Page 56 of One More Chance

I feel his head move slightly above me. “Yeah, it does, actually,” he says, and I can’t be sure because I don’t look, but I think I can hear a smile on his lips.

I lean back into Jensen, wrapping my arm around his chest and looping my leg back over his, my knee drawing up between his legs once again.

“Mmmm,” he says. “I like this.”

“Me too.” My words fall out more like a sigh than anything else.

“Can we make out now?” Jensen asks, his question cutting through the calm silence in such a way it nearly throws me into a fit of laughter again.

I giggle. “Yeah.”

Jensen pulls me on top of him with the arm resting underneath me, curling me into his chest. His mouth presses against mine in a balance of hunger and playfulness. I think this is what I adore most. His ability to be both unbelievably sexy and insanely adorable at the same time. He’s somehow all man while maintaining his devilish boy qualities and I am weak in the knees for all of it.

I wrap one hand around the back of his neck and dig my fingers into his short locks, pulling his mouth closer to mine. His hand begins to reach up my shirt and I pull back.

“Oh my god, are you feeling me up outside? Are we about to have sex outside?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, as his hand continues its way up my shirt. I place my hands on my hips, my legs straddling him. Jensen cups my breast and tugs downward.

“Are we really doing this?” I laugh.

“Come on,” he whines. “Adam and Eve did it outside.”

“Adam and Eve were sinners.”

“We’re definitely sinners,” he says, laughing and raising his eyebrows at me.

He licks his lips slowly, in a way I definitely can’t resist, as he rolls my nipple between his fingers and I whimper.

“Fine, but if I have bug bites in my bathing suit areas, I’m going to make you kiss them better tomorrow,” I say, leaning back down toward him so he can continue his fondling.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” he asks as he pulls my shirt over my head.

Thankfully, I hadn’t bothered with a bra for our late-night walk. Considering I don’t technically have enough to really need one and I was wearing an oversize sweatshirt, it didn’t matter. His shirt is the next to go, and I rub my fingers all over his chest and stomach, getting my fill before unbuttoning his pants and ripping them down, along with his underwear. I stand and remove mine next while he sheaths himself with a condom.

I settle back down on top of him, hovering just above him. One little dip and he’ll be inside me, but if my time with him has taught me anything, it’s that I like to tease. I kiss his mouth, lapping my tongue against his and then pulling away. I lower my body closer, rubbing myself against his shaft and his grip on my thighs tightens. “Do you want me?”

“Yes,” he says on a sigh.

The center of me slides over the tip of his dick and his fingers dig into my hips. “Tell me.”

He groans. “I want to be inside you, Harper.”

In one fluid motion, I slide up and over the tip of him, taking him into me, letting him fill me. The sudden fullness takes my breath. I inhale sharply, as does he. Each time he enters me, it never fails to take my breath away.

I rock back and forth, one hand on his chest for balance, the other cupping my own breast. He likes watching me touch myself like this and I like touching myself like this. In this short week, I’ve learned a lot about myself.

“There you go, babe,” he whispers, his voice low, eyes hooded. He licks his lips, then bites into the bottom one.

I’m in rhythm now, slowly rolling my body, feeling every inch of him inside me. Jensen reaches for my hand on his chest and moves it toward my clit, encouraging me to touch, to play.

He grabs onto my hips and helps hold me steady as I rub circles around myself. The sensation of both him inside me and my fingers outside is maddening. My pace quickens, sending sparks through my body in every direction. One of his hands slides up my side and replaces mine on my breast, cupping and massaging, as he pushes and pulls me to and away from him.

“Look up,” he whispers.

I always do as he commands, and this time, my eyes are filled with hundreds of thousands of tiny lights, all flickering above us. The night sky is a canvas of deep blue and stars, so vast I feel my eyes welling. Before I know it, my cheeks are wet. I bear down on him, headed for the finish as tears silently run down the sides of my face. God, this is so strange. I can’t summon the courage to look back down at him, so I keep staring up at the infinite expanse above us. His body knows how to please mine, how to soothe it, how to bend it to his will. His voice commands me, and I find myself mesmerized by it, almost a slave to it in these intimate moments. More than all of that, I realize now, his soul feeds mine, gives me something I didn’t know existed until now.

I collapse onto him in the throes of an orgasm and he follows right behind me, our breaths short and heavy.

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