Page 88 of Time After Time
“It wasn’t enough for me either,” I blurted out, my words tumbling out uncontrollably.
“Gosh, Gen.” His hands weren’t the only ones touching me now. The tamed breeze seemed almost jealous, nipping at my skin as soon as Sebastian’s right hand slid up my dress. He pressed his hand firmly against my lower back, manoeuvring through the tight fabric. Once he reached his destination, groaning as he bit my lower lip, his hand found a home on my breasts. “You know how much I hated waking up without the sun streaming through my window, knowing soon enough I would see you?” His hand grew frustrated with the material separating us, his voice thick with longing. “How much I despised not beingable to walk mere minutes to be with you, to spend time with you?”
“It killed me too.” The moment the words left my lips, his hands abandoned their previous positions, causing a mournful moan to escape me. Yet, the sound was muffled as his hands, moving with urgency, gripped the hem of my dress and yanked it over my head.
I found myself atop him, clad only in my underwear.
“I hated those exhausting nights when all I wanted was to be next to you, to hear your laughter,” he murmured, his fingers digging into the skin of my butt cheeks. His words sent a shiver through me, heightened by the unhurried path of his fingertips along my back, making me arch and grind against his clothed member. Already raging. “Bathe in your chuckles and your smell. And as much as I loved calls and video calls…” A shiver ran through me as he unclasped my bra with practised ease. The straps slipped down my arms and fell away, which he then discarded near us.
Gosh, it would be covered in sand, and I’d end up itching all over. But the itch in my body and heart needed tending to as well.
“As much as I loved our calls, they only made me more frustrated.” A loud, uncontrollable moan escaped me. His hands finally gripped my breasts, his gaze fixed intently as he pressed them together. Sebastian’s mouth fell open, eyes glazed and lost in thought as he stared.
Without a hint of shyness, I leaned closer, hoping he would savour them, warming them against the cool breeze. “Not being able to see every detail of your face and your body.” He paused, a seductive chuckle escaping him as his eyes burned into mine. Slowly, he took one of my breasts in his mouth, savouring every inch. His mouth was open wide, his tongue lapping erotically against my skin, causing my hips to start rotating instinctively.
“Sebastian, please.”
“I hated not being able to touch you. It tortured me to hear my name escaping from your lips, seeing how wet you were, the sounds you made—and not being able to bite, kiss and lick every part of you.” In between breaths, he alternated between my breasts, making them glisten with his saliva. “Not being able to make you come and moan my namewhilefeeling our sweaty skin against each other; hearing the sounds onlywecan make.” My right breast entered his mouth, teeth grazing my nipple and prompting the loudest moan from me. He smirked. Point made. “I don’t know much about torture devices, but being kept from you should be considered the worst one.”
“Don’t tease me, Sebastian. It’s been too long.” I managed to whisper, my voice trembling. “Three months, to be exact.” I thought back to those fleeting days I spent with him when I had flown out to visit, a whirlwind of brief, precious moments before I had to return home. In those days, all I had really seen was the inside of his dorm, our time together too limited to fully quench the longing that had built up over the separation.
My fingers fumbled with the buttons on his white shirt, my hands shaking with anticipation. As each button gave way, revealing more of his skin, a groan escaped me. The sight of his toned muscles, the way they moved with each breath, made my heart race. I couldn’t help but let my fingers trace along his chest, feeling the heat and firmness of his body beneath my touch.
“Let me tease you some more.” His hands were big enough to grip both my breasts by squeezing them together while his other hand made a quick descent to my most private parts. I wished I had chosen something more glamorous, especially since I was now in just simple white panties. But as I looked at Sebastian, the hunger in his eyes told me that, to him, I was wearing the sexiest piece of lingerie ever.
His thumb found my clit over my underwear with such precision that I would have been surprised if I wasn’t too busy arching against him, throwing my head upward.
It had been so long.
