Chapter Twenty-Two

Hailey

We say goodbye to Darla and Brody, walking out. Lost in our own thoughts, we remain quiet on the way to his house. Butterflies fill my stomach, my heart feels like it’s going to explode in my chest, my body aware of every time his hand touches me as he drives. From the way his thumb moves on my thigh to the way he picks up my hand and brings it to his lips.

Parking the car, he looks over at me, and I smile. My hand reaches for the handle to open the door, and I step out of the truck. Jensen walks around the back of the truck to my side. I turn to look at him, but he backs me up against the truck. The cool metal on my back causes me to arch into him a bit. His hands bury in my hair, and he pulls my face to his, his lips on mine, his tongue dancing with mine. The kiss leaves me wanting so much more, aching for him, aching for his touch. We walk with his arm around my neck and my arms wrapped around his waist, and when we reach the front door, he reaches into his pocket to get the keys out. Opening the door, only a dim light glows as we walk across his house to his bedroom. A bedroom I’ve been in about a hundred times now, but knowing what is to come makes my palms start to sweat.

He stops us when we get to the doorway of his room and turns me toward him. He leans in and kisses my bare shoulder, the prickle of his beard making me shiver. “There is no pressure; there is no rush,” he tells me, trailing kisses from my shoulder to my neck. “It’s just me and you.” He kisses up my neck. My palms lie flat against his chest, and I feel his heart beating almost as fast as mine. “I want you,” he whispers as his tongue trails up and down my neck, “but at any time.” He sucks a bit, and I arch my back into his touch. He stops kissing me and looks at me, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. “We go at your pace,” he says, looking into my eyes. “I don—” My hand stops him from talking.

“Nothing in this world can stop this from happening. There is nothing in this world I want more than to be with you”—I inhale—“completely with you.” I move closer to him, our chests connected, the heat from both of us seeping into each other. I wrap my hands around his neck, giving myself a little bit more courage, our hearts beat against each other, his hands on my hips. “So are you going to kiss me or not?” I smile as the words come out, but then his lips crash into mine. His hands grab my ass, pulling me to him. Turning me, he backs me into his room until the back of my legs hit the bed, our mouths never leaving each other. My hands roam down the front of his chest to the hem of his shirt. I pull his shirt up, my fingertips working their way up his six-pack. He trails kisses from my face to my neck, then back up to my ear. The sting from his beard makes one of my shoulders rise up, my hands now pushing his shirt up, but he pulls away from me. Reaching his hand back, he rips his shirt over his head and stands in front of me. I reach for the hem of my shirt, but he pushes my hands away.

“I’ve waited for this for a long time.” His voice deep. “So many times, I wondered what you were wearing and wanted to reach under your shirt.” His hands caress my smooth stomach. Looking down, I see his hands under my shirt, feel his hands move up to my breasts, my chest going up and down as I wait for the moment his hands cup me. His palms finally cover my breast, and I feel his heat through the lace bra I’m wearing. My nipples peak as my hips move forward to feel his hardness. “Fuck,” he hisses when his hand goes to my back and he feels the lace. I cross my arms in front of me, pulling the shirt over my head. I stand there in front of him in my lace bra. Both his hands now go to my breasts, and I look down, seeing his tanned hands on my white skin. “Fits perfectly,” he says as he leans down to take a pebbled nipple into his mouth, lace and all. My hand goes to his head while I throw my head back, my senses gone now. He repeats the same thing with the other one. My nipples get harder with the wetness and the cool air. “I have to see you,” he hisses and looks like he is going to rip the bra off. I turn around, showing him the back. He groans when he sees the satin crisscross down the middle of my back with a bow tied at the end. He gently pulls the string, undoing the bow, his fingers pulling the satin away till the bra falls to the floor. Turning, I stand in front of him. I look down at myself, my full b cup size, my nipples a dark pink as they pebble. I watch him looking down at me, his hands coming up to cup them in his hands. His eyes never waver from his hands while he rolls each nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The sensation shoots straight to my core, my stomach pulling as it gets tight. My breathing comes in pants as my body wakes for him. “I’m going to fuck these by the time you leave my bed,” he says as he pushes them together, and my eyes close, picturing him straddling me as he tit fucks me, my tongue coming out to lick his cock with each forward thrust.

