Page 66 of Time After Time
From my position, I had a near-perfect view of her back and buttocks. She continued to move as she tried to take me in, seeking pleasure, and I could tell she was almost sobbing whenmy hand reached her hip, pulling her closer and stopping her movements. I positioned myself on the mattress, spreading my legs and adjusting my hips. Then I thrust up, losing control and ramming into Gen with all my might.
Our rough breaths and skin-on-skin noises became part of the room, while the film’s sounds faded into the background, forgotten in the past few minutes.
Gen appeared to be unable to contain herself, as sounds became louder and spilt from her as my hips slammed against her. “Gen, love, louder please.” I, too, struggled to contain the torrent of both carnal and emotional thoughts flooding my mind.
“I can’t. I can’t.” She repeated herself several times, moaning so loudly and so deliciously that I was scared I would have a premature heart attack—and I feared she was far gone. “It’s too good, Sebastian. I can’t go on any longer.”
“Shit.” I was so close, too. She was squeezing me for longer lengths of time, and the obscene sound of skin on skin, combined with the melody of our mixed fluids, pushed me over the brink. “It’s okay, Gen.” She moaned loudly and in such a sensual manner that I nearly broke my other arm by driving her harder against me. “Bite me, Gen.”
A sharp twinge of pain shot through my shoulder as Gen bit down hard, muffling her moans, while our hips met in a frenzy. I filled her to the brim, her clit pressed against my pelvis, overwhelming us both. She followed soon after, my teeth finding purchase on the tender skin between her neck and shoulder, our rhythm faltering into a sloppy, desperate dance.
With our mouths still glued to one other’s skins and our chests heaving furiously, we both relaxed in the same posture that had taken us to bliss. Mine a few minutes after hers. When Gen appeared to have more control over her breathing, she tiltedher head to the side, her nose rubbing my neck and collarbone as she relaxed.
“Was it good?” A yawn accompanied her remarks as my palm traced circles across her back.
“Good falls short,” I said, unable to stifle a yawn myself.
She sighed happily, and I relished the moment by closing my eyes. “What time is it?”
Turning my head to my side table and forcing my hand to leave her skin, I grabbed my phone. The screen’s brightness was blinding, contrasting with the darkness that had surrounded us. I blinked for a few seconds until my eyes adjusted. “8 p.m.”
A sigh from her as she sat on me again, both of us hissing as I was still inside her. “I need to leave.”
I knew she needed to go. It was late, and she had an early sisterly date with Sylvie.
I loved that they had those times together. The St. James sisters needed each other, and that was a beautiful thing. They’d invited me to come along, but that was their special time, and besides, I had promised Robert I’d go with him to visit Mr. Marley and convince him to come have lunch at our place. Everyone wanted him to get off the farm once in a while and get some fresh air.
I still hoped.“Stay the night.”
Her hands landed on my chest once again, driving herself higher and causing my flaccid cock to abandon her insides.
“I wish I could stay.” As our mouths brushed again, she beamed brightly. “Another time?”
“I’ll wait for you.”
She chuckled and kissed me before getting up from the bed. She then went to the bathroom on her own, playfully pushing me back onto the bed when I insisted on getting her a wet towel. To her naughty deed, I responded with a smack on her butt cheeksas she hurried to my bathroom, covering her chest as if I hadn’t already memorised her whole body.
Once she was ready—and after I’d taken my turn in the bathroom—we headed downstairs. When we opened the front door, there were Robert and my mum, grinning and holding a casserole along with some of my favourite snacks.
Gen fiddled around, hesitant to meet my parents’ eyes, as she most certainly recalled what had happened in my bedroom a few minutes ago. To be honest, I almost laughed when my mum offered to drive her home, and Gen nodded uncomfortably, making my mum frown in confusion. While she went to warm up the car and Robert went to my kitchen with all he had brought, I bent down and placed a quick kiss on her lips, making sure no one noticed.
After she climbed into the truck’s passenger seat, I stayed on the porch, waving as it pulled away. She gave me a shy smile while my mum chatted with her.
The night breeze struck my exposed skin, sending chills through my body. However, my gaze stayed fixed on the end of the road. It was as if I expected Gen to come racing back towards me, arms open wide, declaring that she would stay the night. That way, I could embrace her while sleeping.
“You’re wearing the swimsuit trunks the wrong way around.” Robert’s voice startled me. Embarrassment rushed in as I glanced down and realised the cords and brand emblem that should’ve been on my right thigh were missing.
Turning my head to the side, Robert sat down without acknowledging me, his arm brushing against mine.
I opened my mouth and closed it several times, trying to come up with some explanation, but before I could, his hand went up, stopping me.
“What are you doing, Sebastian?”
His tone surprised me, as it lacked any hint of irritability or frustration, causing my shoulders to relax. However, as our gazes locked and his stare focused on me, I couldn’t help but notice the weariness and concern etched into his features.
I slouched, my bottom lip started trembling, and I had the urge to cry like a little kid. “I’m-.” A quivering breath escaped me. You see, speaking facts in our minds is not the same as saying them. Perhaps once it is out there, things shift dramatically. “I’m in love with her.” Robert nodded, but did not interrupt. His mouth formed a straight line that appeared to descend on the sides as he gave a single nod. Then, possibly because he knew I couldn’t go on, he wrapped his arm across my shoulders, being cautious of my right arm. “I’ve been in love with her since we were kids.” Another crack blossomed in my heart, and my eyes welled up with tears.
“It’s okay, kid.” Rob’s beard grazed my forehead as he pulled me into an embrace. I didn’t know how much I needed it until I felt like a child again, although this time the father figure was not one to flee from.
