“There you go,” he murmurs, dropping my breast before sucking the other one into his mouth.
With my hands still planted on his shoulders, I slide up his shaft, the pleasure striking me like lightning as I near the tip before slowly filling myself back up.
“Holy fucking shit, you’re so goddamn tight.” His wrists twitch in the tape, and I know he’s dying to lose control, to touch me, but I have to admit, I love watching him squirm.
When I bottom out, I rise back up, and he slides out of me before I drop my hips, crying out with ecstasy as I quicken my pace. Up. Down. Up. Down. I roll my hips, finding confidence in my movements with every thrust.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good,” he whimpers, and spots appear in my vision.
My core is tightening, each grind bringing me closer to exploding around him. But my thighs are burning, and I don’t know how much longer I can keep this pace up before my legs are actual jelly.
The tape pulls on the headboard, and I’m reaching out for it without hesitation. I tear it, desperate for Jensen to touch me, to hold me, control me.
I trust him; there’s no doubt about that. Everything thus far only proves how much he knows and respects me. I want to reward him, let him have some control too.
“What are you doing?” he gasps as I tear the other side, freeing his wrists.
I cup his face, pressing a tender kiss against his lips, and his hands find my hips, settling against my skin, feeling natural and perfect.
“I don’t need you tied up anymore, Jensen. I want you to …”
“What?” He urges me to use my words.
“Take control a little.” I bite down on my plump bottom lip.
His hips roll, and somehow, he hits deeper inside of me. “You know we can still stop at any time.”
I kiss him harder this time, showing him my desperation and need. “Please don’t.”
This snaps something inside of him, fully setting him free. He grabs my hips firmly, lifting me up with ease so that I’m hovering above him, his cock still buried inside of me.
“I’m coming inside of you, Lainey. I’m going to fill you up with every fucking drop,” he grunts and thrusts up.
I cry out as the sensations change, and I become putty in his hands.
“Sit up on your knees,” he murmurs into my lips, and I do as told, holding his heated stare.
His arms snake around my waist, one hand cupping the back of my head and tugging at my hair and the other caressing the top of my ass. He manually rolls my hips, thrusting up into me at the same time.
“Oh God,” I whimper helplessly.
My moans become uncontrollable as he moves my hips along with his, intensifying my orgasm with every movement.
“I’m not going to last much longer with how good you feel,” he grunts, fucking me with abandon.
“Come in me,” I whisper into his lips before claiming them with my own. I’m almost there, seconds from unraveling all over again, and I want him right there with me. “Please. Fill me up.”
“Keep your eyes open the entire time. Look into my eyes and don’t ever fucking stop,” he commands.
A long, raspy groan vibrates into my mouth as he tugs my hair back and holds my stare, plunging into me. Once. Twice. Three more thrusts, and we’re soaring into the clouds together, our moans and cries a harmony of pleasure.
I feel him come hard, spilling deep inside of me.
“That’s my baby in there.Mine,” he growls, his stare possessive and scalding hot. “Just like you. Mine.”
“I’m yours,” I whimper, completely drained and exhausted, worn down to the most vulnerable layer, only for him.
Gently, I raise my hips, and he slides out of me. Instantly, I feel empty, missing his fullness. Our cum pools in my core, dripping down between my thighs as I quickly walk to the bathroom. I clean myself up before grabbing a towel for him and walking back into the bedroom.
