Page 65 of Time After Time
“Gen,” I had to swallow before continuing, my voice raspy with desire. “Come up here, now.” I longed to feel her atop me, to witness her expressions, to grant her the power to moveat her own rhythm while she pleased us both. Imagining her straddling me, her movements fluid and unrestrained, stirred a deep longing within me. “Please,” I pleaded.
I would beg shamelessly for the chance to feel every inch of her skin again, to be enveloped by her.
Curse my arm, for it denied me the ability to touch her fully.
As her warm mouth enveloped me once again, sucking strongly, I found myself unable to stifle a moan. My hand moved to her forehead, tucking away a stray lock of hair behind her ear, before sliding down to the back of her neck, entwining my fingers in her hair. “Gen, I’m going to… I’m going to cum.” The words tumbled out of me, my voice strained. Her eyes locked onto mine as if she wanted to capture every nuance of my expression. My hips surged upward, seeking deeper connection with her, my control slipping away as I thrust into her mouth. “Shit, Gen, I can’t hold on much longer.” As I relaxed my grip on her hair, expecting her to pull away, she surprised me by taking me even deeper into her mouth, her determination evident in the frown that decorated her face.
Dark spots blurred my mind, and I turned my head to the side, biting down on my biceps to muffle the ragged breaths threatening to escape as waves of pleasure consumed me. Despite Gen seeing the effect she had on me, she continued to suck until I knew I was going to burst, and while I pleaded her to let go, she didn’t, swallowing twice.
Fuck.
She would be the death of me.
In many ways.
The rise and fall of my chest attempted to regain control of my breathing, but each inhale seemed to quicken in response to the simple ‘pop’ sound that echoed in my room as Gen’s mouth left my member, now less stiff but primed to rise again.She looked at me with round, shiny eyes, licking her lips in anticipation. “Was it good?”
I chuckled incredulously. “There’s your answer.” We both glanced towards my now firm member before I gestured for her to move closer. As she settled on my lap with a gasp, I could feel her wetness seeping through her panties, dampening the fabric and teasing my pelvis.
I guided her face closer and placed a few soft kisses on her lips. “It was amazing.” A shuddering breath escaped her as if to relieve tension, and I hoped my words, together with the pressure of my firm member against her buttocks, would reassure her. “I swear I had to think of Cooper to keep from coming too soon.”
My words ignited a boisterous, belly-deep laugh from her, and her playful smack on my chest made me break down into laughter, too. “Gosh, I totally forgot about him for a second.” Since Mrs Marley’s death, our visits have mostly centred on Mr. Marley, as well as Aria, when she returned from the city, dividing her time between there and Golden Sands.
“I can assure you I haven’t forgotten him.” The memory of Cooper’s headbutts to my groin was still fresh.
As she chuckled, my hand settled on her hip, just below the band of her underwear, tracing loving circles on her skin with my thumb.
“Sebastian,” she called, and I responded with a low hum of acknowledgement. “Condoms?”
“In the nightstand,” I responded. With a nod, she shifted forward, pressing a kiss on my lips before turning to the side to open the drawer. Her proximity enticed me, and I couldn’t resist trailing kisses down the curve of her breast, grazing my tongue on her skin. With a gentle upward motion, I nibbled on the tender flesh, leaving a small imprint that would be noticeable, but not painful.
Once she grabbed them, she removed her underwear with surprising haste. Instinctively, I caressed her clit with my thumb, tracing languid circles and applying pressure as she rolled the condom onto me.
The sight before my eyes was unforgettable. Perspiration coated Gen’s forehead, causing strands of hair to stick to it, and her cheeks were flushed, but she didn’t appear to mind. She concentrated on her actions, to which, if she went any lower, the head of my cock would touch her entrance. I mumbled her name, a plea escaping my lips, yearning for her hold on my member to draw me nearer to her core. When she did, I held my breath.
My mouth hung open as I became completely wrapped up in her. It was an unreal sensation that caused me to clench every muscle in my body in the hopes of not exploding. Gen, unmoving above me, appeared similarly overwhelmed, her mouth ajar, as though she, too, grappled with maintaining composure.
“Fast or slow?” Her words were a swift whisper, almost lost in the charged scene, prompting her to repeat the question.
“You choose, Gen.”
She immediately made up her mind, her hands suddenly as warm as my slick skin, resting on my chest as she pushed herself forward. Her hips rotated at such a timid and sluggish rate that I nearly lost my wits.
While I tried to catch my breath, I concentrated on the sight in front of me, appreciating her delicate and slow circular motions with hazy eyes, gasping when she began moving up and down on me at the most torturous pace while looking down between us.
A soothing murmur of my name seized my attention.
Gen’s legs trembled, hindering her from picking up speed and prolonging the inevitable end we desperately wished todelay. Her actions were as agonising as not handing a glass of water to a man who had perished in the desert.
She was burning, and her tightness gripped me from time to time, making me understand why so many others spoke about their eyes rolling to the back of their heads; I was certain mine were permanently stuck there.
“What is it, Gen?” With her so close, I struggled to breathe, knowing she felt the same breathless anticipation that had lived in me every day since she came into my life.
“More.” Her teeth clamped on her lower lip while she grimaced as her stare seared over my face. “I need more, Sebastian.” The desperation was discernible, and I could understand what she meant. Beneath her calm exterior, a longing stirred, gnawing at her. It felt like an endless hunger, one that could never be satisfied, teetering on the edge of something that might overwhelm us both. “Please, Sebastian. You feel so good inside of me.” Her words ceased for a minute as she gasped and clenched around me, prompting me to respond in the same manner. “Touch me. Go harder. I need you to-.”
“Gen.” Her response was nearly inaudible, so I gripped her jaw and forced her to look at me while I stated her name again. “Press your body against mine, now.” My tone was urgent, leaving no space for questioning, and when she took longer than expected, I reiterated my comments sharply.
Her body crashed into mine, her nipples brushing against my chest until her breasts were pressed against me. This irresistible sensation compelled me to caress the side of one of them, unable to resist. The same hand moved upwards, pressing on the back of her head, instructing her to bring her face into the space between my neck and shoulder.
