Chapter Thirty-Five
Jensen winks before approaching me. I don’t know if I’m turned on or annoyed by his wink, perhaps both. There’s a resounding clink as he sets the ceramic coffee mug on the nightstand that catches my attention, alerting me to how close he is. Within my next breath, I am once again engulfed by Jensen Dean Adler.
This must be what heaven feels like, I think, being wrapped within his embrace is my heaven. My deepest desire is becoming a reality before my eyes. My thoughts are stolen and a deep rumble escapes from my throat as Jensen traces long, sensual kisses down my throat. I lean my head up, allowing him better access for him to take full advantage. His stubble scrapes along my jaw line, forcing my body into full alertness.
His next kiss is all consuming. I know he’s just as affected from the way his eyes partially close and his expression hazes over. Something within me snaps: an invisible thread where reason and caution once laid is replaced with desire and an uncontrollable need to have him beneath me.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me.
“Need something from me, my sweet Serenity?” Jensen teases. I only answer with a wicked grin of my own as I use my momentum to flip him off me and onto his back, before sinking down onto his lap.
Caught off guard by my movement, he lays perfectly still. “Not that I don’t love a woman who wants to take charge, but part of me is highly jealous over the fact that was obviously not your first time performing that little trick.”
My smile beams back at him. I love how even now—when I am on him in his own bed—his voice carries a hint of jealousy.
“Well,” I draw out the word. “I won’t say I’ve been a saint all these years.” His hands roam over my thighs and under my shorts to tease the line of my panties before snapping them. “Ouch!” I squeal. His hands continue to roam before he grips my ass.
“I never expected you to be, but I won’t lie. I fucking despise the thought of anyone else sinking into that dripping wet cunt . . . anyone else’s hands exploring . . . ” He slaps my ass to prove his point. “But I will appreciate the fuck out of the benefits to you learning those wicked little moves you just pulled on me. I will revel in you, my sweet Serenity. Show me? Be a good girl and show me what you learned.” There is nothing but challenge in his hazel green eyes.
“Is that what you want?” I tease, gently pressing my hips more against him. I grip the end of my shirt, slowly pulling it up, inch by inch as he grows harder beneath me. I watch him, all while he watches me.
“Fuck,” he breathes between clenched teeth just as I pull the shirt over my head.
“Fine, I will show you exactly what I have learned.” Dropping a hand, I palm his cock through his grey sweats. A moan so deep—so guttural—comes from him with just one touch. His eyes fly open, finding mine. We both know he is about to be fucked within an inch of his life. “Strip.” I demand, giving him no room to take control.
He lifts his hips, taking me with him as I pull his sweats and boxers down to his knees, allowing me to reach behind and pull them the rest of the way off. He lowers himself back down to the bed, his erection already dripping in anticipation. Smirking, I shift so I’m no longer straddling him. I lean down to tease his piercing with my tongue as I take my shorts and panties off so I can settle back over his raging hard dick.
I sink down slowly, allowing his dick to tease my entrance, before pulling his length through my wetness. Listening to the whimpers and pleas coming from my big bad military man, I tease. “I thought you wanted me to show you what I learned?”
His only response is a small thud as his head hits the pillow when I allow myself to slowly sink down onto him. Taking him in full until his piercing hits the spot within me, causing my walls to spasm around his cock as I roll my hips in slow, methodical circles.
“Fuck,” he pants, his eyes wide in anticipation.
I can’t stifle the whimpers that escape my own lips. I lift myself up, only to plunge back down, causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head. His hands reach to take my hips, but I swat him away, taking his hands in mine and placing them above his head.
“You move those hands again without my permission, I will stop. I will roll off your perfect dick and make you watch as I take care of myself. Do you understand me, soldier?” I wink.
“Yes, ma’am,” he breathes. He relaxes back into the bed with his hands above his head, his fingers grip the headboard in an attempt not to grab me. As I slow—proving to him that I can and will follow through on my promise to stop—he thrusts his hips in a silent plea for me to start once more. Smirking, I lift myself back up before sliding down his length. I start to quicken the pace, listening to the cues he gives as I find the perfect rhythm. My ass slaps against his thighs as I land each time, rolling my hips to find the sweet spot. Basking in the pleasure, I hit the spot repeatedly before coming all over his dick.
“Fuck, Serenity.” He finally lets go of the headboard to rest his hands on my hips, not asking or allowing me to protest before taking charge. He tightens his grip on me as he lifts me up, only to allow me to fall again. Fucking me at an animalistic pace. He suddenly lifts me one final time, before rolling me to my side. Grunts roll off his tongue as he comes all over the back of my ass.