Back to the Future

 

Chapter 11 – Surprise, surprise.

 

Alex found herself waking up as the first rays of golden sunshine gently caressed her naked arm and warmed her skin.  Her left hand lay on the pillow to her side, the diamond that sat there glinting at her playfully as she moved the limb.  She sighed, smiling to herself, she had never felt this good before and it was made better by the strong arms that she felt still holding onto her around her waist.  His fingers gently grazed her stomach as he realised she was awakening.  “Morning, gorgeous.”  He whispered, as she began to turn in his arms.  He pulled back the covers wanting to see her in all her glory; she’d been beautiful by moonlight as the sedate luminosity had touched her skin.  But in sunlight she was radiant, her nipples peaking slightly at the loss of heat from the duvet until she was bathed again in the light coming from outside.

 

One of his hands lightly brushed over one pink nub causing her to sharply intake her breath and throw her head back, her stirring body arching up closer towards his loving touch.  He pulled her closer feeling her now hard erect nipples against his chest as he kissed her neck and nibbled at her earlobe.  She whimpered, not being able to stand what he was doing to her and hoping for so much more.  He turned her over, kissing down her spine to just above the top crease of her buttocks before attacking the fleshy mounds by licking and suckling the soft skin.  He playfully patted her and began rubbing circles over her flesh, her legs parting involuntarily to the sensations he was evoking within her.  He continued his tirade, finally tracing a finger lightly down the crack of her bottom and down into her centre seeking the heat he knew he would find within her.  “You’re so wet, Alex!”  He exclaimed as he fondled inside her, touching her spot, brushing over her clit with his thumb and watching her writhe under his touch.

 

She hitched her knees up under her forcing her body upward and allowing him greater access.  Her hips moved up and down over his finger, “I want more,” she gasped out, he slipped in another finger, “no, Gene, I want you.  Let me sit on you.”

 

“’Ow, exactly?”  He asked, his fingers still slicking her wet pussy as she continued to buck over them, reluctantly removing them when Alex stopped her gyrating.

 

“Kneel behind me,” she ordered, he complied.  She expertly moved herself back onto his lap, reaching underneath her to find his erection and position herself over it.  She took him within her hearing his gasps from behind her as she allowed herself to kneel over his legs.  “Hold onto me.”

 

“Where do you suggest?”  Gene asked.  She looked back at him, laughing at his question.  Seeking his hands with her own and positioning them over her breasts.  She lent her frame back against his chest before slowly beginning to move herself up and down over his penis.

 

“Good?”  She asked.

 

“Yeah, very.”  He managed, attempting to keep his head clear in order to ride this storm for as long as she needed him too.  “Alex, are you close, ‘cause I don’t think I … I can take too much of this, this is prob … probably goin’ to make me come … quite quick.”

 

As if in response, she moved her hand down to her clit and brushed her fingers over it making her body dance for him as quickly as she could.  He playfully pinched her nipples in order to help her and soon she was clamping around him, her muscles jolting as she climbed for the stars, his own orgasm following close behind.  He held onto her panting body as she began to calm down, one arm placed lovingly over her breasts the other round her waist.  His lips at the nape of her neck, kissing and nipping in delight at the soft skin with the still fresh memory of what she had done for him, playing in his head.

 

When they finally were able to draw away from one another with little effort, he set her up against the mound of cushions.  He took a seat next to her, his body hanging over hers as he lent against the bed head and his fingers lightly touching the skin over her chest.  “Alex?”

 

“Mmm,” her eyes were closed, savouring his caresses.

 

“Did you enjoy that?”

 

She nodded, “Why?”

 

“Well, I never thought I’d say this but, you … you know?”

 

“No, I don’t know,” she opened her eyes searching his face for clues.  “What?”

 

“You straddlin’ me an’ me needin’ t’ be quick, so you …”

 

“Oh, that, you can say it you know.  My playing with myself?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Well, I could’ve got you to do that but then I would’ve had to look after my boobs, so either way.”  He looked at odds, “didn’t you like me doing that then?”

 

What could he say?  He didn’t know.  “I guess I always thought I’d be enough on me own.”

