plea for her to stay.
“I was going to sit on my side,” she admitted, still avoiding my gaze.
“I want you too, Gen.”
And then, as if a switch had been flipped off, perhaps the one of fear and doubt, my hand ascended towards one of her breasts, gripping it over the shirt and making the hardened nipple stand more prominently against the fabric. Gen gripped my wrist tightly, a moan escaping her lips as her hips, just once, ground against mine.
I continued massaging her, my gaze flickering to the slightly ajar door leading to my room, a sliver of light seeping through. Panic surged through me as I remembered my parents were still awake until I remembered that I was in my cottage and that we could be as loud as we wanted to. I was on the brink of losing myself in Gen, desperately wanting to bury myself as deeply in her as I could.
Returning my attention to her, I thrust upwards, already achingly hard from being so close to her and enveloped in her sweet scent. When she felt it, she opened her eyes, a mixture of desire and apprehension swirling in their depths. “I want to hear you, Gen,” I whispered urgently, nodding towards the door. As she glanced at it and then back at me, a sudden awareness washed over her, prompting her to bite her bottom lip as she hazily looked down at me. I gripped her chest, her mouth forming a silent ‘O’ as she swallowed her own moan. “Show me how loud you can be, Gen.”
“It’s embarrassing, Seb,” she breathed, her eyes already clouding with desire. I felt a surge of pride knowing that I was the one eliciting such intense reactions from her, both physicallyand emotionally, even as it made me harder. But fuck, she had the power to drive me wild just as much as I did to her. “Everything feels so intense,” she confessed, leaning forward. With a swift movement, she removed her shirt, exposing her chest to me. My mouth watered at the sight, her breasts bouncing with the sudden movement. “It feels so consuming.”
“Fuck,” it was the only word that escaped my lips as I found myself unable to tear my gaze away from her chest. My hand moved instinctively to her back, urging her closer so I could take her breasts in my mouth. But she only arched her back slightly, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes. “I swear, Gen,” my voice came out rough, as if it hadn’t been used in weeks. “I’ve been dreaming of this, and if you don’t let that dream become reality, I swear I’ll push you to the edge and leave you hanging.” As soon as the words left me, a twinge of nervousness shot through me. Had I sounded too harsh? Not like myself? But the glint in Gen’s eyes only grew brighter, and her hips pressed against mine again.
“I want to suck you,” she confessed, her words a stark contrast to the blush on her cheeks and the fidgeting of her fingers. Words that hit me like a tidal wave, nearly causing me to black out. “Teach me how to do it. I’ve been dreaming of it too.”
“You’ve been dreaming of it a lot?” I needed to know, or I knew I would carve those words deep in my mind forever. I was stunned to hear that she had been dreaming of me, too. My dreams weren’t solely about sex; they were filled with moments of intimacy, of kissing and holding her close. Of beinghers. “How much have you been dreaming of me?”
“Every night,” she confessed, leaning forward and causing my focus to waver. The admission sent a thrill through me, mingled with a sense of disbelief.
“What would you dream about?” I couldn’t hold back the question, the curiosity burning within me. With her right nipplenow in my mouth, I pressed her against me, desperate for her response. “Tell me.” I paused just long enough to utter the words before returning to the task at hand, sucking her breast with fervour.
“About you,” she confessed, and I responded by lightly biting her nipple, enough to encourage her to continue without causing any discomfort. “About us kissing, holding each other, and then also this.” I released her nipple, giving a few licks to the other one as she spoke. “I’ve dreamt of having you in my mouth.”
“Really?” The revelation took me by surprise, and I found myself glancing down at her panties, which were white and see-through, adorned with delicate flowers and leaves. She was already aroused, her wetness glistening through her underwear. “Have you touched yourself?” My thumb applied pressure to her clit, eliciting a sharp exhale from her lips. “Thinking about me, did you ever touch yourself?” Her nod was confirmation enough. It eased the guilt that lingered from the nights I’d spent, my hand wrapped around my cock, fantasising about kissing her. “How did you do it?”
“I humped my pillow.”
The vivid image flooded my mind, painting a scene of Gen waking up in the dead of night, her body slick with sweat, tangled in her sheets. Restless and consumed by her dreams of us, she’d instinctively reached for her pillow, pressing it between her thighs.
As Gen’s body descended between my legs, her breasts pressed against my inner thighs through the fabric of my pyjama shorts. “Take them off, Gen,” I urged, my voice laced with urgency as her eyes sparkled with anticipation. With nimble fingers, she undid the knot of my shorts, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips in excitement. “Lower them,” I instructed, seeking a semblance of control in a situation where I was undeniably under her spell.
I arched my hips, granting her access to strip away my shorts, the fabric grazing against my hardened length, cursing to myself because of how sensitive I was even to the touch of the fabric.
Her eagerness matched mine, and with a swift motion, my shorts were discarded, forgotten in the heat of the moment, just as I had thrown her clothes aside a few days earlier. Without hesitation or a glance in my direction, Gen’s fingers seized the hem of my underwear, tugging them down my legs. It was as if she had devoted all her strength in that one act, allowing the fabric to fall to the foot of the bed.
“Tell me what to do.” Her hands hovered near my cock, drawing my attention to her nails. She must have got them done recently. Two were of a solid pale blue colour, another had delicate flowers, and the third featured a simple coloured tip. But what made my breath caught was the tiny apricot meticulously painted on her ring finger. “Sebastian?”
“The nails.” My throat felt dry as I swallowed, and she glanced down at her nails, a hint of embarrassment colouring her cheeks. “Did you paint the apricot for me?” Her fervent nod nearly made me forget about my injured arm, igniting the desire to hold her close and lose myself in her. But all I could manage was a gentle caress of her forehead with my good hand. “Then let’s see how well they look around my cock.”
With a nod of encouragement, Gen wrapped her right hand around my cock, her touch sending shivers down my spine. I watched intently as she looked up at me, her eyes seeking guidance. Instructing her to move slowly, I guided her hand, urging her to twist her grip for more pleasure. The sensation was electrifying, and I was torn between closing my eyes to savour the moment and keeping them open to take in every detail of her expression.
As she followed my instructions, her tongue darted out to wet her lips. Leaning in closer, she deftly brought her left hand intoplay, both hands working together. Yet, it was the tender kiss she placed on the tip of my cock that nearly undid me. “Fuck,” I groaned, unable to contain myself.
Gripping her hair, I reminded her to be mindful of her teeth. With a nervous nod, she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, a momentary wince passing over her face as she grazed me with her teeth. But any discomfort was quickly forgotten as the warmth of her mouth enveloped me, her lip gloss leaving a trace of her presence that only drove me even more to the edge of madness.
“Suck harder, Gen,” I urged, feeling myself losing control as she took more of me into her mouth. Unable to contain my desire, I guided her downwards, seeking to bury myself deeper within her. With one hand, she gripped the base of my cock, her touch sending waves of pleasure through me even as she couldn’t take all of me.
“Fuck me,” I whispered, feeling my hips arching involuntarily from the bed as the intensity threatened to overwhelm me. Each movement of her mouth brought me closer to the edge, and I could feel the tension building within me, ready to spill over at any moment.
My vision blurred, every sensation heightened by the soft whimper that escaped her as she withdrew her mouth with a ‘pop’. Confused, I continued to watch her, my gaze fixated on my stiff member, now glistening with her saliva and a single drop of cum that began its descent.
Yet, Gen leaned forward once more, her tongue darting out to capture the droplet. The sigh that escaped her lips as she did so sent a shiver of pleasure through me, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I could endure much longer.
