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“Wow,” Jensen says when he steps inside.
I look over my shoulder again and take in the room as if for the first time. There’s a large bookshelf over by the seating area, where I’ve added plush gray chairs with turquoise pillows. I changed the hardwood flooring to a thick, rich carpet, and purchased a new California king poster bed with a light barn wood style headboard and footboard. The old dark walls are replaced with drywall, painted a rich shade of gray, and the bedding is a black and white chevron pattern.
“It’s nothing like it used to be,” I tell him, knowing he’ll remember how formal the room was before, even though he only saw it in passing.
“It’s so much better than it used to be,” he says, walking us into the middle of the room. “This is comfy and perfect for you.”
I smile. “Thank you.”
“Do you know what would make this room even better?” he asks, those incredible blue eyes focused solely on me once more.
Glancing around the room, I try to find what could possibly make this room more amazing than it already is. “What?”
He slowly walks toward the massive bed. “You. Naked. In the middle of this bed.”
The blush creeps up my cheeks and there’s no stopping the spread of my grin. “Then you should definitely put me on the bed,” I state boldly.
When his knees reach the bed, he gently sets me down, coming to rest on top of me. My legs are still wrapped around his waist, loving the way his erection presses in all the right places. “Stay right there,” he whispers as he moves to sit on his haunches. With firm fingers, he runs his rough hands up my legs and unbuttons my shorts. They’re gone, sliding down my legs, before I can even process what’s about to go down. Then, he moves to my shirt, helping me sit up just long enough to pull it up and over my head before tossing it somewhere into the room behind him.
As I lie back down, I realize he’s sitting there, staring at me. I’m in a light pink bra and panty set, one that probably cost more than your average computer. Money has never been an object to my family, and my mother made sure I always had the best of the best. Even undergarments. But it’s the way he’s looking at me now, with passion-filled eyes, like I’m a cool drink of water and he’s been without for days, that has me thankful for the fancy lace and satin I’m wearing.
Though, if I’m being honest, Jensen has never cared about money. Not about the cost of the clothes I wear or the house I live in. It’s one of the biggest draws I felt to him all those years ago. He couldn’t care less about the designer name on the tag or the amount that was spent on the tiny scrap of material he now stares at. In fact, I’m almost certain he’d have the exact same look on his face if my bra came from Target.
“My God, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, his hand slowly caressing up my outer thigh and stopping at my hip.
Then his lips are on me once more in a kiss that’s both fierce and tender. He claims my mouth with his own, taking his time to worship my plump lips. His hand is gentle as he slides it up to my breast, cupping the material in his large palm. My nipples pebble against the lace as his thumb slowly draws circles over the tight bud.
I’m a panting mess of hormones as his lips leisurely make their way down my jaw to my neck. They continue their southward trek down my body, stopping just long enough on my breasts to rain tender, open-mouthed kisses over the material. Then, he continues to move down, running his lips along my stomach, inhaling my skin and leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake.
Finally, he reaches his destination. I know what’s next because, even at a young age, Jensen never shied away from his desire to taste me. He always claimed it was his favorite part, to see me completely let go under his mouth. He was no expert back then, but we learned together what we liked and what we really, really liked.
Jensen slides my panties to the side and gazes between my legs for several long heartbeats before his eyes return to mine. The rapture and intensity between his blue eyes steals my breath and sends my heart pounding right out of my chest.
Then, he moves. With our eyes connected, he swipes his tongue along the seam of my legs for the first time in more than twelve years. I cry out, the contact almost too much and not enough at the same time. I’ve never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, so…worshipped.
And this is only the beginning.
Jensen doesn’t give me a moment to breathe. He goes right after what he wants, which ultimately, is my pleasure. I know this, and yet it’s still a huge shock for someone to put me first this way. I’ve only been with a few men since our time together, one being my ex-husband, and none of them compared to this man.
To Jensen.
His tongue slides between my folds, my body starting to quiver and shake. I can already feel an orgasm barreling down on me and he’s barely touched me. I close my eyes, lost in the feel of his mouth as he licks and sucks on my most sensitive area. I’m startled as his finger is introduced into the mix. Not just one, but two. He presses them inside, slowly stretching me in the most delicious way. I rock my hips, the combination of his mouth and his fingers doing exactly what he was hoping they’d do. My body is pulled taut, my breathing almost nonexistent, and my heart racing.
“Look at me, Butterfly. I want your eyes on me when you come. I want you watching the moment you come on my face and fingers,” he growls against my pussy. The hum of his words add fuel to the already raging inferno within me.
Again, I rock my hips as his fingers curl upward, hitting that magical spot inside of me that makes me see stars. “You like that?” he asks softly, pulling his fingers almost all the way out and making me whimper.
Just when I’m about to protest, he thrusts them inside once more, hitting that spot again and again. His mouth latches onto my clit, and that’s all she wrote. I’m flying high above the clouds, floating in a sea of euphoria and pleasure, his name spilling from my lips.
I have no clue how long I soar, but it feels like forever. “You closed your eyes,” he whispers, pulling my heavy lids open to rest on his fiery blue ones.
“I couldn’t help it,” I protest, not sorry in the least. A smile creeps across his lips and I realize it probably matches my own.
“I noticed,” he says, kissing my inner thigh as he removes his fingers from my body.
I’m sated, spent, yet more than ready to see what he has in store for the next phase of our evening. I glance down at his shorts, or specifically, at the tent formed with the khaki material, and my mouth waters. He’s thick and hard and so very ready, and I’d give just about anything to get my hands—and mouth—on him right now.
“Stop looking at me like that or I won’t last five seconds.”
