Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
JENSEN
There’ve been times in my life when I was having fun but didn’t realize it. That was disappointing, because I didn’t get to savor it. Tonight, I am having the most fun I’ve had in years, but I know it. And that just makes it ten times better.
She is whatever is on the other side of my dream woman—gorgeous, funny, and unafraid to dish it back.
There’s something else, an aftertaste to her that’s familiar, like somehow I’ve met her before, which is impossible.
I’ve got a good memory. I would know this girl in a second if we’d slept together before.
There would have been no way I’d let her walk away.
I bend in and kiss her inner thigh.
She’s completely bare between her legs. There’s no stubble, which makes me think she’s had laser. The soft folds beneath her clit are soaked, and they glitter under the kitchen light. There’s a freckle on the right side of her pussy. I have the sudden urge to kiss it and tell her it’s pretty.
The whole thing is pretty. Just real fucking nice.
I lick my finger and touch the hood of her clit, drawing it back and spreading her open with my middle finger and thumb.
It’s smooth, flushed pink. My body reacts, groin tightening.
I lean in, flicking my tongue over her pussy and coiling it up to her bare clit.
Her head rolls to the side, eyes closed.
Her breath hitches, a muscle in her thigh quivering.
She doesn’t think I can get her there, I can tell.
In the interim between losing my v-card and tonight, I learned a thing or two, and I spent a good amount of time practicing it. Ten thousand hours makes an expert. Well, I wasn’t keeping score, but I reckon I punched my card for those hours over the last nineteen years.
Her lack of confidence doesn’t faze me. Tongue flat and gentle, I start real slow, warming her up until she’s lifting her ass off the table and dripping into my mouth.
That’s when I know it’s time to slip my fingers inside.
She grips me, pumping around my knuckles.
I find that spot just inside and stroke her until she reacts the way I want—eyes rolling back, lips parting, body shivering at every downstroke.
My fingers aren’t fitting too well, so I switch to one. That works better. Then, I get to figuring out what she likes on her clit. That takes a little longer—she likes the left side best, at a pretty even pace. Once I get a rhythm, it doesn’t take long for her to reach the point of no return.
I glance at the clock over the stove—fifteen minutes.
Her spine curves off the table. Her thighs clamp around my head.
Pleasure rolls through her body and slips into spasms. She leaks out around my finger and stings my knuckles.
Her hand flies down, digging into my hair.
The pain of her nails sets me off, making my cock so hard, it hurts against my zipper.
Fuck, that is satisfying.
I readjust my fingers, going in for another, but she lifts her head weakly.
“Please,” she breathes.
Resurfacing, I run a hand over the lower half of my face. “That alright for you, baby?”
She props herself up. “That was…yeah, that was amazing.”
Keeping eye contact, I run my tongue from her pussy to her clit, cleaning her up. She shivers, watching closely.
“You don’t want another?” I ask.
Her breasts heave under her little dress. “I want fucked,” she blurts out.
That, I can do. Rising, I reach into my back pocket, where I usually carry a condom in my wallet.
Instead, I find what Jack shoved in there earlier; a silver foil packet.
I take it out and hold it up to the light.
There’s a tiny silver dog on it, because of course there is.
I am going to kill that fucker when I get a chance.
“Let’s go upstairs and get a condom,” I say.
“That is a condom,” she says. “What brand is that?”
“Not any brand I want to use.” I toss it on the table and pick her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. She grips my shoulders, ducking her head as we ascend the staircase. In my bedroom, I hit the lamp and dump her onto the bed on her back.
She looks so pretty sprawled out, her thighs pressed together.
That feeling of familiarity passes over me in a wave.
God, I want to get lost in her, to fuck hard all night and try to feel it again and again.
The thought of her leaving is a dark cloud.
I think I’m going to pretend tonight will last forever.
She lifts her heels, bracing them on the edge of the bed.
“Fuck me,” she whispers.
I reach into the bedside table. “You want me to shower up still?”
“No, just fuck me.”
Her voice cracks. Arousal is a pounding drum in my groin.
I pull my shirt off and unfasten my belt, unzipping my pants.
Her eyes follow my every move as I rip the corner of the condom package and take it out, pushing down the front of my boxer-briefs.
My dick is rock hard, and it slaps against my lower stomach.
“Oh my God.”
I glance up, condom on my tip. “Huh?”
Her eyes are wide. Not breaking eye contact with my dick, she pushes herself to her knees and comes to the edge of the bed.
I pull the condom back. She stares. I’m wondering if there’s something wrong.
But then, she leans in and wraps her soft hand around my length.
The pressure almost makes my knees sway.
“Oh,” she breathes.
“You like that?”
She glances up, tongue flicking out to wet her lower lip. “Yeah, a little bit.”
A while ago, myself and a friend collectively lost a bet. He got his dick pierced, and I got a nineteen-forty-nine Ruger tattooed on the underside of mine. It’s not a bad tattoo, though the application of it made me see God. It’s held up despite frequent usage.
“You into tattoos?” I say.
Her brows crease. “The ink is nice, but the rest of it is more what I’m looking at.”
“Thanks,” I say. “How about you flip over, face down, ass up, and let me put it in your cunt?”
She hesitates, so I pick her up and do it for her. Her skirt hitches all the way up, exposing her perfect ass. It really is perfect, round with a hint of leanness and just enough jiggle to shake when I spank her.
She moans, and her toes curl. I spank her again, where her ass meets her thighs. Her cunt tightens, wetness dripping to her clit.
“You know it’s huge, right?” she says.
I brace my knee on the bed, rolling the condom on. Of course, I’ve been told that in bed plenty of times, but that’s standard dirty talk.
“You can take it, baby,” I murmur, taking some lube from the bedside table and working it into her pussy. She whines, spine arching, pushing her ass up. She’s so fucking pretty, I’m starting to feel warm in my chest when I look at her. That’s not normal.
“Hurry,” she breathes.
I position myself, the head of my cock pressed against her cunt. “How desperate are you?”
“Please,” she pants. “I’m so fucking empty.”
My brain hums, and I can’t resist. My hips press forward and she stretches to take me.
It’s tight, maybe a little more than it should be.
I stroke my hand from her shoulder to her hip, kneading the soft flesh, coaxing her to relax.
She does, a little. I grip the back of her neck and push, but I can’t get her to ease up enough.
She whimpers, turning wide eyes on me.
“It’s not going in,” she breathes.
I adjust, pressing her lower and draping my body over hers. “Arch your spine,” I urge. “Try to relax your hips for me, baby.”
She presses her cheek to the quilt. Gently, I push the head back inside her pussy, and she clamps down tight. Alright, this isn’t going to work. I bend, kissing the back of her neck. She shivers, then she melts into the bed.
“Hey, baby, you sure you want this?” I ask gently.
“I do. I want it,” she breathes. “You’re just big, and I haven’t had sex in a while.”
I kiss her nape again. “You sure? You’re tense.”
She doesn’t reply. I flip her onto her back so I can look at her face. There’s a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. Bending, I kiss her mouth slowly, and my dick aches at how intimate it feels. When I pull back, she gives me a tiny smile.
“Maybe I’m a little nervous,” she whispers. “The guy before you…he did a number on me.”
“Would it help if you could watch?” I ask.
Her brows knit. “Watch?”
I extract myself from her and get up, going to the closet beside the bed.
One of the advantages of being the owner of a construction crew is being able to build my house exactly the way I want.
That includes rolling closet doors that flip to reveal two enormous mirrors.
They reflect the room, the bed front and center.
She turns her head to the side. Her reflection gives me a shocked stare.
“What is that for?” she whispers.
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.