“Oh God,” I whisper.
“Look at me, baby,” he says.
I drag my eyes to his, panting.
“You want to come on my cock?” he asks.
“Yes.” My hips shake. “Please.”
“You want to come on it, you have to squirt on it too, baby.” His finger speeds up, moving in time with his dick.
The impending pleasure is right there, ready to burst. I just need—oh, fuck, there it is. He moves his finger a little deeper, hitting the perfect spot at the same time as he thrusts up, filling me so full, it twinges. I come apart, throbbing around his cock and finger, pulsing hard as wetness spills over his groin.
“That’s right. That’s my girl,” he breathes.
I shake, unable to speak until the pleasure ebbs away. He’s so turned on, his eyes are bloodshot, heavy-lidded. Without speaking, he picks me up, slides down to his back, spins me around, and puts me on his face. His tongue runs between my thighs, licking my pussy clean.
“Lean over, baby,” he says, muffled. “Jerk my dick off onto those perfect tits.”
Breathless, squirming when he goes right back to tonguefucking my pussy, I lean in and grip his cock, still wet from being inside me. He groans, nipping at my inner thigh when I lick up his tattoo. My head spins. I love it when he’s right on the edge like this, so hard, I can feel his pulse in my hand.
“Sit back,” he says, pulling me in.
I’m always a little hesitant, even after years of sitting directly on his face, but I ease down, and his cock twitches. His tongue slides into my pussy, fucking me. I grip his cock firmly and lean over to spit on it. There’s a tremor in the faint V of his lower stomach, letting me know he’s close. With one hand, I push my tits together and press the head of his cock into my cleavage to start jerking him hard.
He moans, face between my thighs. Then, his body ripples, stomach going rigid. His cock throbs, and the first pump of cum spills over my breasts. I keep my hand going until he’s almost done. Then, I pull back and turn, straddling him quickly. Before he’s done, I have him back in my pussy, and I’m riding him, my tits covered in cum, bouncing so he gets a full view of everything.
He pushes himself upright, dragging me in for an open mouthed kiss. His tongue is between my teeth, and I’m ripping my nails down his chest just the way he likes. When he pulls back, I follow his mouth, nipping at his lower lip.
“Fuck, you are incredible,” he breathes.
I laugh breathlessly, pushing my sweaty hair back. “You act like it’s the first time you’ve been laid.”
“Every time feels like the first time in your pussy,” he says, kissing me again, briefly this time. “Let’s get cleaned up, and I’ll eat you out again.”
“You need to calm down,” I say, climbing off him.
He grabs me around the waist, pulling me back into his lap. “You’ve kept me hot and bothered for a long time now. I don’t think that’s gonna change anytime soon.”
I shake my head, but twenty minutes later in the shower, I’m watching him all wet and sexy, and I regret turning down that last orgasm. He notices me watching and smiles. I give him a look that has him dropping to his knees, draping a leg over his shoulder.
We’re both exhausted by the time we make it to bed. I curl up, the window open to let in some air. Jensen stretches out behind me, throwing a heavy arm over my waist. He’s out in seconds, breathing gently. I close my eyes, happy and satisfied.
I’m dead asleep when my phone lights up. Hazily, I reach for it. It takes me a second to get it unlocked, and then I’m upright in bed, slapping Jensen across the chest. There’s a long text on the screen, but my eyes eat it up so fast, it has my heart pounding.
“What the fuck?” He shoots upright, eyes wide.
“Delia’s in labor,” I gasp, jumping to my feet.
“Oh, shit. Do we go…or stay?”
I turn on the lamp and slide open the closet. “She says it’s happening fast and we should get to the house.”
“Her house?”
“Yes, Apparently the baby is coming now,” I say, grabbing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. “They had time to get the midwife there but not get to the hospital.”
He gets up, reaching for his pants and shirt still on the chair. I pull on my shirt inside out and my shorts, grabbing my slip-on shoes. Delia had said she wanted me with her when she gave birth, so I already have a bag packed, but it’s not under the bed where I left it.
