Page 80 of Honey Undone
I gasped as he surged forward without warning, burying himself completely between my legs with a groan that sounded strangled. His fingers dug into my hips as he held tight, stunned into momentary silence as I stretched perfectly around his shaft.
“Quiet now, aren’t you?” He teased, roughly watching me fall apart beneath his touch as he pushed even deeper.
It was practically impossible how good he felt rubbing against every searing, frayed nerve inside of my body. I could feel him in my fucking stomach as his hips snapped and the bed buckled under his force. My face contorted in pleasure as I rolled up to meet his thrust, his hands gripped my hips tightly, fingers digging into the soft skin. He was hitting spots that were making my vision blur.
“And you were going to make me fuck you slow,” he panted.
“I was delusional, never listen to me again… I talk nonsense—”
My teasing words were replaced with a string of stuttered gasps as the orgasm built violently in the pit of my stomach and coursed around unchecked through all my muscles. A tiny snarl left his lips as I fluttered around him in pleasure. Jensen’s hand wrapped around a thigh, hauling it up over his hip and gripping it tightly as he opened me wider and started in a new angle with an unrelenting pace.
I gripped the sheets as my head fell back, unable to control the noises flooding from my overstimulated body. Jensen groaned loudly, our moans filling the air in a symphony of pleasure that only spurred him on further. He shiftedagain, hitting that spot inside of my already needlessly soaked core and sent stars bursting behind my eyelids.
“That’s my beautiful girl,” he purred, his breaths short as my body arched and my mouth fell open in a wide silent scream. He snapped his hips forward relentlessly, fucking me through the orgasm and drawing every delicious second out of it like it was his favorite form of torture.
“Take it.” He demanded, “Swallow me whole,” he encouraged as I clamped down around his cock. “Fuck, just like that Adeline,” he groaned loudly as I squeezed around him. His hips jerked erratically as he chased his own release, leaning down and pressing his forehead to mine as his fingers dug painfully into my thigh.
Jensen’s body convulsed around mine, a string of breathless words falling from his reddened lips, he grunted, his body tensing as he finally let go. He stayed buried deep inside, his hips jerking with the aftershocks of his orgasm. His breath was so hot and ragged against my skin.
“So perfect, baby,” I whispered, kissing his sweaty, dirty face over and over again until his body relaxed.
He nuzzled into my touch, his arms wrapping around me tightly, still half hard inside of me, his hips making slow lazy thrust as he worked through the last of the aftershocks. He let out a shaky breathing, his body slowly coming down from the intense high. He pressed soft kisses to my lips, cheeks and forehead mirroring the affection.
Jensen looked up at me with such a softness that it was there in that moment that the words almost slipped out. They hadn’t even been on my mind but it was such a small, delicate moment of weakness I couldn’t help myself but smile. His big brown eyes, drunk on sex, our bodies disgusting from rolling around in the mud all morning.
Who was ever going to love me the way Jensen did?
“You’re incredible,” I said instead, burying the thoughts away and brushing my fingers through his hair. “You smell like a wet dog though,” I teased.
He let out a small laugh, the sound rumbling across his chest. He pulled back slightly, looking down at us with a smirk. “And you smell like sweat, dirt and…” herubbed his dirty, bloody face across my chest, leaving me giggling and begging him to stop. “Blood.”
“That’s nothing new for me,” I cooed, leaning into this touch, always needing more. My body was addicted to his and was continuously finding ways to be in constant contact with him.
He shook his head, rolling his eyes playfully. “No, no it’s not,” he agreed, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my nose as his finger squeezed my sides gently. “You’re fucking gross,” he teased, his voice soft and full of fondness.
“Well, if someone had let us shower before…” I teased.
His hand gently raked down my side, giving my ass a soft pat as his smirk widened. “Who’s fault was that again?” He asked innocently.
“Shut up and kiss me,” I pouted to get out of trouble.
Jensen chuckled against my lips as he closed the distance. The kiss was slow, and deep, his tongue teasing mine lazily. He pulled back just enough to murmur, “brat,” against my mouth before capturing my lips again.
JENSEN
Iset the oversized bowl of lettuce on the counter and turned to where Van was cutting vegetables with a knife two sizes too small for the size of his hands.
“I’m so ready to be back on the diamond tomorrow,” I grumbled, rolling out my shoulders. “I’m starting to feel antsy.”
“Yeah I agree, it’s going to be a long series. Lorette is going to fight hard,” he said.
“I still can’t believe they made it this far, with Yuri on the mound they’re playing sloppy defense and barely keeping it together on offence.”
“Weirder shit has happened, at least we don’t have to play Portland yet, that’s going to be vicious.” Van turned to the fridge and started unloading bottles of salad dressing onto the island.
“Lorette will take care of them, and we can handle Lorette, we know that offence in our sleep.” I countered and Van shrugged in agreement. “It’s Portland that’s going to give us trouble.”
“Why are you dressed up? It’s Mario Kart night,” Van eyed my clean maroon shirt and jeans. “Addy.” He came to the conclusion before I even opened my mouth. “All you playboys are growing up and getting hitched, it’s adorable,” he said with a smile.
