Page 65 of One More Chance
Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. A secret. Okay, focus, Harper.
His fingers trail up me again, slow and deliberate, flicking at the end.
I double over, whimpering. “Fuck.”
“Surely, you can think of one?” he teases.
“I…I…I’m scared,” I blurt, my eyes pinching together.
“Yeah,” he says, pausing for a beat. “Me too.”
My eyes shoot open as Jensen’s face plunges between my thighs, his tongue replacing his fingers. Both my hands come to his shoulders, gripping him tightly as his tongue works circles around my clit. I struggle to catch my breath as his mouth moves against me, hungry and precise.
“Oh god,” I cry. My thighs begin to clench as I feel an orgasm begin to build inside me.
He backs away, looking up at me, licking his lips.
Jesus.But really, Jesus has nothing to do with this.
Jensen stands and leads me out of the shower, water pooling all over the tile floor, but he doesn’t seem to notice or care. He presses me against the sink before lifting me onto the counter, resting my ass on the edge and parting my legs so he fits between them. He rubs his hard shaft against my already wet entrance and I moan, my knees pressing against his hips.
“Be right back,” he whispers, as he steps back and opens the bathroom door. He disappears into his room for mere seconds, returning with a condom in his hand.
Yes, good call. At least one of us is thinking straight. Technically, I’m on birth control, but still. We haven’t discussed enough to go without.
He sheaths himself and is back between my legs again in record time, pressing his lips to mine. I don’t know if he’s hungry for me, or if like me, he’s remembered there’s food on the way, but he’s in a frenzy now. His tongue laps against mine at the same time I feel him press into me and I dig my fingers into his back. I arch toward him, my moan echoing out into the loft.
Jensen stills me, waiting until the initial rush of being intertwined calms, and then he begins to rock back and forth, gripping me tightly against him. He moves in and out of me slowly, then picks up the pace. He thrusts into me harder and deeper each time, sending a wave of delicious sensations crashing over my body from my toes all the way up to my throat. The heat has crept into my cheeks as well. I return his frenzied movements, rubbing my hands over his back, pressing kisses to his collarbone. I open further for him, giving myself over to him completely, offering myself up like a sacrifice splayed out right here on his bathroom sink counter.
We rock together harder and faster, the pace quickening still, a groan in the back of his throat nearly constant, gutting me.
“Fuck, Harper,” he says.
I feel myself unraveling around him and I know he can feel it too. He stills, his orgasm rocking his body hard. He leans toward me, pressing his forehead to mine, pecking soft kisses to my lips and cheeks.
Just as he exhales, we hear the buzzer at the front door downstairs.
The food is here.
Thank fuck,because now I’m starving.