 

“Do I detect self-consciousness about your own ability, Mr Hunt?  Because if that’s the case then I can assure you that wasn’t the reason I did it.”  Her tone dropped to almost a whisper yet seductive, “I did it because I wanted to make sure that you came as a result of my vagina tightening around you,” she noticed him colouring at her forthright choice of words, she carried on, “squeezing you as you were inside me and I wanted to come over your penis not your fingers.  Does that make sense?  I did it for you.”

 

He drew her closer, “for me, you did it for me.”

 

She nodded, kissing his cheek.  “Have you never done anything like that before?”

 

“No, normally a straight missionary man meself, apart from when you and I met the first time and then you sat on top of me, like last night.”

 

“You didn’t even experiment with your wife?  I mean you weren’t doing too bad yourself when you turned me over and played with me.”

 

“No.”

 

“Wow, I mean I like missionary … with a twist.  Gene, if there is ever anything you want to try then just ask me, ok?”

 

He nodded, “like what?”

 

“Like a quickie on the kitchen worktop, or doggy style or even if you want us to just enjoy making each other come rather than intercourse, or make ourselves come.”

 

“You mean, you’d touch yourself for my enjoyment, if I asked you t’?”

 

“Yes, of course, we both need to find out what entices the other and we don’t want to be stuck constantly doing the same things in 20 years, do we?”  His gaze told her she was getting through to him.  And as for playing with myself, well, I’ve lived on my own for a while you know and I have desires, like the next person.  It’s not like I haven’t.  Besides, the last few times have been because I was thinking about you.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Yes, but I was so convinced that you’d never want to see me again …” She looked away.

 

“Alex, you never ‘ave t’ think that again.”  He brought her face to look back at his, his thumb at her chin.  They stayed silent for a moment, Gene had been mulling over what she’d said and suddenly had the desire to ask Alex a question.  He smiled wickedly, “so ‘ave you ever done that anywhere other than in your bedroom?”

 

“Yeah, I’ve done it in the bath.”

 

His eyebrows rose, “do you fancy showing me?”

 

“What, right now?”

 

He nodded getting up off the bed and holding his hand out to her, she took it allowing him to pull her up toward him.  She kissed him before walking backwards to the bathroom door and opening it behind her.  She took a look over her shoulder, the bath was a good size, and both of them would fit in it.  Putting two fingers in her mouth she sucked on them, making them wet and as she stood in the doorway she traced those fingers over her body, enticing her nipples to tighten and peak before following a path down the centre of her body to the beginning of her core, allowing her fingers to just enter the top of her bush.

 

Gene’s eyes were as wide as plates as he felt his body begin to respond to the sight of her touching herself evocatively.  It was like he was watching his own porno.  She disappeared into the room, signalling for him to follow her with a crooked finger.  Light suddenly spilled into the room beyond as he slowly crossed the distance, realising she’d opened the blinds.  He found her laying in an empty bath, one leg hooked up over the edge as she traced more touches over her body delighting in her own caresses.  Her eyes opened momentarily, “you know I’m going to want you after this, don’t you?”  Her voice husky.

 

“I did ‘ope you would.  Is there anythin’ I can do?”

 

“No, just sit back and enjoy, and when I’ve come, start filling the bath with water, then get in.”

 

“Yes, ma’am!”  He exclaimed jokingly as he sat on the wooden floor above the sunken tub and continued to watch her, his arousal becoming even more evident with the gentle bounce of her breasts from her continuing performance for him.  She deftly picked up her own pace as her fingers grazed over her clit and swiftly delving inside her wet centre, she writhed and he could smell her musky odour as she got nearer to her climax, suddenly over the edge again, panting deeply and causing a current within the bubble induced water that he was beginning to fill the bath with.  He got in, scooping her body up and sitting her a little further up the bath so that they would both be comfortable.  “Do you want me,” he asked, kissing over her breasts and stomach as the water reached higher and her own arousal was evident once more.

 

“Yeah, you see I can arouse myself and orgasm but it’s never as good as having the real thing.”

 

He smiled at her as she folded her legs around his hips and allowed him entry once more, “so, nothin’s better than the real thin’ then?”

 

“Mmm, especially when it’s the ‘bigger in every department, Gene Genie’,” she blurted out.

 

“What?”

 

“That’s what you used to tell me, before we slept together the first time.  I do believe that that was one of your chat up lines, to get women to sleep with you anyway.”

