Page 78 of In the Long Run
She’s too tall standing on the bed, but I’ve never backed down from a challenge.I grasp the elastic bottom of her bra and tug it up as gently as I can, groaning when her tits pop free.
They’re spectacular.Plump and pink and fucking perfect.More than a handful.An exquisite example of more is more.
‘Knox,’ Gen whispers, and I drag my attention to her face.Or what I can see of it, at least, given half of it is covered by the millions of straps that were previously looped over her shoulders.‘Please don’t laugh at me,’ she groans.
‘I would never.Let’s try this.’I band an arm around the back of her thighs and lift her down.Her hard nipples slide along my chest and we both inhale sharply.It’s going to be so good.Not because I’m arrogant enough to assume I can make it good for anyone.Or because she’s so pretty it almost hurts.
It’s going to be good because it’s her.It’s us.
Slowly I untangle her hair and trapped arm from her sports bra straitjacket.
‘Thank you,’ she breathes when she’s finally free.
‘No, thank you,’ I say, loving the way her lips part and her tongue appears, wetting them.
Gen laughs.‘We’re so polite.’
‘I can be less polite, if that’s what you’re into.’
She bites her bottom lip and pulls my pants down in one motion.‘So can I.Oh, wow.That’s …’
Her eyes glaze over and it might make me a caveman, but pride bursts in my chest, flowing through all my limbs.
‘I thought you felt big this morning, but that’s …baguettewas right.’
‘Did you just compare my dick to a bread stick?’
Gen steps into the space between my legs and my hard cock brushes against her stomach.‘But like the biggest one.It’s a compliment.’
I hiss when she runs one finger along the shaft tentatively, my eyes closing as heat races through my body.
‘How do you like it?’she asks, voice quiet.Simple questions usually require simple answers, but right now even saying my name would be a struggle.
I need to get clean so I can give her whatever she wants.
I cup her jaw and kiss her so tenderly that I need a second when I pull away.To catch my breath.Let my heart try to find a normal rhythm.It’s never been like this before.‘Can we continue this in the shower?’
Gen doesn’t answer, just hooks her thumbs in the sides of her tights and pulls them and her plain black panties off.
‘I’d like to do that next time,’ I say, enjoying the way her nipples tighten when I cup her breasts.
I release her only long enough for us to make our way over to the spa bath and overhead shower.Because I’m a gentleman, I step into the cold spray first, fiddling with the taps until the water heats up.Gen presses her front to my back,hands wandering, and I yelp when she finds a ticklish spot on my hip.
Her laughter floats around us, mixing with the steam.I jerk away when she does it again.‘You’re going to get in trouble,’ I warn her, loving that it’s so easy, so natural to be here like this with her.There’s no first-time together awkwardness.I spin us so Gen can stand under the water.
‘Ow!’Gen screeches, leaping away and knocking all the fancy soaps and hair stuff off the ledge built into the marble wall.
‘What’s wrong?’
‘My back,’ she cries, spinning to show me.It’s covered in red welts where her bra has rubbed against her leaking hydration pack.‘Oh my God.This is so not sexy,’ she groans, burying her face in her hands.‘And it really hurts.’
‘How about this?If you stay here’—I position her so her back is against the cool, tiled wall—‘I’ll block the spray from hitting you.’
Gen heaves a big sigh, which does wonderful things to her tits, but I do my best not to notice becauseshe’s hurt.
‘I wanted us to have shower sex and now I can’t even shower.This is so embarrassing.’
‘Hey, hey.There are no expectations here.I’d be very happy to help you get clean.Spending time with you is always the best part of my day.’