“Jensen,” I whisper when he bends his head, taking a nipple into his mouth, this time biting it before rolling it with his tongue. He trails his tongue down the center of my chest to my stomach. Getting on his knees in front of me, he kisses my stomach from left to right, my stomach sucking in. His hands on my hips move to the front of my jeans and one hand roams over the seam of the zipper.

My pussy clenches while I watch his hand go up and down. My hand’s in his hair when he finally unsnaps the button, the sound of the zipper louder than we are.

The matching white lace panties are revealed when he pushes my jeans down my hips. His face nuzzles into my pussy as his hot tongue comes out to lick my slit through my panties.

My legs start to shake when I feel him. “Jensen,” I plead when my legs finally give out, and I have to sit on the bed. He unties my shoes, throwing them over his shoulder, then pulls my pants off.

He stands up in front of me, my eyes level with his hardness. My hand goes to his button to unsnap it, and then I pull down his zipper. Black Calvin’s are the only thing between me and him. My hand cups his cock as I rub up and down, and he throws his head back and moans.

I lean forward as I suck the head in through his Calvin’s. The saltiness of pre-cum that leaked out hits my tongue. “No,” he says, pushing me down on the bed. He’s looking down at me, standing between my open legs.

He kicks off his shoes, and I prop myself on my elbows to watch him the whole time. “Get in the middle of the bed.” It’s not a suggestion; it’s a demand. I turn, getting on my knees, my thong showing my bare ass to him as I look over my shoulder.

His eyes go so dark, they look black. “You play with fire, you’re going to get burned.” His voice sends a shiver down my body. I lie in the middle of the bed as he crawls to me like I’m his prey. My legs open for him, his hand cupping my breast as he buries his face in my neck, and I feel the weight of him over me. He sucks on my neck as his hunger takes over me. Gone is the soft, gentle Jensen, and in his place is a man who wants to own me.

“I wanted to go slow,” he mumbles between kissing, sucking, and nibbling, the whole time his hand rolling my nipple. “I just can’t.” My legs push back and my hands scratch up his back as the need fills me.

His mouth claims mine this time, his hips rocking into me. My body goes tight, the touches lighting me up everywhere from my head to the tips of my toes. I need him closer; I need more of him.

His hand moves from my breast down my stomach and then his hand slips into my panties. His fingers slip through the folds, the tip of his middle finger grazing my clit, and he easily slips two fingers into me.

I release his mouth to arch my back, throwing my head against the pillow. My hands explore up and down his back while his fingers fuck me, pushing me, making me chase the orgasm. His palm moving side to side on my clit, my stomach gets tight, my hips raise to meet his fingers each time he thrusts.

“I’m goi—” I don’t say anything because his mouth swallows my words, he swallows my groan, he swallows everything. I come on his fingers, and he doesn’t stop; he continues playing my body like a fiddle. My eyes open looking into his. “Jensen.”

My fingers trace his lips now to his cheek while he slips his fingers out of me. His weight leaves me, and he kneels in the middle of my legs with his pants still undone. My legs fall to the side, leaving myself open for him.

He brings his fingers to his mouth, cleaning me off him. “Sweet like honey.” He leans over me to open his bedside table and pulls out a box of condoms. “I drove all the way to Walmart for these so no one would see me.” He opens the box, ripping it as the condoms fall on the bed. His hand snatches one, but I sit up, my hand going on his.

“When was the …” I look at him. “Last time?”

“The day before Julia left,” he answers, and I take the condom from his hand.

“I always used condoms with Eric,” I tell him, “and after he died, I got tested. I’m clean.” His hands come to my face. “I want all of you.”

“Are you sure?” His voice drops to a whisper as I nod. My hands on his hips pull down his pants and his Calvin’s. I look down at him, and I blink, my throat going dry. He’s the most perfect man in the whole world, and I have him.

“Make love to me,” I ask him and lie back down. His hands go to the side of my lace thong as I lift my hips. He slides it down my legs, kissing my knee. He takes off his pants while I watch him. My body’s getting ready for him, calling for him. He crawls over me, covering me, kissing me, then returns to his knees. I watch him when he takes his cock in his hand, rubbing the cock head through my folds. He places his cock at my entrance as we both watch him enter me, my body taking him. He pushes all the way inside me, and our moans come out at the same time. “Oh, my god,” I say as my hands grip the sheets beside me. He pushes into me over and over, and my legs pull back each time so he can go deeper and deeper. He thrusts his hips, holding my knees back; his thrusts get deeper and deeper, get faster and faster, and then harder and harder.

