15. Kiara #2
I reach for him, pulling at his shoulders. “I need you inside me. Now.”
He stands and strips off his jeans. He’s not wearing anything underneath, and his cock springs free, the head flushed and leaking. I stare at it, remembering how it felt inside me, remembering how perfectly he filled me.
He climbs onto the bed and covers my body with his. The weight of him pressing me into the mattress is grounding, real. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer.
“I need to tell you something,” he says.
I freeze. “What?”
“There hasn’t been anyone else.” He looks into my eyes, and I see nothing there but raw honesty. “Not since you. Not once in five years.”
“What?” I can’t process what he’s saying. “You haven’t...”
“No one.” He swallows hard. “Fuck, Kiara. How could I? When you were the only one I wanted. When every woman who looked at me made me feel sick because she wasn’t you. When I couldn’t close my eyes without seeing your face.”
I stare at him. My heart is pounding so hard I can hear it. “Five years?”
“Five years.” He kisses my forehead. My cheek. The corner of my mouth. “Just my hand and the memory of you. That’s all I’ve had. That’s all I’ve wanted.”
“Jensen.” My voice breaks on his name. “I haven’t either.”
He goes completely still above me.
“What?”
“I tried.” I reach up and touch his face.
“I went on dates. A few times, when Kieran was with my sister and I thought maybe I should try to move on. I told myself I needed to get over you. I told myself it’d been long enough.
” I swallow hard. “But nothing clicked. No one felt right. I’d sit across the table from some perfectly nice man and all I could think about was how his laugh was wrong.
How his hands were wrong. How I didn’t want him to touch me because his touch would never feel like yours. ”
A sound rumbles in his chest. Low. Possessive. Almost animal.
“No one else touched you?”
“No one.”
“No one else kissed you?”
“A few goodnight kisses. Nothing more. I couldn’t stomach anything more.”
“Good.” He kisses me hard, fierce, his teeth catching my bottom lip. “Good. Because you’re mine. You’ve always been mine. And I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure you never want anyone else.”
He reaches between us and positions himself at my entrance. The head of his cock presses against me, hot and thick.
“Look at me,” he says.
I open my eyes. He’s right there, his gaze burning into me.
“I love you,” he says. “I have always loved you. I’ll never stop loving you. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Say it back.”
“I love you.” The words come out on a sob. “I love you, Jensen. I never stopped. Even when I hated you, I loved you. Even when I told myself I was over you, I loved you.”
He pushes inside me.
I cry out. The stretch of him, the fullness, the feeling of being connected to him after so long apart. It’s overwhelming. It’s everything. He fills me completely, perfectly, like he was made for me.
He stills when he’s fully seated, giving me time to adjust. His forehead drops to mine. His breath comes in ragged gasps against my lips.
“Fuck.” His voice is wrecked. “You feel so good. So tight. So wet. I forgot how perfect you feel around me.”
“Move.” I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper. “Please, Jensen. I need you to move.”
He starts slow. Long, deep strokes that drag against every sensitive spot inside me.
He pulls almost all the way out, the ridge of his head catching on my entrance, then pushes back in with agonizing control.
Each thrust is deliberate, measured, hitting places inside me that make sparks dance behind my eyes.
“More.” I dig my nails into his back. “Harder. I need more.”
He speeds up. His hips snap against mine, driving into me with a force that makes the headboard knock against the wall. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, wet and rhythmic, punctuated by my moans and his grunts.
“That’s it.” His voice is low and rough, strained with effort. “Take all of me. You were made for me, Kiara. This pussy was made for my cock. No one else. Just me.”
He reaches between us and finds my clit with his thumb. He circles it in time with his thrusts, pressing just hard enough to make me gasp.
“Those men,” he growls, driving into me harder. “The ones you went on dates with. I want to kill every single one of them for even thinking they could have you.”
“They didn’t have me.” I’m panting, barely able to form words. “No one had me. Only you.”
“Only me.” He pounds into me faster, his thumb working my clit relentlessly. “Only ever me. Say it again.”
