Heat suffused us from the warmth of the roaring fire in the grate and the friction we were creating with our bodies. Jensen’s mouth on mine pulled the pin on a grenade, and as his hands dragged my shirt over my head and slipped me out of my jeans, the tension exploded between us.
I forgot that I had once been cold and just marveled in everything that was Jensen Wright. I kissed my way down every inch of his six-pack abs. Then, I unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants to his ankles. He bulged out of his boxer briefs, and I licked my lips. I was one of those freaks of nature who loved giving blow jobs. I loved making a man squirm underneath my ministrations. And Jensen certainly didn’t object when I removed him from his pants and dropped my mouth over the head of his dick.
I licked all around the head and then down the shaft. His hand buried itself into my hair as I took him fully in my mouth. And his gasp made it all worth it. I bobbed up and down on his dick like I was deep-throating a Popsicle. His eyes were hazy and unfocused as I worked my magic. I could feel him getting close, and he grunted.
“Emery,” he murmured to warn me. Proper etiquette and all.
But I had no intentions of stopping.
I sucked him off until hot liquid filled my mouth, and he was shuddering in ecstasy. I pulled back from his cock, braced myself, and then swallowed his cum like a champ. His smile was infectious.
“Holy fuck, woman,” he growled.
He didn’t even wait for a response. He pushed me back onto the fur rug, opened my legs wide, and buried his face between them. I cried out as he lapped at my clit while his fingers dug into my inner thighs. My back rose off the rug as trembles ran through my body. He slowly inched one hand down to the lips of my pussy and tenderly stroked my opening.
“Oh God,” I cried out when he inserted two fingers at once inside me.
He didn’t pump in and out like I’d thought he would, but instead, he strummed the inside of me like he was playing a guitar. My body responded like a harmony.
I tried to close my legs as pleasure hit me from head to toe, but he just forced my legs further apart. Then, he reached out with his free hand and tweaked my nipple. I nearly came right there. My nipples were unbelievably sensitive. And, since I responded so well, he left his hand there, playing with my nipple, until I cried out, and my orgasm hit me full-on.
My legs seemed to have a mind of their own, shaking like I’d just run a marathon.
“I take it back,” he said, kissing up my orgasm-flushed stomach and then to my nipples. He lavished each one with his tongue as I writhed beneath him. “I like your screams as you come better than your groans as you ride me. I wonder if I would like your screams as you rode me the best.”
“Do you want to find out?” I breathed suggestively.
“I want to find all the ways to make you scream.” He nipped at my nipple, and I cried out all over again. “Fuck, woman. Fuck.”
I could feel his dick against my leg, already hard again. I lazily stroked my hand up and down his cock, and it was his turn to twitch at the movement.
“Please,” I pleaded.
“Oh, I do like when you ask nicely,” he said with a grin.
“Then, let me try again,” I said, bringing his lips down to mine. “Please, oh, please, Jensen Wright, fuck me. Fuck me right now.”
He located a condom in his jacket pocket and slid it on before positioning himself at my opening. He positioned himself on his forearms so that he could kiss my lips one more time. My hands rested on his biceps.
God, I want this. I want him.
“I’d like to give you what you want, Miss Robinson,” Jensen said, teasing his dick against my pussy. “I might have to hear you ask one more time.”
I hooked my legs around his back and tried to tug him forward. I even lifted my hips off the ground, but he easily held me at bay.
“I want you inside me. All of you. Until you have me screaming again from your cock and not just your mouth.”
“Fuck,” he whispered and then slid inside me.
I rocked my head back and moaned at the feel of him stretching and filling me. It was perfect. Utter bliss. This was even better than I’d thought it would be. He started moving in and out of me, and I used my leverage to meet his practiced thrusts. He was controlled and methodical, and I was aching for more.
He was devilishly grinning at me, as if he knew how much I wanted him to fuck me senseless. But he held back as he worked me into an uncontrollable frenzy. Until I was right on the brink of the biggest orgasm of my life. Until I was ready to beg him to let me release.
“Jensen, God, please. Harder.”
He picked me up off the rug, and let our naked bodies be silhouetted by the firelight. He held me up in his arms with his hands on my hips. Then, he moved me up and down on his dick as hard and as rough as I had just pleaded with him for. My tits bounced in his face, and his cock drove into me. And, as our slicked bodies were hitting the peak, I screamed out his name into the cold night air. He grunted and came inside me a few thrusts later.
We both sat perfectly still, collapsing in on each other.
“Wow,” I whispered. “Holy fucking wow.”
“You can say that again.”
“We’re…we’re going to need to do that again.”
“A few times.”
Jensen was right. As we spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms, we found that he did like my screams best when I rode him.
Thirteen
Jensen
I came to, holding a beautiful, naked woman in my arms. My eyes jolted awake, as I was unable to believe the turn of events. Not because I’d had the most amazing sex of my life. Or that the person I’d had it with was Emery Robinson. Or even that I was enjoying having her in my arms the next morning.
It was because I had slept.
I had really slept.
My eyes darted to the red alarm clock on the nightstand next to the bed we had migrated into at some ungodly hour last night. But, right now, it read nine o’clock.
Nine o’clock.