Page 50 of One More Chance

“Lie back,” he whispers as he reaches for the condom and rips it open.

I do as he says and watch as he sheathes himself.

Jensen lies down then, pressing his chest to mine, and for the first time, I can feel his dick rubbing against my entrance. He presses his lips to mine, his mouth hungry for me. My hands press into his lower back as I wrap my legs around his thighs, my whole body begging him to be inside me.

“Jensen,” I whisper, and as I say his name, he pushes into me, filling me with every inch of him. I inhale against his mouth.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, rocking back and forth into me. His eyes shut, and one hand holds his weight while the other cups my breast. He presses his forehead to mine. His movements, slow and intense, cause me to feel every sensation. I hook my legs over his, like I can’t get him close enough, all of me needing more of him.

“Open your eyes,” I beg.

Jensen looks at me, our eyes fixed on each other as he presses into me over and over again. He kisses me again, his tongue lapping against mine, then he moves away to look at me again.

“Harper,” he says. “Oh my god.”

His movements grow faster and I hold onto him. I feel the delicious build in me all over again and then I unravel just before he does. His body shudders and jerks before collapsing onto me. I hold him tight against me, drawing circles on his back. Inhaling the scent of his skin, warm and salt licked, I close my eyes and attempt to right my ragged breathing.

Before I know it, my eyelids grow heavy, and I succumb to sleep, with Jensen still inside me.