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wasn’t ready for that, not yet. She was only comfortable letting herself go right now because she felt safe in the quiet confines of her bedroom. He would honor that if it killed him.
Jensen reached down and took his dick in his fist. If he truly couldn’t have her underneath him, then his own hand would have to suffice. “I bet you have the prettiest tits too. I would love touching you there. Are your nipples sensitive?” He stroked himself, thinking of what she was doing to her own body. Imagining the creamy swell of her breasts, her delicate fingers teasing and stroking. Her dark-pink nipples would be puckered and erect, begging him.
“Can you feel my mouth on your nipples? I can almost taste you.” He heard her breathing grow rapid, and he continued his onslaught. “I would suck you first, and then bite you. Just tiny bites, enough to make you grab at my hair and get all wild.”
“Oh God, I need you.”
His voice turned hoarse with his own need. “Soon, sweetheart,” he promised. “For now, just touch your clit. I need to make you come. I want that pussy well satisfied before you let yourself slip off to sleep.”
“Oh God, Jensen,” she moaned.
“Mm, yeah, that’s so good.” He loved hearing the desperation in her voice. “Now tell me how hard you want me to fuck you. Do you want it slow? Or would you plead for me to go faster?”
“Yes,” she gasped, “I want it fast.”
“Tell me,” he growled as he pumped his cock faster. “Give me what I crave.”
“Damn you,” she cried. “I want you. Please, I need you to fuck me!”
“Christ, yes.” A drop of precome appeared at the tip, and Jensen pictured Marquetta bending over him and licking it off. “I’m so goddamn mad with lust right now.”
In his mind, Marquetta was on her hands and knees; his strong hands were holding her hips still for his powerful thrusts. Her pussy would squeeze and milk him dry. Suddenly, he felt his release coming, and he reached out to Marquetta. Jensen needed her to be with him. He was desperate to take her over the edge. “Come, beautiful,” he ordered.
“I-I’m close,” she whispered. Marquetta had been barely holding on when Jensen issued the softly spoken order. Suddenly, she was there, shattering into a thousand pieces as her orgasm swept over her like a monsoon. Never in her life had she felt anything so magnificent. It was so different from Sheldon. Jensen was different, and she was different with him. Hell, she barely recognized herself as she lay sprawled out on the bed, totally spent and more relaxed than she had been in too many years to count.
As she came out of the haze, Marquetta noticed how quiet Jensen had suddenly gotten. “Jensen?”
“I’m here, sweetheart,” he replied in a low, gravelly voice.
In that moment, it became imperative that she have one very important question answered. “Did you…did you come?”
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned. “Right along with you, beautiful.”
Marquetta was entirely too pleased by his answer. A stupid smile lifted the corners of her mouth, and warmth seeped into her heart. “I’m glad. I’d hate for this to be all one-sided.”
He chuckled, and the sound sent butterflies flitting through her stomach. “Not a chance in hell of that happening.” He yawned, then added, “Now rest up. You just might need it.”
She had a feeling he was right. “Sweet dreams, Jensen,” she said as exhaustion began to drag her under.
“Of you,” he murmured. “Sweet dreams of you, beautiful.”
As they hung up, Jensen thought of one last thing. Not once had she whipped out a single sarcastic comment. Damn, she was beginning to warm up to him. About time too, because he’d sure as hell warmed up to her. A fucking volcano about to erupt wouldn’t be able to compete with the blaze burning inside him. Something had to give, and soon.
Chapter Six
Jensen shoved a hand through his hair and stood. He’d been nursing the same cup of coffee
Jensen reached down and took his dick in his fist. If he truly couldn’t have her underneath him, then his own hand would have to suffice. “I bet you have the prettiest tits too. I would love touching you there. Are your nipples sensitive?” He stroked himself, thinking of what she was doing to her own body. Imagining the creamy swell of her breasts, her delicate fingers teasing and stroking. Her dark-pink nipples would be puckered and erect, begging him.
“Can you feel my mouth on your nipples? I can almost taste you.” He heard her breathing grow rapid, and he continued his onslaught. “I would suck you first, and then bite you. Just tiny bites, enough to make you grab at my hair and get all wild.”
“Oh God, I need you.”
His voice turned hoarse with his own need. “Soon, sweetheart,” he promised. “For now, just touch your clit. I need to make you come. I want that pussy well satisfied before you let yourself slip off to sleep.”
“Oh God, Jensen,” she moaned.
“Mm, yeah, that’s so good.” He loved hearing the desperation in her voice. “Now tell me how hard you want me to fuck you. Do you want it slow? Or would you plead for me to go faster?”
“Yes,” she gasped, “I want it fast.”
“Tell me,” he growled as he pumped his cock faster. “Give me what I crave.”
“Damn you,” she cried. “I want you. Please, I need you to fuck me!”
“Christ, yes.” A drop of precome appeared at the tip, and Jensen pictured Marquetta bending over him and licking it off. “I’m so goddamn mad with lust right now.”
In his mind, Marquetta was on her hands and knees; his strong hands were holding her hips still for his powerful thrusts. Her pussy would squeeze and milk him dry. Suddenly, he felt his release coming, and he reached out to Marquetta. Jensen needed her to be with him. He was desperate to take her over the edge. “Come, beautiful,” he ordered.
“I-I’m close,” she whispered. Marquetta had been barely holding on when Jensen issued the softly spoken order. Suddenly, she was there, shattering into a thousand pieces as her orgasm swept over her like a monsoon. Never in her life had she felt anything so magnificent. It was so different from Sheldon. Jensen was different, and she was different with him. Hell, she barely recognized herself as she lay sprawled out on the bed, totally spent and more relaxed than she had been in too many years to count.
As she came out of the haze, Marquetta noticed how quiet Jensen had suddenly gotten. “Jensen?”
“I’m here, sweetheart,” he replied in a low, gravelly voice.
In that moment, it became imperative that she have one very important question answered. “Did you…did you come?”
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned. “Right along with you, beautiful.”
Marquetta was entirely too pleased by his answer. A stupid smile lifted the corners of her mouth, and warmth seeped into her heart. “I’m glad. I’d hate for this to be all one-sided.”
He chuckled, and the sound sent butterflies flitting through her stomach. “Not a chance in hell of that happening.” He yawned, then added, “Now rest up. You just might need it.”
She had a feeling he was right. “Sweet dreams, Jensen,” she said as exhaustion began to drag her under.
“Of you,” he murmured. “Sweet dreams of you, beautiful.”
As they hung up, Jensen thought of one last thing. Not once had she whipped out a single sarcastic comment. Damn, she was beginning to warm up to him. About time too, because he’d sure as hell warmed up to her. A fucking volcano about to erupt wouldn’t be able to compete with the blaze burning inside him. Something had to give, and soon.
Chapter Six
Jensen shoved a hand through his hair and stood. He’d been nursing the same cup of coffee
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