 

“Oh, don’t remember that.”

 

“No, thought you didn’t somehow.  Gene?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“I’m glad you’ve asked me to become Mrs Hunt?”

 

“Why?  ‘Cause I’m the only one that can satisfy your every need?”  He questioned, his rhythm increasing, loving the feel of the soapy water around his penis as he happily slipped in and out of Alex.

 

“No.  Because I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life without you.  I love you.  Oh, god, Gene, don’t stop now!”

 

“Got no intention of doin’ that, love!”  He murmured, as he continued to plunge in and out.  He kissed her ravenously; his hands shaped themselves over her now soapy breasts and down her back.  Her hands were in his hair as they rode on to their mutual peak.  Finally, as they came back down together, Gene had another question to ask.  “’Ave you played with yourself anywhere else, when you were thinkin’ of me?”  He laid a kiss on her forehead.

 

Uncharacteristically, she blushed, her cheeks burning bright red.  Words failed her, she merely nodded.  “Come on,” Gene persuaded, “can’t be that bad can it?”

 

She cleared her throat, finally finding the courage to look into his searching blue eyes, “well, when we were starting to reacquaint ourselves through our meetings in Manchester, there was one session when we went out for coffee …”

 

“Not in the coffee house toilets,” he giggled like a child as her face sobered.

 

“No, certainly not, far too public!”

 

“Where then?”  He was still amused by her reaction.

 

“Well, when we … er,” his face was expectant, “when we got back to the station I went back to my office, told Barbara I wasn’t to be disturbed and locked the door.”  She half smiled, her face still flushed from her confession.

 

“You did it in your office?”  She nodded, “my god, I’ve just had this image of you in black leather doin’ exactly that?”

 

“Black leather?”  It was his turn to nod, “I was wearing my grey pinstriped trouser suit, and I had to practically undress in order to do it.”  She giggled, he laughed along.  “God, I felt so ashamed of myself afterwards, that was the first time I’d done that, ever!  The second time was when I finally went to bed that night, I stripped myself and imagined your hands all over me.”

 

“Jesus, Alex, I’ve now got three fantasies to play out.  The first one seems tame by our latest encounter, taking you to your bed.  The second, seeing you coming for me, as you’re lying on that sofa in your office semi naked.”

 

“And the third?”  She asked as she realised he’d stopped on his train of thought.

 

“The third one we’d have to think ‘bout ‘ow we could get away with it, see I ‘ave a confession to make too.  I ‘ave this doodle I did, just after we got back from our jaunt out t’ the coffee shop.  I was takin’ you over my desk probably at just ‘bout the same time you were thinkin’ of me,” his eyebrows shot up as she continued giggling.  “Mind you, there’s something else I’d like …” Deliberately he left his sentence hanging.

 

“What’s that then?”

 

“I wouldn’t mind a replay of our encounter at Lyme Park.”

 

 

.oOo.

 

 

“Molly, come away from the window, please?”  Evan White shouted at his god daughter.  He was exasperated enough that Alex had left him to look after Molly again whilst she went off undercover, let alone the fact that the girl was beside herself with her consternation of why her mother hadn’t yet come home.

 

“I just want her home, Evan.  She’s supposed to be back today.”

 

“I know, but she’s probably not going to be back until teatime, I shouldn’t think.  She’s probably debriefing someone right about now.”

 

Molly pulled herself up from the window seat in the bay window of Evan’s living room.  They’d stayed at Evan’s for a couple of weeks when they’d first arrived back in London but Molly was never that happy when she was there, the only place she really loved was sitting in that window regardless of whether she was waiting for her mother or not.  She was also very bored.  It didn’t help that Evan was sat at his table going over notes for countless cases that he was due to try.  “I hate it here,” she exclaimed.

 

Evan put his pen down from his note taking.  He turned in his chair and looked at the little girl that was now sat in a chair in front of the television.  She flicked through the hundreds of channels, not stopping on anything long enough to see what it was but instinctively knowing she wasn’t going to be interested in it.  “What do you mean?”  He asked civilly.

 

“I was making some really good friends in Manchester, really honest too, not like the ones I left behind.  And then mum has to have an argument with dad and move back here.”

 

“Molly, sometimes things don’t always work out for the best.”

