Carrie
The only thing better than hearing Genny’s little cries of pleasure was the taste of her release on my tongue. It was sweet and tangy and completely addictive.
Her orgasm crashed through her until she finally collapsed back on the counter, her head colliding with the cabinet behind her with a dull thunk.
“I don’t even have words for what just happened,” she sighed happily.
I dropped down to rest on my heels, watching her as she recovered. She was naked from the waist down but still wearing her shirt, though it was askew.
“Please tell me I’m going to get the chance to return the favor,” she mumbled as she stared at the ceiling.
I couldn’t help but feel proud of how I’d brought her so much pleasure, so fast. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t desperate to come as well. My panties were so wet they were downright uncomfortable. I pressed my thighs together to ease the pressure.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”
She pushed herself upright, raising one eyebrow. “Your bed or mine?”
“Mine’s bigger.”
“Let’s go.”
She reached a hand to help me off the floor, scooped up her pants and underwear from the floor, and dragged me towards the back of the house.
Not that I needed much coaxing. We rushed down the hallway like we were on the clock, and I guess in some ways we were.
Genny couldn’t stay here forever. Real life was going to intrude quickly.
When we reached the bed we stopped, standing face to face, and Genny reached out, slowly unbuttoning my shirt.
I stood completely still, letting her take her time even though it was killing me.
She slid my shirt off my shoulders, and I reached behind me to unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor.
She stepped closer, hands coming to my waist for balance as she lowered her head, sucking as much of my breast into her mouth as she could.
Once she had me where she wanted me, she teased the tip with her tongue.
I grabbed her head, holding her closer as little zings of excitement traveled down from my breast to my core.
She pulled off me with a pop, then turned her attention to the other breast, not stopping until both of my nipples were red and swollen into hard peaks.
“Take off your pants and get on the bed,” she said huskily. “It’s my turn to have a taste.”
Usually I was the bossy one in the bedroom, but this worked too. I didn’t mind not having to be the person who made all the decisions.
As soon as I was on the bed Genny hopped up.
I realized that at some point she’d taken off her shirt as well, her small breasts bouncing beneath her as she crawled up my body and settled on top of me.
We kissed for several long moments, our bodies moving restlessly against each other, skin sliding against skin.
Then she shimmied downward, pushed my thighs obscenely wide, and settled between my legs.
I pushed up onto my elbows to watch what happened next.
I thought she’d go straight to business, but instead she took her time, stroking my inner thighs, my labia, my lower belly.
By the time she finally spread me open wide with her fingers and licked her way into my channel, I was shaking with excitement, already dangerously close to going off.
I recited recipes in my head, trying to last just a little bit longer. I didn’t want this to end.
Genny licked me from bottom to top, circling my clit a few times before sliding back down towards my opening.
She repeated the motion again, once, twice, so many times that I lost track.
All my attention was focused on the connection between her tongue and my pussy.
She altered the pace and the pressure, keeping me guessing.
When she bit down on my clit I yelped in surprise, my hips punching upward instinctively.
She went back to licking me, flattening her tongue and adding pressure. I rolled my hips up and tugged on her hair, desperate to get her where I really needed her. This time when Genny bit down on my clit, I lost it.
“Genny!”
My back arched as I screeched her name. I thrashed on the bed mindlessly as I came, eyes closed, mumbling things that might have been words, I didn’t know for sure. Through it all, Genny continued working me over with that talented tongue.
When I couldn’t take any more, I tugged on her hair and sagged into the mattress with a deep sigh. She lifted her head, resting her chin on my belly as she watched me come down from my orgasm. I stretched one arm out, gesturing with my fingers.
“Come closer.”
She obliged, scooting up until she could rest her head on my shoulder. I rolled her towards me, my arms tight around her as I tried to process what had just happened.
“Should I go?” she mumbled sleepily a few minutes later.
I frowned. “What? Go where?”
“I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to sleep over,” she said, with a rare show of vulnerability. My little princess was normally quite self-assured, but as she tilted her head to look at me I could see that my answer mattered to her more than she probably wanted it to.
“Stay here with me,” I ordered, my arm tightening around her. “Please.”
She burrowed against me with a sigh, and within minutes her breathing changed, letting me know that she’d fallen asleep. Sleep eluded me for a long while. I stared up in the darkness, enjoying the feeling of a warm naked body next to mine and wondering how I’d recover when it was no longer there.
Eventually I fell asleep, waking up to the feeling of Genny trying to roll out from under my arm.
“Where you going?” I mumbled sleepily.
“I’ve got to use the restroom,” she said.
I started to ask if she was coming back, but I knew instinctively she wouldn’t be. It was already morning and I knew she was an early riser. But was it that? Or did she just want to get away?
I hated that I was feeling insecure. Usually I was the one in control in any relationship.
I carefully guarded my emotions, never letting anyone get close enough to hurt me.
At least that’s what several of my exes had said.
I didn’t know why I was like that. I’d had a good childhood, and my previous relationships had been okay.
No great shakes, but then again, no big heartbreaks either.
Yet I always felt like I needed to protect myself.
The toilet flushed, then I heard the shower turn on. As tempted as I was to join Genny, I wasn’t sure if that would be welcome. Instead I pulled on some clothes and headed into the kitchen to make some coffee.
“Mm, coffee.”
Genny appeared in the kitchen a little while later, her hair slicked back from the shower. She gave me a big smile, and that pinching feeling in my chest that was there when I woke up suddenly eased.
“Thanks for last night.”
She stepped closer, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek. I snaked my arm around her waist, pulling her closer. She relaxed against me, still smiling as she looked up at me.
“That was one of the hottest nights of my life,” I said solemnly.
There was more I wanted to say. That I loved her. That I wanted her to stay with me forever. But I knew what this was going in. There was no reason to make things awkward.
“Same.”
Genny popped up on her tiptoes, dropping her hands on my shoulders so she could kiss me properly. It was fast but sweet, enough to tell me that I wasn’t the only one who wanted more.
When she pulled away to get a cup of coffee I felt momentarily bereft.
“Do you work today?” she asked.
“No, we don’t have any jobs until Friday. I have some billing to do, but I’ll do that from here.”
“Great. I have a proposal then.”
I raised my eyebrows in question.
“You let me stay here for a few more days, and I’ll give you more orgasms.”
“I’m not opposed to that, but you know you’re going to have to deal with your family eventually, right?”
I didn’t understand what was going on with Genny and her family. They seemed to get along well from what she said, and while it was rude of her parents to try to railroad her into an engagement, I had the sense if she’d just talked it out she could have gotten them to back off.
“Yeah. I know this isn’t real life, us holed up in your house like this, but I know that as soon as I leave here, I’ll have to deal with my job and my parents and princess shit and… well, I’d just like to have more time with you.”
She didn’t need to say the rest. That once she went back to her real life I wouldn’t be in it.
I knew it. I would have said it myself. I was too old for her.
She wasn’t even thirty yet, she still had her whole life ahead of her, while I was facing down middle age.
People grew and changed a lot in their thirties.
I was also too middle class for her. Lacking in the kind of pedigree that would make her parents think of me as a suitable partner.
I wouldn’t know what fork to use at a fancy banquet, and I’d suck at making small talk during some state dinner.
While I didn’t care about any of that, Genny’s parents would.
And since Genny cared what her parents thought, no matter how much she pretended that she didn’t, eventually she’d reach the same conclusion.
She and I didn’t fit. There was no future for us.
It made me want to extend our time as much as possible.
“Sure, stay as long as you want. We still have some episodes of Ride or Die to watch anyway.”