Page 54 of Stolen Kiss

I was getting hot.

I shifted until I pressed up against his leg, and I moved up and down it. Fuck, that felt good.

I had never felt this good before, and I wasn’t doing any more than rubbing up against his leg.

Jensen pulled away from the kiss to watch me. His eyes darkened, and he cursed underneath his breath.

“Fuck, baby. Take it. Take whatever you need.”

I let out a small sigh of frustration. It wasn’t enough.

I needed more. I needed something, and I didn’t know what.

“Shh,” he cooed. “I’ve got you. Tell me how far I can take this,” he said, moving his hand down to the waistband of my jeans. “Is this okay?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Words, baby. I need the words.”

“Yeah,” I breathed. “This is okay.”

He smiled, and it wasn’t very nice. He looked like the Big Bad Wolf, and I felt like the long-lost sister of the three little pigs.

I swallowed, but I didn’t stop him when he unbuttoned my jeans and moved his hand inside my panties.

The first swipe of his fingers nearly had my knees unbuckling.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet for me.”

“Yes,” I said, when his fingers found my clit and rubbed around in circles. My pussy clenched, and I wanted nothing but to feel him inside me. “For you,” I uttered. I was wet for him.

He kept playing with my clit until I could feel myself building higher and higher; I wasn’t there yet.

He moved further down, and he entered me with his finger.

Then he moved.

My mouth opened but nothing came out, and all I could do was look at him.

Jensen moved faster inside of me, just as he leaned down and captured my lips.

I didn’t fall apart. I shattered.

We were silent a few moments after that.

I didn’t know what had just happened. I didn’t sleep with guys on the first date. I didn’t let them finger me.

But I let Jensen do that to me, and now I was just embarrassed.

Jensen pulled out of me then, and I could feel my leg twitching a little from the sensation. He must have known how I was feeling, because he leaned down and kissed me again, this kiss soft and sweet and quick.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“For what?” I asked. As far as I knew, I should be the one to thank him, not the other way around.

“For trusting me.”

“What about you?” I asked. I still wasn’t sure if I was ready for anything else with him, but it didn’t seem fair that I let him get me off, and now I was sending him on his merry way.

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