Chapter Thirty-Two
“One day,” he grunts between lapping me up and teasing me with his devilish tongue. The stubble on his face only adds to my pleasure. “One day, I’m going to fuck you raw.”
The shock of his words rolls through me, almost sending me completely over the edge. Between my parted thighs with his face glistening from my wetness, he looks up at me.
“I am going to give you all those little babies you so desperately want from me.” Jensen promises before shoving two fingers deep inside me, forcing my back to arch as a moan slips from my lips. “I’m going to fill you so full of my cum, you’ll be able to feel me inside of you for days. I know how badly you truly want that.”
His fingers curl inside of me as he works so precisely, as if he never forgot an inch of my body. Like I had never spent a night out of his bed, never an arm’s length from his touch. I can’t speak, I can’t think as the pleasure begins to build.
“You want to have my children one day, don’t you?” Jensen asks, still coaxing my pleasure with his fingers.
“Ye—y—yes!” The words come out between moaning gasps. The thought of him—having him inside of me with nothing to separate us, to then carrying his children, and spending forever with him—terrifies me and has me begging for release. His name is a constant cry from my lips, “Jensen, Jensen, Jensen.”
“Shh, baby, I will get you there. I will always get you there. You should know that by now,” he promises. Damn, is that the truth. “But I am going to need you to shut that pretty little mouth of yours for a moment and do as you’re told.”
A part of me is annoyed at his dominance, but the other part eagerly waits for his next command.
“You are going to hand me my wallet so I can get that condom out, then I am going to fuck you right here, right now,” he orders. “Just so you know, the only reason I am not fucking you raw tonight is because the look of panic on your face when I suggested knocking you up right now. If I would have said that and you had any other expression on that devastatingly beautiful face, I would have taken you without hesitation or regret.”
Before I could move or deny I felt a slight moment of panic at his words, he shifts to his knees, taking his fingers with him, leaving me needy and starving for his touch. Taking my ankles, he pulls me to him. The abruptness of his actions—along with his words racing through my scattered mind makes my body alert—puts me even more on edge. The pleasure is still building as my orgasm grows closer.
“Then again,” he starts, “you didn’t say no. In fact, after that panic vanished from that sexy face that I want my cock to be fucking so badly, you started dripping for me.” His grin makes me ache for more of him. “Your needy little pussy wanted me, didn’t it? You wanted me in you. You wanted me to come in you, consequences be damned. My dirty little Serenity.”
He breathes onto my thigh as he starts to leave little kisses all over again. One hand dives back down between my thighs where his fingers quickly find my clit. My gasp quickly turns into another moan while his other hand worships the rest of my body. Grazing my stomach, he slowly makes his way up to my breasts. His touch is so light, as if he is trying to control himself. We both know, in this moment, if he tries to fuck me without protection I won’t stop him.
As if he knows what I am thinking, a wicked grin settles upon his face.
“You still haven’t given me my wallet, my sweet Serenity. Am I supposed to take that as permission to take you here and now?”
All I can do is moan when his fingers find the spot deep within me. His fingers move in methodical circles over the spot, and my legs begin to shake.
“Ah fuck, Serenity. Seeing what I can do to you . . . the pleasure I bring you is the most beautiful kind of torment I have ever experienced.”
He leans over me, his whole body engulfing mine as I’m beneath him. One of his hands still in me, causing my body to tremor while the other hand slowly gathers both of my wrists to hold them over my head. He continues holding my wrists, trying to force me to be still to enjoy what he is doing to me. I stop fighting the pleasure and let myself lose all control.
“Come for me,” he commands. Those three little words are all it takes before my orgasm completely overwhelms me. A dark chuckle escapes from him as I yell out in unbridled pleasure. “That’s it, baby. Didn’t I tell you I would get you there?” Jensen croons, keeping perfect pace with his fingers inside of me.
I half-heartedly glare up at him as I come back down from bliss.
“Oh, don’t pout, Serenity. I didn’t say we’re finished.” He grabs his wallet off the nightstand, retrieves the condom, and settles back between my thighs. Before he rips the condom wrapper off, I feel him as his piercing teases my entrance.
Making his way up and down my pussy, I almost lean into it, lean into him. I start to move when he tsks at me.
“So greedy, Serenity . . . always wanting more, and so impatient.” He draws out the word as he takes the piercing running through the head of his dick and begins applying pressure on my already over-sensitive clit.
“Jensen!” I gasp, his name falling so effortlessly from my lips. “If you do that much more—I will be falling apart all over again—before you get the chance—to fuck me.” I pant between words, arching my body toward him.
“Good,” he grits out between his teeth. “I want you to come for me as many times as you can, every time we are together. The whole point is to make you feel good and to show you what you mean to me.”
He teases my entrance again. My next moan boarders on frustration. We both know how good it would feel if he just pushed his way in already.
“You are so wet for me my sweet, sweet Serenity. This pussy—your pussy was made for me,” he growls, shaking with the little restraint he has left. “The fact that I have gone all these years without it—without you—only proves my insanity. I swear to the heavens above, this is—you are—where I find my peace.” He stares deeply into my eyes. “This is where I worship God for making you, because he knew every inch of you was made for me. He knew that a man like me would need a woman like you, who could look past my demons and bring me to my knees.”
I can’t help but blossom at his words, at the way he is looking at me, at how he has me spread before him. He is a starving man, and I am the only thing that can satiate his appetite.
The feral look in his eyes brings me wicked satisfaction, which is what prompts me to lift my legs up, wrap them around him, and pull him into me just past his tip. The look of shock and ecstasy that mingles on his beautiful features takes my breath away.
“Fuck!” He groans loudly, swiftly pushing himself the rest of the way into me, his piercing hitting my g-spot.
Each time he pulls out, he pumps back in harder and faster, until there’s no rhyme or rhythm to either of our movements. We are overtaken by pure pleasure. He starts to lose control, and I know he is close. I have one of two choices, and I better choose quickly: tell him to pull out or allow him to fill me with his release.
He starts to slow, trying to make himself hold off while waiting for my decision. Yet, we have come this far, not to mention I’m also on birth control. The chances are this one time would not lead to a baby. Before I could voice my decision, he pulls out, barely making it before he spills himself all over my lower stomach.
Out of breath, he collapses beside me on the bed.
We look at each other before bursting into laughter, as if we both realize what our little evening could have led to. He sweeps me into a kiss before contented silence settles between us. We continue to come down from our highs and catch our breath.
“Stay,” he starts. “I’ll be back.” Jensen sweeps the sweat slicked strands of hair from my face, before disappearing behind the bathroom door.