 

“But she didn’t even try Evan.  She took everything on face value with her psychology working far too analytically for her to even comprehend what was going on, or want to try to sort things out and patch them up.  She just wanted any excuse to run away and hide from her feelings and get someone else to do the dirty work for her.”

 

Evan looked at her in wonder, he knew that she would’ve picked up some of their advanced language but he didn’t realise how articulate she had become for a 10 year old.  “Where on earth did you hear stuff like that?”

 

“What?”

 

“Analytically?  Comprehend?  Molly you’re far too young to know what those words truly mean surely, but you seem to have a good idea what your mother was up to when she came back here.”

 

“She was so happy after the party, I’d never seen her smile as much as she did when I went down for breakfast the following day and when she’d got a text from Gene, she hadn’t told me he was my dad by then, and she was beside herself.  She did what she could to get me out of the house and then she must have taken hours to get herself ready for his arrival.

 

“When I got dropped off on the Sunday, I went in search of her through the whole house; I wanted to know what had happened.  I found her huddled in the corner of her bedroom, behind the wardrobe.  Her legs where up to her chest and her make up had run down her face with all the crying she’d been doing.  She was still in her clothes, she’d have looked beautiful when he’d first seen her, but she was a mess.  I crawled in beside her and threw my arms around her as she sobbed against my shoulder.  I stayed quiet; realising that she’d tell me what was up when she was ready to.

 

“She finally told me that Gene had confronted her about me, and that things had started to go from bad to worse at that point.  She said that he’d told her he knew nothing of me, but she’d said she’d written to him explaining everything, he never saw her letters.  Next thing I know she’s pulling strings to get back down here and we’d moved back.  I really liked Gene too, and the way he looked at mum when he saw her, well you could tell he loved her, very much.”

 

Evan had to admit, Molly did seem to have hit the nail on the head.  Alex had been running away from a situation she didn’t know she could cope with.  And it had probably had something to do with the way Toby had left her too, she’d guarded herself against being hurt again by the one person she’d obviously thought she could’ve trust above anyone else, only to be let down by his not knowing of her predicament and therefore his paternal responsibility.  And for that, Gene Hunt certainly couldn’t be blamed.

 

 

.oOo.

 

 

Gene stopped his car outside Evan’s house, looking over to Alex as she looked up to the Edwardian villa in front of her.  “I suppose I’d best go and get her.”

 

“Do you want me to come?”

 

“No, no.  I’m sure I’m going to get a lecture from Evan about whether I’m doing the right thing or not but that’s something I should face on my own, his wrath.”

 

Gene placed his hand gently on her arm, “well you know where I am.”

 

She nodded, “yes, look I won’t be long, ok?”

 

“Yeah, go an’ get ‘er.  The sooner you ‘ave the sooner the three of us can get on like a real family.”

 

She smiled, leaning over to him and kissing him fully on the lips.  He drew her closer, lingering with his tongue gently pressing against her opening seeking its partner.  Her arms gathered behind his head as she lent back against the seat allowing him to press himself against her yearning body.  He pulled back, knowing that they would do something they shouldn’t if they continued along that path.  “You’d best get in there, I really don’t think you’d want Evan, Molly and half the street watchin’ our antics.”

 

She shot him her ‘I know you’re right’ look and swiftly got out of the car.  He turned on the radio, eyeing her bottom appreciatively as it sashayed up the drive, a vision in lime green.  She looked back to him, very obviously aware of his gaze upon her, their eyes connecting, their mouths smiling.  “Later,” she mouthed, touching two fingers to her lips and seemingly blowing him a kiss by the time she got to the front door of Evan’s house.  He sat back in his seat, only too well aware of what she could reduce him to with one look as he shifted to make himself more comfortable.  At least he had time to recover before she would be back by his side; Molly safely ensconced in the back seat and them all travelling back to her place.

 

 

.oOo.

 

 

Alex hadn’t even had the time to knock by the time the door opened and Molly was stood in the open doorway, a huge grin on her face as she saw her mother.  “Mum … you look beautiful.”

 

Alex smiled, “thank you, now come here kiddo,” she crouched down accepting Molly’s hug as the girl fell through the doorway and into her waiting arms.  “I’ve missed you!”

