escaped me when his fingers started moving inward where he proceeded to gently stroke and tease me over the lacy blue fabric of my panties. The pressure he used switched between tender and firm as he ran them back and forth between my legs before finally slipping beneath the lace. We moaned collectively when he came into contact with my bare flesh, and he continued to stroke and tease me. I could feel my pleasure building rapidly, and I struggled with the urge to jump him. As much as I wanted to finally have sex with him, I also wanted to savor every second. Every touch, every sound … I wanted to remember it all, and it seemed evident from the way Jensen’s eyes moved over my body that he wanted the same thing.
And then I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed him. Now.
With his legs still hanging over the edge of the bed, I slowly inched forward, forcing Jensen to remove his hand from between my thighs as I lifted one leg at a time to straddle him. My fingers moved lightly along his shoulders until they wound themselves back into his hair, while his lips travelled across my warm skin, stopping when he reached my right breast. Bringing his left hand around, he firmly gripped the soft flesh and drew my nipple into his mouth. That same, shameless porn-star moan bubbled to the surface when he swirled his tongue around it. His lips twisted up into a cocky smirk against my chest before he kissed, licked, and nipped a quick trail over to the other side.
Needing more than just his mouth on me, I drove my hips forward desperately while tugging on his hair to force his face back to mine. Even though I expected it to be, this kiss wasn’t as frantic as before; his lips were tender against mine, parting slightly when my tongue lightly traced his lower lip.
With a quiet groan, he deepened our kiss until our tongues slid languidly against each other. I continued to move my hips back and forth above him, and he moaned with what I hoped to God was pleasure—I was assured seconds later when he met my movements with an upward thrust of his own.
His strong hands moved down my back, gripped my ass and pulled my hips against him again. “Oh, God!” I gasped into his mouth, pulling his hair and unabashedly grinding myself down onto his lap again. “I want you so much. Make love to me.”
Jensen nodded slowly, holding me firmly before standing up with my legs still around his hips. I was confused at first until he turned and set me back on the bed. He stood before me for maybe half a millisecond before I was swiftly pushing his pants and boxer briefs to the floor. My heart started pounding with excitement when he kicked off his shoes, stepped out of his pants, and removed his socks.
After his last article of clothing had been tossed aside, I inched my way back toward the headboard so he could join me on the bed. My back pressed against the cool pillows as Jensen climbed up onto the bed, easing himself between my legs. His gaze was intense as he hooked his thumbs into the sides of my panties and tugged them down my thighs. Our eyes remained locked, and I lifted my hips to aid him. The fabric slid smoothly down my thighs, his fingers ghosting over my skin with them. My breath shuddered when I watched him drop the scrap of blue lace to the floor.
With our bodies bare, Jensen lowered his weight on me, and all I could hear was the sound of my own heart pounding wildly in my ears as he began to move above me. His motions were slow— controlled— as we maintained eye contact, and moaned every time the tip of his erection grazed my sensitive flesh. Wrapping my legs around his waist a little tighter, I watched him clench his eyes shut—almost as though he were fighting with himself. In hopes of bringing him back to me, I placed my hands on the sides of his face and pulled his lips back to mine.
Our kiss was slow, but deep, and I met every one of his gentle thrusts with one of my own; and still, I needed more . I pushed my hips up a little
And then I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed him. Now.
With his legs still hanging over the edge of the bed, I slowly inched forward, forcing Jensen to remove his hand from between my thighs as I lifted one leg at a time to straddle him. My fingers moved lightly along his shoulders until they wound themselves back into his hair, while his lips travelled across my warm skin, stopping when he reached my right breast. Bringing his left hand around, he firmly gripped the soft flesh and drew my nipple into his mouth. That same, shameless porn-star moan bubbled to the surface when he swirled his tongue around it. His lips twisted up into a cocky smirk against my chest before he kissed, licked, and nipped a quick trail over to the other side.
Needing more than just his mouth on me, I drove my hips forward desperately while tugging on his hair to force his face back to mine. Even though I expected it to be, this kiss wasn’t as frantic as before; his lips were tender against mine, parting slightly when my tongue lightly traced his lower lip.
With a quiet groan, he deepened our kiss until our tongues slid languidly against each other. I continued to move my hips back and forth above him, and he moaned with what I hoped to God was pleasure—I was assured seconds later when he met my movements with an upward thrust of his own.
His strong hands moved down my back, gripped my ass and pulled my hips against him again. “Oh, God!” I gasped into his mouth, pulling his hair and unabashedly grinding myself down onto his lap again. “I want you so much. Make love to me.”
Jensen nodded slowly, holding me firmly before standing up with my legs still around his hips. I was confused at first until he turned and set me back on the bed. He stood before me for maybe half a millisecond before I was swiftly pushing his pants and boxer briefs to the floor. My heart started pounding with excitement when he kicked off his shoes, stepped out of his pants, and removed his socks.
After his last article of clothing had been tossed aside, I inched my way back toward the headboard so he could join me on the bed. My back pressed against the cool pillows as Jensen climbed up onto the bed, easing himself between my legs. His gaze was intense as he hooked his thumbs into the sides of my panties and tugged them down my thighs. Our eyes remained locked, and I lifted my hips to aid him. The fabric slid smoothly down my thighs, his fingers ghosting over my skin with them. My breath shuddered when I watched him drop the scrap of blue lace to the floor.
With our bodies bare, Jensen lowered his weight on me, and all I could hear was the sound of my own heart pounding wildly in my ears as he began to move above me. His motions were slow— controlled— as we maintained eye contact, and moaned every time the tip of his erection grazed my sensitive flesh. Wrapping my legs around his waist a little tighter, I watched him clench his eyes shut—almost as though he were fighting with himself. In hopes of bringing him back to me, I placed my hands on the sides of his face and pulled his lips back to mine.
Our kiss was slow, but deep, and I met every one of his gentle thrusts with one of my own; and still, I needed more . I pushed my hips up a little
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