Page 44 of Second Chance Vacation

“You.” She smirks, a juvenile joke adding levity to the room. It’s nice seeing her relaxed. It’s something I didn’t realize how much I was missing.

I grip her hips, rolling her against me, only a thin layer of basketball shorts between me and her exposed heat. If she is going to make jokes about it, I am going to make her irrevocably aware of what she does to me. A soft moan escapes her lips, and I catch it with my own.

“I need to taste you.” I lift my hips slightly, grinding into her once more.

“Please.”

She crawls off to lie to my side on the bed, shifting her body to face me.

“Come here.” I pull her up toward me, but I am met with resistance. Gen's expression sours as her body tenses.

“N—no.” She shakes her head matter-of-factly.

“Why not?”

“I weigh too much.”

Is this a joke? I bench more than her weight on a bad day, double that on a good day.

“Trust me when I say I am not even remotely concerned about that—come here.” I grasp her hand and pull her toward me. After resisting for a moment, she finally gives in, allowing me to pull her on top of me.

“Jackson—” she says with weariness in her voice.

“Gen—trust me,” I reassure, pulling her to straddle her thighs on each side of my face. Despite my insistence, she kneels with tension, hovering in place.

“Sit.”

“I am sitting.”

“No, you’re not. You’re hovering. Now sit,” I command again. She adjusts her weight slightly, still hovering but less noticeably. However, I can still see the tension in her thighs, clarifying that she is still putting in significant effort to keep her weight delicately distributed.

Absolutely not.

My actions are met with a yelp as I jerk her thighs, forcing her weight down to rest fully on me. She tenses above me for a split second before relaxing into my touch.

“That’s better,” I murmur, my voice muffled as I drag my tongue across her slit, expelling a yelp from Gen’s lungs. The moment I taste honey on my tongue, I let out a groan, the heat from her core shooting straight to my cock. I need to focus. It’s not about me right now. I chase that sound, the pure bliss falling from Gen’s lips.

Every moan she tries to stifle eggs me on further, desperate to earn her pleasure.

“Oh my God.” Gen’s nails meet my scalp as I suck her clit into my mouth, letting the sensitive bundle of nerves dance across the tip of my tongue. It doesn’t matter how many years go by, she is intoxicating, she is my drug.

As her grip on my hair increases, I feel Gen begin to tense. I can tell she is getting close to her release. The tightening of her grasp triggers something in me, spurring me to action. Gripping her thigh, I pull her down further into me as her legs give out, leaving no distance between her heat and my mouth. I swallow every drop of honey her body provides, pushing my middle finger inside her as I latch onto her clit.

With a telltale clench around my finger, Gen’s climax hits her like a ton of bricks as she lets out a guttural moan I’ve never heard from her before, her legs shaking against my cheeks.

While yes, this trip isn’t our first time together, I have never gotten to explore her pleasure like this before. As kids, it was frantic, inexperienced, learning how it worked. I want nothing more than to learn everything that makes her tick physically, mentally, emotionally—if she’ll let me.

What I would give for the chance to learn it all.

“Fuck.” Gen exhales, finally coming down from the bliss that took her over. I can’t help the smirk that brings from me. After a moment, she leans over and presses her mouth to mine, tasting herself on my lips. We linger there for a while, lazily engulfing one another.

A loud grumble cuts through the quiet, triggering me to pull away from Gen with a laugh.

“Was that your stomach?”

I hear the sound again, this time louder.

“Yeah—” She grows quiet, her typical bite replaced with something I've rarely seen from her, causing a twinge in my stomach. “I’ll be fine. We can finish here, then I’ll eat.” She reaches down to the obvious tent in my pants, trying to coax the elastic waistband down.

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