Chapter 9 – Jensen #2
She shakes her head, breathless. “No. It all feels good.” Her voice is thin and wrecked.
I smile against her, tasting her on my tongue. She has no idea how that feeds my ego. I could go faster. I already feel like I know her body and what it needs to come. But I take my time, and edge her for as long as I can, drawing out her pleasure.
I pull her clit between my lips and pulse there, dragging my beard across the sensitive skin inside her thighs until she finally lets out a sound—soft, choked, unwilling. The kind of sound she’ll pretend later she didn’t make.
I can’t help the grin that comes out of me.
Catalina thinks she’s cold and believes that everyone else thinks she’s that way too.
But I know better. I know six things about her that no one else does…
and now I know this: the way she sounds when she finally stops holding herself together and relaxes.
The noise she makes when she accepts pleasure.
“So fucking pretty, Doc. Nothing cold about you, is there?”
She shakes her head, her breath breaking. “I don’t like being touched. That's cold.”
“Seems like you’re loving me touching you right now.”
Her eyes are sealed shut, lower lip trembling, thighs holding back from clamping around my head again. Her back bows off the bed when I hum against her clit, her fingers digging into the sheets like she’s anchoring herself to this plane of existence.
"Oh, I... I didn't know," she whispers but doesn't finish her sentence.
"I think you haven’t liked being touched because the people who've touched you in the past don't know what they're doing and haven’t deserved to do it."
She doesn't agree or disagree. Instead, she says, “Right there—don’t move from that spot,” she begs, voice thinner than I’ve ever heard it. I seal my mouth around her, sucking hard, rubbing three thick fingers deep until her thighs quake and the first tight flutters of her orgasm clamp around me.
“Oh… f-fuck…” she hisses, arching into my face, riding my mouth, giving me her whole core. Heat roars up my chest because there’s something holy in the way she comes—like she doesn’t know how to let go until her body rips the control from her.
I kiss her through it—her clit, her pussy, the insides of her thighs—until the shaking slows and she collapses back, braced on shaky elbows.
“Too much?” I ask softly as I clean her up with my tongue, tasting the sweetness of her release. I rub my lips together to make sure it sticks. It’s addictive. She’s addicting.
She’s flushed, a sheen of sweat glowing across her collarbone. Her dark hair clings to her forehead in a way that makes her look undone for once in her life. She’s real. Human. And that red bra—still technically on—does nothing to hide the hard points of her nipples.
I lean forward, unhooking it behind her with one hand. She doesn’t stop me. If anything, she helps, pushing the straps off her arms until she’s completely exposed. I take a second just to look. To admire. She’s smaller than me in every way, but her curves… hell, a man could lose himself in those.
I lower my mouth, licking a slow circle around one nipple before taking the other in my mouth. She gasps—a sound she clearly didn’t mean to make—and her hands fly to my shoulders. Then to the back of my neck. Pulling me closer to her chest.
I lift my head, look in her soft brown eyes, and I know this is it.
The moment everything changes between us.
There’s no walking back from this. I kiss her mouth and taste her properly for the first time.
She freezes for half a second. Like she doesn’t know what to do with the tenderness.
But then her lips part, soft and hungry, and she pulls my face harder against hers.
Her breasts press to my chest, her soaked pussy grinds over the bulge in my boxers, leaving a wet streak across the fabric.
I pull back just enough to look between us and watch. Her body rolls again in a circle, rubbing against my cock like she’s trying to feel the shape of it through the cotton.
“You want that?” I ask her. “You want me to fuck you?”
She nods, cheeks flushed, pupils blown. “Yeah. Do you have a condom?”
I lean back, grab one from my wallet and stand at the edge of the bed for a moment, just taking her in. Naked. Spread out. Not the slightest bit of nerves. Her knees are fanned apart and she's letting me see just how wet she still is from her orgasm.
“Spread your legs nice and wide. You're gonna need to make room for me.”
She moves them wider.
“Good. Touch your pussy. Get it nice and wet for me.”
She slides two fingers through the slickness, rolling across her clit like I asked.
I push my boxers down and watch her reaction. Her eyes go wide when she sees me for the first time. I like that. Good for my ego when I feel like compared to her, this is all I have to offer. A nice dick and a willing tongue.
I roll the condom on, checking it twice, then three times, because I need to be sure I don't fuck that part of this night up, before crawling back over her and settling between her thighs. She lies back, removes her fingers, and locks eyes with me like she’s bracing for impact.
"Might hurt a little, but I promise I'll make it good. You ready, Doc?"
She nods. "Yes. I’m ready. Fuck me, Jensen."