Page 48 of Time After Time (Golden Sands #1)

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 into play, 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.

“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 move at 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 to delay. Her actions were as agonising as not handing a glass of water to a man who had perished in the desert.