“Then it’s only fair that I tease you, too.” A drawn-out but powerful movement of my core against his elicited a guttural moan from him, raw and primal, as if it came from the very depths of his being.
In his eyes, there was a glint that grew brighter as he bit his bottom lip, trying to suppress a smile. He pressed his thumb harder. “How are you going to do so?” he murmured, his voice a low, teasing whisper.
Attempting to hide a chuckle, I shifted away from his lap, kneeling on the sand but keeping my covered private parts as far from it as possible. “Take your shorts off.” With a confused look, Sebastian’s hands travelled to his waistband, struggling with the zipper and a single button before lowering his pants down his legs, revealing his dark wine red boxers.
The fabric of his boxers clung to his body, outlining the tension of his arousal, with a small, darker spot forming exactly where his tip pressed against the fabric.
“Sebastian,” I murmured his name while he remained busy by lowering his boxers. His shirt, which I had helped take off, was already lying under his butt to protect him from the sand. “Sebastian.” His name escaped my lips again. A breathy whisper filled with urgency. His flushed cheeks and rapid breath mirrored my own desire, and it was clear neither of us could wait any longer. “I’m finally on the pill.”
The expression on his face was one I wished I could capture in a photograph. His curls were messy, and his wide eyes and mouth mirrored the roundness of his reddening cheeks. Glancing downward, I almost laughed as his hard member bobbed against his lower stomach.
We had talked about the pill before. Sebastian, always thoughtful, had suggested that even though neither of us had ever had unprotected sex, we should both get check-ups to be sure we were safe for each other. He had then started researching the pill, asking careful questions and making sure I was certain about taking it. I was—and I had been on it for some time now, lucky enough to avoid any side effects or major changes.
“On the pill?” His voice cracked slightly, a desperate edge to it that made him sound more vulnerable than ever. His eyes, wide and searching, flicked between my eyes, trying to gauge if I was serious or just teasing him. “As in, no need to…”
I didn’t answer him. Instead, I stood up, my fingers gripping the sides of my underwear as I pulled them down quickly. As the fabric fell onto the sand, the thought of going home without them didn’t even cross my mind. All that mattered was the moment we were sharing and the way our bodies responded to each other.
Still standing, I positioned myself over Sebastian. His hands immediately gripped my ankles, his mouth hung open, and his wide eyes locked onto my uncovered core, which I was certain was already dripping.
“Oh dear lords,” I had never heard him use such a phrase before, and it made me chuckle as I began to lower myself, guided by his outstretched hands, always ready to catch me. “I’m not going to last, Gen. I’m not going to last at all.”
“Me neither.” Once I was on my knees, he let go of my right wrist, allowing me to move that hand in between us, gripping his member. His eyes closed, and a breathy moan escaped him as I moved my hand up and down twice before taking it to my entrance, pressing the tip there. “But I don’t care. I just want to feel you.” The tip made its way inside easily. I was dripping wet and excited, and the mere feeling of his head pressed on myinsides with nothing in between our skins made me pulsate. My grip around him tightening.
“I swear, Gen.” His face was starting to become a little purple. “I’m holding my breath here. I won’t be able to last more than a few min-.” His fingers traced the contours of my thighs, causing a shiver of pleasure to run through me as I pushed every inch of his member inside, eliciting a captivating moan from him. I needed a moment to collect myself once he was seated inside of me. “Holy fuck, baby.” I was starting to sweat, wanting to move, longing to ride him, but I knew that if I were to do that, there wouldn’t be much touching involved for me to erupt.
Once we had both caught our breath, our eyes met—shining, hopeful, and completely immersed in love. With a shared nod, I moved. It started slowly, but soon, we were both consumed by the desire to be closer. We just wanted to reach our climax. It didn’t matter whether it was fast or if many words went unspoken. What mattered was the desperate need to be closer, to fill the emptiness and satisfy our longing.
And we had a lifetime together.