“You’re squeezing the fuck out of me,” he hisses, my eyes still watching us as I get wetter and wetter on my way to the finish line. One hand leaves my knee as he puts his thumb into his mouth to wet it and then opens my pussy to find my clit. The wetness from his finger with the wetness of my pussy makes him slide left to right with ease. “You like that, don’t you?” he asks, my head nodding while my eyes close slowly. “Your pussy gets tighter every time I talk to you,” he says, his thumb now going in circles. “Look at me,” he asks. My eyes open as I watch him, the light sheen of sweat covering his body. “Look at your pussy taking me.” He looks down at himself. “Swallowing me all in.” I watch as I take him, as my body takes all of him. As I push through the finish line, my stomach goes tight, my hips thrusting faster and faster as I grind my clit on his hand. “Come on, Hailey, come on my cock.” His dirty mouth pushes me over the edge. My toes curl, and my hands press his ass into me, begging him not to move. He lets me take what I need from him, lets me thrust my hips up as I come over and over and over on his cock. I come so hard I don’t hear him say anything, but I don’t need to because he grabs my hips to stop me from moving and plants himself all the way in as he comes in me, filling me even more. He falls to the side of me, taking me with him. Our chests both heaving as we try to catch our breath. “I’ve …” I look over at him as he starts talking. “No words,” he says, closing his eyes. “I think I saw stars.” He smiles.

“Good,” I tell him. “Because I definitely saw stars with birds floating around.” I giggle, and he rolls on his back.

My eyes travel up and down his body, his perfect body, perfect pecs, six-pack to die for, and a cock. “Hailey.” I snap out of my trance. “You just licked your lips while eyeing me.”

“Did I?” I ask, shrugging. “I was just thinking.”

“Yeah, did that thought include a shower?” he asks, climbing out of bed and holding out his hand.

“Does that shower include me getting on my knees?” I kiss his cheek as I walk in front of him, and he swats my ass. “Oh”—I look over my shoulder, his cock now up again—“definitely time to get on my knees.” I wink at him as I dash to the shower where he follows me. I definitely get on my knees, but then so does he. When we finally get back to bed, our fingers are all shriveled up and our hair is wet, but we don’t give in to sleep just yet. He takes me again, and this time, I do the riding. I end up falling on him as soon as I come, my eyes getting heavy as he rubs my back. I don’t know how long I rest because I wake with him sliding into me from behind again. We finish and fall asleep, but throughout the whole night, we reach for each other, never wanting to stop. I don’t know how many orgasms I’ve had when I finally drift off as a light comes into the room from outside.

I’m having the best dream ever. Jensen is all over me. I feel my nipples being pinched and rolled, my hips moving. I feel his mouth on my pussy. My hands thread into his hair, my eyes slowly opening, and I see it’s not a dream. Jensen has his face in my pussy as he eats me. His fingers roll my nipples as his tongue flicks my clit. My hands go on top of his as I mimic his hands. I start to pant, grinding my pussy on his face. I’m about to come when he crawls over me and kisses me, my tongue tasting myself on him. “Morning,” he says as he rolls me over, raising my hips and sliding inside me. My chest off the bed, I hold the edge of the mattress while he pounds into me, slowly at first, until I push back on him. He feels my need, and when I throw my head back, he grabs a fist full. One hand holds my hips so tight, I’m going to have his fingerprints, but I couldn’t be happier. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he says as his balls slap my pussy every time he pounds into me. “Play with your clit,” he hisses as his hips push me even farther on the bed.

It doesn’t take me long before I’m jumping over the edge where he follows me.

“I can’t get enough of you.” He kisses my neck when I lie on the bed, tucking my arm under me. “How many times did we have sex last night?”

“Seven,” I say, getting up to grab the covers. “Maybe eight,” I say, tucking myself in as he scoots over to spoon me from behind. “Hmm,” I moan, feeling his chest against me.

“You didn’t count the shower,” he says.

“Sleep.” I yawn. “I’ll make pancakes if you let me sleep for two hours straight.” I don’t wait for him to answer. His soft snore fills the room, so I turn over and bury my face in his neck and follow him into dream land.