Page 111 of Stolen Kiss

Building me up…

And up…

And up…

“Jensen!”

I shattered into a million pieces.

Before I even had the chance to come back down, Jensen pushed me face first to the bed. A pillow I didn’t even know was there cushioned my face.

He held my left thigh up, using my right leg as a brace so I wouldn’t lose my balance, and buried his face between my legs, eating me out.

I cried out into the sheets, my limbs shaking. I still hadn’t come down from the first orgasm. I didn’t think I could handle coming a second time. It was too much, too soon.

I would have said it, but I was rendered speechless by the feel of his tongue moving inside me before he took the outer lip of my pussy in between his teeth and nibbled gently.

“Jensen, please.”

“What do you want, sweet girl?” he asked, his voice vibrating against me. I whimpered.

What did I want?

I didn’t know.

He moved up and down my crease, his tongue dipping in and out of me, and the muscles in my back tightened. My fist gripped the sheets, and I could feel my second orgasm looming.

Before I could come, he flipped me around once more.

“Hey,” I protested. Fuck, but I was so, so close.

He moved in between my legs, and I realized at some point, he had taken off the boxer briefs. His bare cock brushed up against my wet pussy, and I grabbed onto his hip, wanting him inside of me.

He shook his head, his hand moving for the condom.

How tempted I was to tell him to just forgo the condom and fuck me.

But I didn’t want a kid with Jensen… did I?

I never thought I would be a mom, and if I was being honest, I was perfectly content with it being me and Jensen and Elodie for the time being. I didn’t want to make any rash decisions, and thankfully, Jensen was thinking clearly.

I watched his face while he put on the condom, and then he lined himself up and rammed into me all the way once, stopping once he was buried to the hilt. I threw my head back and let out a cry of relief.

My eyes rolled back from the pleasure of it, and I automatically tightened around him, wanting to keep him close to me.

He leaned down and fused our lips together. The softness of his mouth and the hardness of the pressure was doing crazy things to my insides.

I kissed him back with equal fervor, and then he moved and I lost all sense of direction. I was aimless and adrift, wanting nothing more than to feel him move against me again and again, to feel the way his hips rolled in time with mine, as we both took turns to drive each other crazy.

“Emilia,” he let out, his voice rough, as if he had lost the ability to say anything more than that.

I opened my eyes and met dark silver once. I cupped his cheek and held him to me.

It wasn’t long before we both came.

I felt him swell inside me as the first tremor raked his big, beautiful body. His skin was flushed, his breathing erratic. His eyes rolled back when he came, and that was what drove me over.

I soon followed him and we both let out a small cry while we fell together.

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