 

“Me too.  Evan didn’t think you’d be back for a while yet.”  Still safely within their hug, Alex looked up to Evan as he stood in the doorway which Molly had just vacated.

 

He shrugged his shoulders, “you’re not normally here much before.”

 

“He said you might be debriefing someone.”  Molly said.  Alex stifled a giggle, she’d certainly been doing that but she wasn’t going to let on exactly how.

 

As Molly finally let go of her she motioned for them to go in but Evan noticed the car, “upgrade?”  He asked.

 

“No, a friend gave me a lift.  I left my car at home.”

 

“You can’t leave them in the car, Alex.”  Evan said.

 

“He’ll be fine and I need to talk to you both, privately.”  Alex walked into the hallway and closed the door.  Walking into the living room she took the seat that Molly had recently vacated, and ask Molly to join her.  Her daughter climbed onto her lap and held onto her mum as if her life depended upon it.  “I’ve met someone.”

 

“Oh God, please don’t tell me you’ve fallen for one of those thugs you’ve been trying to take down.”

 

“Evan, do you take me for a complete idiot?  You brought me up better than that.”

 

“Well, I should hope I did, Alex.  It’s good to see you in one piece, by the way.  And we’re both fine, thanks for asking.  Although your daughter has just been telling me how much she prefers Manchester to London.”

 

“Do you?”  Alex turned to Molly, brushing the hair from her eyes, watching her daughter nod in agreement.  “I had no idea.  Why didn’t you say something?”

 

“Because you were determined to make things work back down here, and I don’t think you’d have listened to me if I’d told you.  Besides you and dad …”

 

Alex had been thinking about what Molly had been telling her, her focus fell back on her daughter, “… besides me and dad, what?”

 

“You weren’t talking; you were hiding from him, using your solicitor to talk to him, not wanting any contact.  You were willing to let me spend time with him but you didn’t want to yourself.  Whatever I’d said wouldn’t have made any difference.”

 

“Oh, Molly.  I’m so sorry, I made such a mess of things but I’ll make up for them I promise.”

 

“Ok.  Mum?  What’s that?”

 

Alex looked to where Molly’s fingers were now travelling over the bright diamond that sat on her wedding finger.  “I … er … well, oh …”

 

“Is that an engagement ring, Alex?”  Evan asked incredulously.  “You go undercover, fall in love and get engaged in what two weeks.  I taught you much better than that.”

 

“It was more like two days actually.”  Said Alex, truthfully.  She pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialled.  “Think you better get in here.”  She smiled at both Molly then Evan.  “Best open the door, Evan.”

 

Evan walked back into the hallway and did as Alex had instructed.  A tall, slightly stocky man in a dark suit stood ready to knock.  His short blonde hair was slicked back and his face was beginning to show his age, much as Evan’s own.  But it was the eyes that gave him away.  “Gene Hunt, I presume,” Evan extended his hand.

 

Gene took it gratefully and shook it heartily.  “Yeah, but ‘ow did you know?”

 

“I’ve seen those eyes look at me a thousand times, seeing as you’re daughter has inherited them from you.”

 

“Oh, I …” Gene looked about him, his hands in his pockets.

 

“I’m sorry, Mr Hunt.  I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.  Come in please,” Evan stood to the side to allow Gene to enter; he pointed out the living room and motioned for Gene to go through.

 

“It’s Gene, by the way.”  He said as her walked through the doorway, relieved at seeing both Alex and Molly.  Molly jumped from her mother’s lap and ran to Gene.  Effortlessly he picked her up and hugged her tiny frame to his hulking chest.

 

She kissed him on the cheek, happy to see him for the first time in ages.  “Hi, dad.”

 

“’Ello, little lady.”

 

“Dad, are you taking us home to Manchester?”

 

“Not just yet, we’ve got a few thin’s t’ discuss first.  Then ‘oo knows.”

 

Evan jostled into the space, “I take it then, Alex, that this is the man you’re going to be marrying.  The man who you made love to and conceived Molly with, the same man you hated before you went to Manchester and then obviously fell in love with but fled Manchester from?”

 

“Yes.”  Alex whispered, her head hung shamefully.

 

“And, you’ve sorted out your problems then, in the last two days, have you?”  Evan asked.

 

“Yes.”  Alex said pointedly.

 

“Good.”