“Only you. Only ever you. Jensen, I’m close...”
“I know you are. I can feel it.” He shifts his angle, and suddenly he’s hitting a spot that makes my whole body seize. “I can feel this pussy squeezing me. Trying to milk my cock. You want to come, don’t you?”
“Yes. God, yes. Please...”
“Then come.” He slams into me hard enough to make me see stars. “Come on my cock. Let me feel it.”
I scream his name, my nails raking down his back, and he groans in response.
“Fuck.” His rhythm falters. “Fuck, Kiara. I can’t... you feel too good... I’m going to...”
“Inside me.” I grab his face, force him to look at me. “Come inside me. I want to feel you.”
He groans, a sound that comes from somewhere deep in his chest. His thrusts become erratic, desperate, chasing his release.
“I love you,” he gasps. “I love you so fucking much.”
He slams into me one final time and comes. I feel him pulse inside me, feel the hot rush of him filling me up, and it triggers another wave of pleasure that crashes through me.
He collapses on top of me. His weight presses me into the mattress, his heart pounding against my chest. We’re both breathing hard, both shaking, both clinging to each other.
“That was...” He lifts his head. His eyes are dazed, unfocused. “I don’t have words.”
“Me neither.”
He rolls onto his side, pulling me with him, keeping himself inside me. He doesn’t want to break the connection. Neither do I.
“I’ve missed you,” he says quietly. “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed us.”
“I’ve missed you too.”
He kisses my forehead. My nose. My lips.
“I’m never letting you go again,” he says. “Whatever happens. Whatever we have to face. I’m staying. Forever.”
I press my face into his chest and breathe him in.
“I know,” I whisper. “I know.”
We lie there in the tangled sheets, wrapped around each other, his softening cock still inside me, listening to each other breathe.
From down the hall, a small voice calls out. “Mama?”
We freeze.
I look at Jensen. He looks at me. For a moment we just stare at each other, caught, panicked.
Then I start to laugh.
The laughter bubbles up from somewhere deep inside me, helpless and real. Jensen’s face breaks into a grin, and then he’s laughing too, both of us shaking with it, our foreheads pressed together.
“Perfect timing,” he whispers.
“He has a gift.”
“Mama?” Kieran’s voice is louder now, more insistent. “Where are you?”
“I’ll be right there, sweetheart.” I press a quick kiss to Jensen’s lips. “Don’t move.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
I slip out of bed, grab a robe from the closet, and pad down the hall to check on our son. He’s sitting up in bed, clutching Victor, his hair sticking up in all directions.
“I woke up,” he announces.
“I see that.”
“Is the tall man still here?”
I hesitate. “Yes.”
Kieran nods, satisfied. “Good. Can he come say goodnight?”
My heart clenches. “I’ll ask him.”
I go back to my room. Jensen is sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling on his jeans.
“He wants you to come say goodnight.”
His face softens. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
We walk down the hall together. Jensen goes in first, crossing to Kieran’s bed while I hover in the doorway.
“Hey, buddy.” Jensen sits on the edge of the mattress. “I heard you woke up.”
“I did.” Kieran rubs his eyes.
Jensen reaches out and adjusts the blanket, pulling it up to Kieran’s chin. “You should get some more sleep. Your body needs rest to finish getting better.”
“Will you still be here when I wake up?”
Jensen looks at me. I nod.
“Yeah, buddy.” His voice is thick. “I’ll still be here.”
He leans down and presses a kiss to Kieran’s forehead. Kieran’s small hand reaches up and pats Jensen’s cheek.
“Goodnight, tall man.”
“Goodnight, buddy.”
Jensen stands and walks toward the door. He pauses beside me, and I take his hand, pulling him out into the hallway. I push Kieran’s door mostly closed, leaving it open a crack.
Then I turn to Jensen and kiss him.
He kisses me back just as fiercely. His hands grip my hips, pulling me against him, and I feel him hardening again through his jeans.
“Bedroom,” I whisper against his mouth. “Now.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice.