Page 29 of Jensen

I kneel on the bed, pulling her to lay with her head on the pillows. “Watching you take it from every angle.”

She can’t bite back her smile. I unzip her dress, tugging it over her head. Underneath, her breasts are cradled in a pale blue bra made of delicate lace. My cock is rock hard at my hip as I unfasten it and tug it free.

Fuck, her teardrop breasts are perfect. My head goes completely empty as I dip my head to capture her nipple in my mouth, soft, then slowly hard on my tongue. She moans, arching towards me. Distantly, I know she’s watching me, but I’m too distracted with having the prettiest woman I’ve ever met in my mouth. I release her nipple and kiss down her stomach, stopping abruptly as I reach her navel.

She has a c-section scar between her hips.

Right away, I veer to the side. She’s not the first woman I’ve fucked who had one, and I know some women don’t want to answer questions about them. The last thing I want is to overstep her boundaries and bring up a topic that makes her uncomfortable.

I nip her hipbone. Her toes curl.

“You want my cock in you, baby?” I murmur, shifting up and sliding between her thighs.

“Yes,” she breathes.

I ease her other leg up, cocking it. From this angle, her pussy is just visible in the mirror. It’s breathtaking, soaked, a little swollen. I spit in my palm and wet her entrance, just for good measure. Then, I take hold of my cock by the base and guide the tip inside her. She gasps, eyes fixed between her thighs. I’m watching her reaction, arousal surging in my groin.

Her cunt stretches to take me, and this time, she doesn’t tense up. Slowly, inch by inch, we watch together as I slide inside her pussy. Searing heat, all the way up. She’s so fucking perfect, I have to take a beat. Her inner muscles grip me hard, pulsing. Her head falls back and to the side, watching where our bodies join.

I fit, but barely.

She’s an indescribable feeling. Even with the condom, I’m right on the edge.

It’s something else, something I can’t quite put my finger on, like there was a part of me that was off-center, and now, it’s back in place. But that makes no sense right now. So, I brace my knee and draw halfway out, easing back in with a slow stroke. Our eyes connect. She flutters her lashes, telling me she likes it.

“Watch,” I order.

She rolls her head back over, eyes dreamy. Her hand rests on my side. I think she’s feeling the roll of muscle as I thrust. Whatever it is, I like it.

“You feel good,” she says.

I bend, kissing between her breasts. “You feel better.”

Somehow, we’re kissing again. I go from fucking gently to rutting my hips between her thighs, pumping into her so hard, she’s dripping onto the sheets. Fuck not kissing my hookups—there’s no way in hell I can stop myself. She tastes so good, and the pure energy that surges in me, through us both, when we kiss is enough to make me drunk.

I am. I’m drunk on this woman.

That’s alright. We can sort through everything tomorrow. But for right now, I think I’m feeling chemistry for the first time, and it’s like every cold nerve in my body is alight. A bonfire on a snowy mountain. A signal to the parts of me that never got a chance to light up before tonight.

I slide my hand between us and touch her clit in quick circles, building her with every thrust. She gasps as she comes, a hot breath against my mouth. The stutter of her hips when she orgasms, the sensation of her clamped down on me, is too much. I brace my forehead between her breasts and let my own pleasure roll in like a storm.

She shakes, bodies joined as deeply as they can be, until it’s over. Slowly, I lift my head.

“You alright?” I breathe.

She nods, releasing a shaky laugh. “Yeah, that was…intense.”

It goes from sweet and dirty to awkward. I pull from her and stand, trying to pretend it didn’t get as intense as it did. “Let’s shower. I want to go again.”

Her eyes widen. “How many times are you wanting?”

I glance at the clock as I strip off the condom and tie it. “Until I’m shooting blanks.”

“I don’t think that’s what that means.”

“Let’s just see how many rounds I have in the chamber,” I say, lifting her up and turning towards the bathroom. I swat her across the ass, and she yelps.

“You’re so fucking full of it,” she says, but she’s smiling.