The Innocence That Practices novel · Chapter 3 of 12

Chapter 3: Watching

Genesis lowered her gaze and stared at my cock like someone looking at an unfamiliar machine.

Water ran down her shoulders.

It dripped from her eyelashes.

"It's bigger than I thought," she whispered.

"You already said that on the couch."

"Yeah, but now I can see it."

"And what do you see?"

"That it's weird."

"Weird?"

"Weird and beautiful." She swallowed. "There's a vein here that runs up. And the tip is darker. And it moves when you breathe."

"Genesis."

"Don't look at me like that. It's anatomy."

She laughed softly.

She crouched down.

She knelt on the wet floor, water beating against her back, her face just four inches from my cock.

I braced one hand against the tiles.

"You don't have to do this."

"I want to."

"You've never done it before."

"That's why."

She took it between her fingers.

She stroked it from the base to the tip, squeezing lightly.

I shuddered.

"Like this?"

"Like that."

"Harder?"

"A little."

"And here?"

She ran her thumb over the head in circles, catching the glistening drop.

She looked at it, curious.

She brought her finger to her mouth.

She tasted it.

I nearly fell over.

"Salty," she said, wrinkling her nose. "But not bad."

"Genesis, for God's sake."

"What? I have to know what it tastes like."

"You're dangerous."

"Thanks."

"That wasn't a compliment."

"It was to me."

She looked up at me with those honey-colored eyes and stuck out her tongue.

She licked the tip.

A quick, timid touch, like a cat.

A jolt shot up my spine.

"Is this okay?"

"It's..."

I couldn't finish.

She licked me again.

This time she ran her tongue flat along my shaft, from the base to the top, and stopped at the tip.

She opened her mouth.

And took me inside.

A wet, tight heat enveloped my head and tore a hoarse groan from me.

She went still.

Her lips closed around me.

Her eyes were wide and serious, fixed on my face.

"What do I do now?" she asked, without letting me out of her mouth, her voice muffled.

The vibration of her voice nearly killed me.

"Move."

"How?"

"Up and down."

"How much?"

"As much as you can."

She started moving.

Awkwardly, slowly.

Her teeth grazed me sometimes.

"Careful with your teeth."

She pulled away.

"Sorry."

"No, it's okay. Keep going."

"Tell me when I'm doing it right."

"I will."

She took me into her mouth again.

This time she covered her teeth with her lips.

She sucked gently.

She moved up and down just a few inches, her tongue pressed against the underside.

"That's it," I said, breathless. "That's it."

A gleam of triumph lit her eyes.

She started doing it again.

Each time a little deeper, a little faster, her hand wrapped around my base.

I tangled my fingers in her wet hair.

I didn't push.

I let myself go.

"You're good," I gasped.

She moaned with her mouth full of me, and the sound went straight to my balls.

"Tell me more."

"You're so good."

"Better than...?"

"Better than who?"

"Your wife."

I went rigid.

She let me go abruptly.

She put a hand over her mouth.

"I'm sorry."

"No."

"I shouldn't have asked."

"It's okay."

"It's just..."

"Genesis. Look at me."

She lifted her face.

"You don't have to compete with anyone."

"But..."

"No one's touched me like this in three years."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Three years?"

"Three."

She looked at me with a mix of pity and anger.

"What an idiot," she murmured.

"Who?"

"My aunt."

"Genesis."

"Sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

"Don't apologize."

She returned to my cock, with a new resolve this time.

She took it in her hand, licked it, and sucked, her cheeks hollowing.

She moved up and down with a rhythm I hadn't taught her.

Hungrily.

As if she wanted to erase every one of those three years.

My knees trembled.

"Genesis."

"Mm."

"I'm going to... I'm going to come."

"Mm-hmm."

"If you don't want..."

"Mm."

She looked up.

She held my gaze.

And sucked harder.

I came with a muffled roar, burying my fingers in her hair, my back against the tiles.

She took it all.