 

“Good?”  She looked up to him, then to Gene and Molly before returning back to Evan.  “What do you mean, good?”

 

“Alex, had I actually been your father I think I would have been ashamed of some of the things you have done in your life, but I can understand why you did them.  You and Gene have obviously worked out the problems that you had and have started to tell the truth to one another and it doesn’t take a genius to work out that the two of you are obviously in love.  I’ve told you before, I’ve only ever seen that look on your face once before and that was when you found out you were pregnant and you were awaiting your knight in shining armour to take you away from the horrible life you had made for yourself.  And with the looks he’s giving you and the way he’s effortlessly taken to Molly … well, let’s just say, amore.”

 

Gene walked over to where Alex sat, Molly still in his arms.  He sat on the arm of the chair, “I love this woman, with all me ‘eart an’ if I’d known ‘bout Molly 10 year ago nothin’ would’ve stopped me laying claim t’ what I believed t’ be mine.”

 

“I know, Gene.”  Evan moved further into the room, “and had you turned up then I would’ve gladly given you up to her instead of to that wretched ex-husband of hers.  You are an honourable man, I’ve said things about you in the past which I shouldn’t have said, not actually ever having met you but I could only go with what Alex was telling me at the time.  And it’s Evan.  I’m both Alex and Molly’s godfather.”

 

“Well, Evan, I know I’m 10 year late, so I’ve got a bit of catchin’ up t’ do, but I’ll do me best by ‘em an’ look after ‘em.”

 

Evan nodded, “I can’t imagine you’d do anything less.  You’ll look after my girls, I know you will.”

 

 

.oOo.

 

 

It was late when Alex pulled Gene from the sofa and up the stairs of the comfortable rented family home that she and Molly had lived in since moving out of Evan’s.  They slowed as they neared Molly’s room and took one final look in on her before closing the door and moving to the master bedroom.

 

Alex walked in first, turning on the bedside light before opening up the bathrobe that she had only just covered her naked form with after she’d finished her bath, it pooled around her on the floor.  Gene had followed her in, closing the door behind him as quietly as he could.  When he turned back to her she was laying in the middle of the bed, her back resting against the pillows, her arms draped over the top of the bed head.  Nothing was left to the imagination as he slowly began to peel off his clothes and left them on the floor where they fell, never breaking eye contact with her.  She traced her hands down her body, around her breasts, down to her belly button, over her stomach, around the tops of her thighs, caressing herself to see his reaction as she waited for him to join her.  When he did she wasn’t disappointed, his arousal evident.  “Are you sure ‘bout this?”

 

Alex nodded, pulling the clip from her hair, which fell down around her face, and placing the clip on the bedside cabinet.  “We just have to be fairly quiet.”

 

“That possible?  I know what you’re like, don’t forget.  Even when we were up at The Cage in the open air you managed t’ scream my name out.”

 

She punched his arm playfully, smiling at his remark, “and if I remember correctly, you did much the same yourself.”  He smirked, remembering that they both had been as animated as each other, but they’d been quick then and, if anything, he wanted this to be slow.

 

He motioned for her to turn over, “first things first.”  He straddled her legs and bent over, his hands skilfully working over her back, shoulders and limbs in a loving, erotic massage.  Alex purred from his attentive movements and when he whispered for her to turn over she let him take control as he continued massaging away at her upper torso and down her arms, hands and fingers.

 

His hands circled her breasts gently kneading around the fleshy parts, watching her nipples peak from his touches.  He continued over her nipples, barely touching each peak with his palms as he watched her wriggle underneath him.  One hand found its way down to her stomach whilst the one kept up its taunt on her bud.  The first time his mouth made contact with her body was when he covered her other nipple with it and began to kiss, nip, and lick at the taut nub.  She ached for his touch, he could tell, her body arched upward wanting to feel more from him as he continued on his journey toward her satisfaction.

 

Once he was satisfied that her breasts had had enough pleasure for the time being he lay gentle kisses down her centre reaching her belly button and replacing his hands there with his mouth, placing more hot fervent kisses there, licking at the lavender scented skin he found.  His hands moved further down, exploring the soft downy covered mound and seeking the folds that lay beneath.  One hand found her clit, brushing over it with slow even strokes as one finger on his other hand tentatively pushed onward into her gap seeking out her wetness.  Her silky skin was soaking and he sucked in a breath, sucking the skin of her stomach in response.

