CHAPTER ONE
DELLA
His grip is strong on the backs of my thighs.
The curls in my fingers are half gray, half brown now. Things have changed, slowly. Our lives and bodies are different. But one thing has remained the same: Jensen Childress eats pussy like he’s got something to prove.
My spine arches, leaving a little space between my damp skin and the sheet. The late afternoon sun cuts through the window, falling across his naked shoulders. I’m trying to soak everything in, to enjoy how handsome he is laid out on the bed with me, head between my legs. But God, he makes it hard to think of anything at all when he fucks me with his tongue.
Everyone is gone, the ranch empty. The minute the truck doors shut and our eldest daughter, Delia, drove off, he turned and gave me that look. Heart thumping, I ran into the front hall and up the bedroom stairs, like I could possibly get away from him.
He caught me in the hallway, pushing me against the wall, kissing my mouth, my neck, dropping to his knees to push up my skirt.
He ate me out like that, one leg over his shoulder until I couldn’t stay upright any longer. Then, he took me to our bed and stripped my clothes off, falling between my legs.
He swipes his tongue over my clit, sucking it between his teeth, blending pain with my pleasure. My nail scrape over his shoulder. My eyes roll back as I come, pleasure breaking a sweat down my breasts. It’s so hot today, but I’d be sweating anyway. In the last hour, he’s made me come six times. I’m dizzy, breathless from it.
“Jensen,” I gasp, tumbling down from another crest of pleasure.
He lifts his head, pale eyes drunk.
“What, baby?” He runs a hand over his mouth.
“I need a break.”
He gets up, sitting back on his heels. His shirt is open, but he’s still in his pants. The hard ridge of his cock lays against his thigh, restrained for now. Eyes on mine, he slips two fingers into my pussy, sending aftershocks through my body.
“One more,” he says.
I bite my lower lip, shivering as he finds that sweet spot.
“No mouth this time,” he says, leaning in to brace a hand on the bed. “Come on my fingers, and you get to take a break.”
I start to protest, but he braces his thumb just above my clit and starts fingerfucking me, slow and deep.
“Please,” I burst out, hips rising.
He shakes his head. “No, baby, you take it for me, alright?”
I bite my lip harder, jaw clenching. It’s too much. I’m so overstimulated, tears are slipping down my temples. He does this a lot—makes me come until I cry, until my pussy is so sensitive to the touch, I’m begging for mercy.
“I can’t,” I cry out.
He’s braced on the bed, face less than a foot above mine. “Yes, you can. You can take it. Breathe for me. That’s right…in…out. Good, that’s my girl.”
My head is spinning, heat rising. I’m sweating down my quivering stomach, thighs tight, lifting me off the bed. When release comes, it’s less pleasure and more of a hard, twisting pulse ripping through my body. My pussy throbs like it’s trying to push his fingers out. Distantly, I feel I’m spilling arousal out over his hand, in short pumps that soak the sheets.
Then, it’s over. A sense of accomplishment steals over me. Hazily, I watch through heavy eyes as he uses his knee to push my thighs open and unzips his pants. His cock is so hard, he’s already leaking from the tip. Eyes on me, he spits in his palm and runs it up his length.
He doesn’t need it; I’m soaked.
His body sinks between my thighs, and I take him easily, fully relaxed. There’s a second when our faces hover close. His mouth brushes mine, and I taste my pussy on his lips. Our breath mingles. Then, he thrusts, taking my body and my mouth at the same time, pushing his tongue between my teeth as his cock bottoms out in my pussy.
It hurts so damn good.
“Fuck,” he groans as he pulls back, pausing long enough to flip my knee over his elbow. Then—bam, bam, bam. He’s got the bed hammering into the wall like this is the first time we’ve ever fucked. The house is empty right now. There’s nobody to worry about but each other.
God, it feels good to be alone like this. His body is warm enough to make me sweat, warm drops glistening down my stomach to where our bodies join.