I felt her swallow, with a muffled whimper, once, then again.

Until she let me go.

She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

She coughed, laughing.

"That's a lot," she said.

"Sorry."

"No. It's... weird."

"Weird in a good way?"

"Weirdly interesting."

I slid down the wall until I was sitting on the floor, my legs trembling and water running over my chest.

She settled onto my knees.

She looked at me with a huge smile.

She rested her forehead against mine.

"How did I do?"

"You tell me."

"I don't know. I'd never done that before."

"Outstanding."

"Really?"

"Twenty points."

"Twenty?"

"Out of twenty."

She let out a muffled laugh.

"You're exaggerating."

"I'm an engineer. I don't exaggerate."

"Well, I'm giving myself a fifteen."

"Why?"

"Because of the teeth."

"Then fifteen and a half."

We both laughed, holding each other under the water as it began to cool.

She stayed straddling my thigh, her hands on my shoulders.

I felt her warm wetness against my skin, different from the water.

She shifted a little.

Without thinking, I think.

A slight roll of her hips, forward.

"Genesis."

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize."

"It's just... it feels good."

"Do it."

"What?"

"Whatever you want to do."

She looked at me.

She started rocking on my thigh, slowly, rubbing her clit against it.

She closed her eyes.

She tipped her head back.

Her breasts rose and fell in front of my face, glistening, droplets sliding down her nipples.

I took them in both hands.

I kneaded them.

I sucked one, then the other.

"Oh, Edgar."

"Just like that."

"Tell me what to do."

"Whatever you want."

"I want..."

"Say it."

"I want to come again."

"Then come."

She picked up the pace.

Her thighs tensed.

My hands squeezed her ass, guiding her, pushing her against me.

I could hear her wet sex rubbing against my skin, an obscene sound mingling with the rush of the water.

"I'm close," she moaned. "I'm close, I'm close, I'm close."

She dug her nails into my shoulders.

She arched her back.

And she came for the second time, shuddering against my thigh, a long moan muffled by my kiss.

I held her until she stopped trembling.

When she opened her eyes, they were dark.

She lowered her gaze.

My cock had gone hard again between us.

"Again," she said.

"Genesis, your aunt..."

"Five minutes."

"The alarm's about to..."

"Five."

She didn't wait for an answer.

She slid back down onto her knees.

This time, there was no shyness.

She took me in her hand, licked me from tip to base, and took all of me into her mouth, as far as she could.

She gagged briefly.

She pulled back, coughing.

"Slowly," I whispered.

"I know."

"Breathe through your nose."

"I know."

"Use your hand too."

She did.

She wrapped one hand around my base and sucked the tip with her mouth, moving up and down at the same rhythm.

I rested my head against the tiles.

"That's it... God... just like that."

She was looking at me.

With the focused look of a diligent student hoping to get a perfect score.

When I felt myself getting close, I took her by the chin.

"Look at me."

I looked at her.

"Open up."

She opened her mouth.

With one hand, I came over her tongue, her chin, her chest, with a groan that vanished into the water.

She closed her eyes.

She took it all.

When I was done, she ran a finger over her chin.

She sucked it.

She smiled at me, radiant, dirty, beautiful.

"That one was different," she said.

"How was it different?"

"The other one scared me. I liked this one."

My legs were trembling.

I helped her to her feet.

I washed her with my hands, slowly—her chest, her neck, her face—kissing her forehead.

She let me, arms hanging at her sides, warm and satisfied, like a woman who'd just done what she wanted.

Outside, in the hallway, a phone alarm went off.

The six o'clock one.

My wife's.

Genesis jumped to her feet.

She turned off the faucet.

She tossed me a towel.

"Go, go."

"I'm going."

"Go out through the study. I'll stay here for ten minutes."

"Genesis."

"What?"

I stepped closer.

I kissed her on the mouth, tasting myself.

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me. I've still got a lot left to do."

"A lot of what?"

She smiled, her lips swollen.

"I'm going to get my notebook."

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