 

He needed her to come, come over his tongue so that he could taste her nectar.  He kissed further down, and then licked his way through her bush to find her wet core beneath.  He explored the folds first, lovingly caressing them with his kisses and tongue.  He sought out her clit, rapidly moving his tongue from side to side as he gently nudged it to carry her further on into her ascent.  One hand reached up to cup and cover a breast, twisting and tweaking the bud as he delved deeper into her core knowing he’d found her pleasure centre when she bucked against him.  His other hand was at her clit keeping her writhing.  “Gene,” she let out quietly, “I’m coming.”

 

He knew she was, he could tell she was beginning to clamp around him, he sensed that she was getting progressively wetter with every further push of his tongue into her, going as deeply as he could and hitting her g-spot as often as he could.  Her profuse movements and heightening response to him only increasing the awareness that he had to hold on for her as long as he could.  His hands went to her hips holding her on one plane so that he could keep doing his job for her, never letting up even when he heard her sudden panting and ragged breathing as she crashed over the edge into ecstasy.  Her body slowed, as did he, sucking from her cup until she was still beneath his touch.  He sat up, “Alex?”

 

Her hands were over her face as she tried to control her breathing.  “Alex, are you ok?”  He asked crawling up the bed to her.  She nodded.  “Are you sure?”  She nodded again.  He pulled her hands from her face; she was smiling and biting her bottom lip.  Her body hadn’t moved and he raked his eyes over the quivering wreck of a woman that he had just lovingly caressed to orgasm.  Her legs were still apart as one of her hands went down and covered her pussy.

 

“Oh my god.”

 

“Was that good?”

 

“Good, that was amazing.  I’ve never seen stars like that before in my life.”  He met her gaze.  “Gene, I can honestly say you surpassed yourself there, that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

 

He lent down and kissed her, long and hard.  “Can you move?”  He sniggered.

 

“Not yet, I think I’m paralysed at the minute.”

 

“Good, that means I can have my wicked way with you.”

 

“I suppose so, it’s not like I’m in a position to stop you is it.  Be my guest.”

 

He pulled her up to sit and then kneel, bodily moving her to kneel in the opposite direction as he took a sitting position against the bed head where she had just been, his legs out in front of him.  He pulled her over him, putting his fingers to her folds and checking that she was still wet, coaxing her into life again before getting her to straddle over his cock, “are you ready for me?”  He asked, waiting for her response.  She gave it, allowing him to move her into position.

 

“Wait,” she whispered, her hand reaching between her legs and finding his erection.  She caressed up and down the shaft as she teased herself with the end of his cock feeling herself pooling.  She ran her thumb over his tip and he shuddered at her touch.  She guided him into her, only allowing him to enter her bit by bit as she began pumping his penis with her hand.  His head fell back and his eyes closed, lost to the enjoyment she was evoking within him.  Finally he was fully into her as far as he could go and as she knelt over him he brought his legs up behind her, making sure that she had all of him.  She moved her hips, his hands guiding her with every stroke she took, his hips moved in time with hers and soon they were following each others lead climbing the ladder once more.

 

He drew them closer together, he could feel her nipples brushing up and down his chest as she rocked, sometimes making a connection with his own and making him climb higher with the sensation it evoked.  She was near again, he could tell, he pushed on allowing her to fall back slightly as her hand found its way behind her and down to his balls, she caressed them and felt underneath to his g-spot rubbing the tip of her finger over it to get him to react quicker.  He pulled her back to him as he felt himself release inside her, her own body helping him by clamping around him and washing more of her juice over his penis.  His head found the crook of her neck, kissing at the flesh in order to stop himself from calling out.  He kissed up to her earlobe.  “Oh Alex, I love you.”

 

Her hands had been in his hair whilst they’d both come, and she drew her head to his ear.  “Gene, I love you.  I can’t wait to marry you.”

 

“Me neither.”  He pushed them both down into the bed and under the covers.  They held onto one another for as long as they were able, finally allowing sleep to take them, Alex drifting off first.  Gene kissed her forehead, “Well, that’s the first fantasy played out.  I’ll see you in the mornin’, love.”  He said, before he drifted off as well.