Page 58 of Honey Undone
“Mm, apparently they’re good for tying up smart-mouthed girls too,” he murmured against my neck, tracing kisses against my collarbone. “Should I continue proving how useful they are?” His hands trailed down my side making me squirm.
“Please,” I replied, the word coming out more of a moan than a word.
Jensen chuckled at the sound, loving every second of it.
“Good girl,” he praised and that was the final blow to my attitude. I clenched beneath him as my toes dug into the sheets. He pulled back, standing off the bed and shucking out of his shorts before helping me out of mine. His fingers were like ice on my hot skin as he trailed them down my thighs and back up my calves.
He leaned down, his lips kissing a hot line across the tattoo on my thigh.
“These are in my way,” he said, brushing his fingers down my stomach, stopping at the bottom to push my tank top up. His smile grew shaky as he took a long breath before hooking them into the top of underwear.
“Do something about it,” I said, barely able to get it out between the short breaths I was taking.
“Bossy,” he muttered, slowly dragging them down and tossing them aside to leave me completely exposed to him. He tapped the inside of my calf lightly, his eyes fixated, “spread your legs for me,” his voice was commanding now, his self-control clearly hanging by a thread, made obvious by the shake in his hands.
“Don’t stop until you prove your point,” I said, encouraging that control to snap as I tugged on the restraints around my wrists.
“God, that mouth…” He traced a circle around my stomach, making my back arch into his touch. “The whole Nest is about to know who you belong to.” He promised darkly and settled between my thighs. He pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses along my inner thighs, deliberately avoiding the pool of heat between them. His large hands gripped my thighs firmly, pushing them wider as he continued to tease kisses up my leg. Then without warning or a comment he closed that cocky mouth over my center making my entire body arch off the bed with a loud gasp.
“That’s my girl,” he purred against me, the heat off his lips tangling with my own.
“Good to know that mouth is good for something other than being smug,” I teased between another sharp moan. I hated that I couldn’t touch him, I wanted to pull on the strands of his dark hair and rake my fingers across his scalp.
Jensen chuckled, the vibration sending shivers through me. “Keep talking like that and I might have to find other uses for that jersey,” he teased, sucking gently on my clit, making my body tremble beneath his touch.
“You wouldn’t dare,” I gasped as his teeth grazed my core.
“You know I would,” he paused, looking up at me, his eyes burning with desire and possessiveness before sucking gently on my most sensitive spot. I was too busy fighting off the tingling sensation of euphoria to answer him. He used his tongue to lick a slow, long stripe up my center and it racked through my body in a tortuous wave of pleasure.
Like he knew my ability for coherent thoughts was gone, his tongue circled my clit slowly and unraveled me without a second of hesitation. His handslipped beneath me to give my ass a rough squeeze before wrapping around to my hip to hold me against the bed.
I moaned, pressing back against the mattress, desperate to touch him and fighting against the orgasm building in the pit of my stomach. I hadn’t been with many guys but there hadn’t been a single time when I was in danger of finishing with a guy between my legs.
“Jensen,” I gasped as he curled his fingers against me, applying pressure as he continued his maddening circles with his tongue. I was shaking, just trying to wriggle free and catch my breath before I completely came undone but Jensen wasn’t having it. His arm wrapped around my thigh, his hand gripping the tattoo like it belonged to him and held me in place as he continued to drive me over the edge.
“Yes, Adeline?” He purred against my clit.
“Don’t stop,” I begged him and felt him smile against my skin.
“Finish for me,” he urged, his voice muffled against my core. He pulled me into his mouth and sucked, his fingers pressing against the perfect spot inside of me that painted stars across my vision. “Now.”
Without words, my body answered his demand. I was a shaking mess as he held me through the orgasm, his tongue and fingers working me until nothing but a string of breathless moans was seeping from me and my thighs were quivering around his head. When he lifted his head, his face glistening in the dim light of the room, he cleaned off his lips and popped his fingers into his mouth. His eyes never left mine.
SARAH
There were literally no words to describe how feral the sight of Jensen, hard beneath his boxers, lust-blown pupils and messy hair, made me. He crawled up my body, his teeth finding the hem of my tank top with a smirk.
“Don’t,” I warned him but he didn’t listen.
“It’s in the way,” he grumbled, ripping the fabric with his teeth at first and then tearing it away from my body. His eyes widened when he realized that I hadn’t worn a bra that day.
“I liked that tank top,” I moaned as his lips pressed kisses to my bare stomach.
“I’ll buy you a hundred more, just be quiet Adeline,” he begged, his mouth trailing up between my breasts.
“That’s never happened before,” I said, watching him pause to look at me.
Jensen smiled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he pressed up to kiss me on the lips, “what an orgasm so good it made you speechless? Cause I deserve a medal for that,” he said, his smile turning smug.
