Page 91 of A Love That Saved Us

She reaches for me, but I grip her hips and pull her to the edge of the bed, locking eyes with her as I hook my fingers around the sides of her panties.

“Jensen—”

I yank them down and toss them aside without breaking eye contact. Then I spread her thighs and settle between them, my hands locking her in place.

Time to make her feel good.

I don’t give her time to think. I dive in, tongue flicking over her clit, slow and deliberate. She gasps, back arching off the bed.

“Oh my God,” she whimpers, her fingers fisting in my hair, thighs trembling around me.

I grip her hips tighter. “You’re so fucking wet,” I murmur, kissing her inner thigh before diving back in. “You taste unreal.”

I groan against her, devouring her like it’s been years—because it fucking feels like it. I’ve been starving for her.

She cries out, grinding against my mouth, her whole body shaking. “Don’t stop.”

Never.

Not when she’s like this. Naked. Breathless. Fuck… begging.

I flatten my tongue and lick her slow, thorough, then suck her clit into my mouth while sliding two fingers inside her. She lets out a guttural moan, nails scraping into my scalp.

“I—oh my God—I’m gonna?—”

“Come for me, baby,” I rasp, thrusting my fingers deeper. “Let me feel it.”

She does… hard. Six months of ache pouring out all at once.

Her thighs clamp around my head as she cries out, body spasming, a string of half-broken moans falling from her lips. I don’t stop. Not until she’s losing her goddamn mind for me.

“Jensen,” she gasps, breathless. “It’s too much.”

Jesus. No shit.

If I stay down here, I’m gonna come in my pants.

It’s been too damn long.

I kiss the top of her pussy and pull away. “One more, baby.” I trail kisses up her stomach, over her tits, and back to her mouth. My hands follow, fingers grazing her soft skin. “Give me another.”

I kiss her mouth like she’s mine.

Like she never left.

Her hands roam over me, nails scraping, fingers greedy. She grips my hips, presses her thumbs into that hard V of muscle, and I groan. Then she’s unzipping my pants with tremblinghands, pushing them down. I shove them off, boxer briefs too, kicking them away—releasing my hard cock, and letting her see exactly what she does to me.

Her eyes go wide. “Jesus, Jensen. You look so good.”

I chuckle as she wraps a hand around my length, stroking slow, causing me to hiss.

I brace myself above her. “You still mad at me?” I rasp.

She laughs softly, dragging her thumb over my tip. “Yes.”

I lower myself, nudging between her legs. “Good.”

Then I slide into her in one slow, devastating thrust. “Because I plan on fucking you until you’re not mad anymore,” I grunt, hips rolling deep.