He lets out a low groan, his hips stuttering before I feel him spill inside me, warm and heavy.
The shockwaves flicker through us, my pussy trying to drag every last drop from him. But his fingers flex around my belly, like he’s not ready to let go.
I’m not either, and I lean into him when his lips press to my shoulder.
For a while we just lie there, neither one of us moving, our ragged breaths settling into something calmer. I soak in his heat, and the kisses he trails down my jaw like I’m the only thing that matters.
Time ticks away, but he doesn’t pull out of my body, even though he softening inside me. It’s like he’s can’t let go.
I glance over my shoulder. “Jensen? Are you okay?”
He hums. “I am now.”
I try to move, to slide off his cock, but his grip locks around me. “Don’t.”
It’s the plea in his voice that stops me. I don’t know what is happening right now, but something’s wrong.
So I do what I always do. I deflect, I make light of it. “Are you planning on staying in there all night?” I tease, but he doesn’t laugh.
He just kisses my shoulder again, like his mouth needs to be on me in the same way his lungs need air to breathe. “I’d stay inside you forever,” he murmurs. “Don’t squeeze me out, baby. Let me have this.”
“Okay,” I whisper, gripping his arm softly, my thumb tracing circles on his skin.
He needs this, but the longer he stays buried inside me, the more I realize I need it just as much.
FOURTEEN
MIA
I wake exactlyhow I went to sleep—with Jensen molded along my spine, like he’s wrapped his protection around me in the night. His fingers rest against my folds, so close to where I need him, and his cock is still buried inside me. An unapologetic steel rod.
This has been our routine for the last four weeks.
Since our argument.
It’s like he can’t bear sleeping without knowing I’m attached to him. I’m not complaining. It makes me feel held and loved to wake with his heavy thickness stretching me.
It also helps me to know when he’s awake. Because as soon as he is, his fingers stroke slowly through my wetness.
A needy moan slips out before I can stop it. I arch my back, pushing deeper onto his shaft, and we both groan.
I can feel him pressing against my walls. “Keep making those greedy sounds, baby, and I’ll tie you to the bed and fuck you so hard you’ll forget your name.”
I should roll my eyes at how unhinged he is, but my body softens for him instantly.
Greedy, traitorous bitch.
I can’t help it. I love it when he’s like this. The way he wants me so desperately, even when I’m wrecked most of the time. Morning sickness has been rough, so has the exhaustion.
Some days, it feels like the power cord has been pulled out of my body. I fell asleep twice this week at my desk. Just nodded off mid task. Juno’s going to hand in her notice at this rate. And I wouldn’t even blame her. I’m dead weight right now. She’s managing everything at the gallery.
My thoughts scatter as Jensen rolls his hips. I grip his wrist, not sure if I’m trying to control his fingers between my legs or using it to anchor my body before I levitate off the bed.
His strokes are slow, then he picks up the pace. Every thrust winds me tighter and I’m a puddle of need as I press back into him with the desperation of a wild animal.
“That’s it, baby,” his voice scrapes out of his tight throat, “take every fucking inch of me.”
I feel the graze of his teeth against my shoulder and the bite of pain alongside the folding pleasure squeezes my walls around him, like I can milk every drop out of his cock.
