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‘What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?’Knox asks.
‘I’m trying to figure out if I need to do some stretches before I attempt to summit Everest,’ I reply.
He chuckles.‘Which part of me is Everest, Halliday?’
I wave my hands in front of me, thrilling when his gaze snags on my nipples.Somehow, they pull even tighter.‘All of you.’
‘If you don’t like it, we’ll stop,’ he says.
And I know he will.Without question.Without judgement.Without complaint.
‘Okay.So I’m going to …’
‘You’re going to sit on my face.’
It’s not as awkward as I’d imagined it would be, positioning myself over his body.Of course it helps that Knox says, ‘I can’t fucking wait to taste you aga—’ then hisses when I grasp his cock, bringing it to my lips and licking the tip.‘Fuck, just like that.’
His moan vibrates across the inside of my thighs.‘Shhhhhh,’ I remind him.‘You’re supposed to be being quiet.’
‘Then you’d better shut me up.’
I’m about to reply when he plunges his tongue inside me, using his hands to pull me backwards, find the angle he wants.
I’ve made a mistake.
I can’t focus on anything else while Knox eats me like I’m his last meal.
His cock twitches against my lips and I realise I’m being beaten at my own game.I start slowly.Swirl my tongue around the tip of his dick.Take a little more inside my mouth.Suck hardest at the top.Bob up and down.Play with his balls.He breaks away from driving me crazy to suck a bruising kiss into my thigh.
I hope it leaves a mark.
‘Gen …’
‘Mmhmm?’I don’t let him out of my mouth or slow down.I want to make him come so badly, my body’s vibrating with need.
‘Don’t stop,’ he gasps.The muscles in his legs pull taut under my hands.My breasts drag along his abdomen.I’m hot everywhere.He gets heavier in my mouth, thickening against my tongue, pressing against the back of my throat.
‘I’m going to come,’ he whispers.‘Baby, you need to get off if you don’t want to …’
I suck harder because the more time we spend together, the clearer it is that I’ll take everything he gives me.
And when he spills against my tongue, my name dropping from his lips like an exultation, I couldn’t be happier.
Knox jerks underneath me, his breaths so loud in the quiet room.I start to move away from him but he grips my hips, his fingers biting down into my thighs.
‘Not before you give me one more,’ he says.He’s so out of breath.Like we’re racing towards the end of our sprint session.His fingers plunge into my pussy and he proves – yet again – that he’s a man of his word.Knox doesn’t stop until I’m boneless above him, body quivering and limbs heavy with satiation, my face pressed into his thigh.‘So good,’ I mumble.
Once I’ve righted myself and found my spot back in Knox’s arms in his silly little bed, cocooned among his deep breaths, you’d think sleep would come easily.
But reality crashes through my post-orgasm high, stomping all over my newfound confidence.
What are we going to do when he leaves in a couple of weeks?
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KNOX
I’m well jack of my mornings with Gen being interrupted by phone calls.
