Always Been You

“Don’t laugh.” she said, when she saw the look on his face.

He covered his mouth. “I’m not laughing. I’m just a little… shocked.” he said.

“I couldn’t resist.” She grabbed a towel and scrubbed her mouth with it until her lips were red.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

He gripped her wrist. “Stop.”

“I’m so embarrassed.” She tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear. “I couldn’t stop eating them. I guess I’m a bit nervous”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to feel nervous. There’s no reason to be. You have some…” Reaching out, he wiped sugar from the side of her mouth.

She touched where his finger had been. “I must look like a mess.” she said.

“Not even a little bit.”

Her eyes softened, propelling him forward until they were almost touching. He framed her face with his palms, brushed her cheeks with his thumbs. Her sharp intake of breath spurred him on. Leaning forward, he nuzzled her nose with his.

“Jensen,” she whispered.

The smell of sugar and dough on her breath mixed with the exotic scent of her perfume made him ache with need. Soon, he couldn’t see anything around him or hear the sound of the ice maker dropping a round of cubes into the freezer. Everything simply faded away and Katherine was the only thing he was aware of.

“Are you afraid of what you’re feeling?” he asked her.

She swallowed visibly and nodded. “Kinda”

“But you don’t want to deny it?” he asked.

Katherine’s answer didn’t come in words. That didn’t matter, though. He was fluent in her body language, and he’d heard her response loud and clear. She wanted him, too.

He skimmed her jawline with his fingertips, watched her eyelids flutter shut. “Talk to me, baby,” he said. He laid a hand on her chest, felt her heart beat fast beneath his palm.

Opening her mouth, she said, “Jensen, I-”

Unable to stop himself, he leaned in and licked leftover sugar from her chin. Her lips parted more and he took full advantage, pulling her into a deep kiss. Her body was flush against his, her softness melding into his hardness as if they were meant to be like this with each other. She moaned low, raked her hands through his hair, digging her fingernails into his scalp.

He wanted to explore every inch of her skin, see her in the throes of passion, immerse himself in her. Her body was fuel to the simmering fire building inside him. Her lips were soft, welcoming, addictive.

Lifting her up, he set her on top of the table in the balcony. Eventually, he had no choice but to pull back, breaking the kiss to breathe. With hooded eyes, she looked at him as he lifted her gown up and then off. The strap of her bra fell over her shoulder and he slowly pulled it down. He took her nipple in his mouth, circling it with his tongue and suckling until she cried his name. He swept his hands over the quivering skin of her stomach before he brushed his lips against her navel and dipped his tongue inside.

Katherine’s head fell back as she sighed. “Jensen, please.” she whispered.

He traced the waistband of her panties with his tongue and he groaned, seeing the tiny piece of lace she had on underneath. After running his finger over the fabric, he gripped the elastic and pulled it off, leaving her exposed, open for him.

Jensen dropped to his knees, brushed his finger over her slit. She was slick with yearning, writhing under his touch. He massaged her to a quick climax, enjoying her hoarse cries as her orgasm ripped through her. He didn’t even give her a chance to come down from her high before he leaned in and tasted her, swirling his tongue around her clit before taking it in his mouth.

It didn’t take long before she came again, this time so long and hard he had to fight his own release. But there was so much more he wanted to do. He wanted to take his time, love her thoroughly.

Standing, he cradled her in his arms and carried her into the living room. Laying her on the couch, he peered down at her. She was glorious, glowing. He unbuttoned his shirt and tugged it off impatiently.

Katherine reached out and unbuckled his belt, sliding it free. She unbuttoned his pants and tugged them and his boxers off. Her eyes flashed as she took in every inch of him, her palms smoothing over the muscles of his legs and lower abdomen before squeezing his erection.

Jensen groaned before he grasped her wrists. “I don’t want to come in your hand, baby. I want to come inside you.”he said huskily.

He left her and checked his pants pockets from which he withdrew a condom and sheathed himself. Then he returned to her.

Katherine fell back on the cushions, pulling him with her. Nestled between her legs, he kissed her forehead, her nose, then finally her mouth, biting down on her bottom lip as he pushed inside her. They started slowly, familiarizing themselves with each other and finding a rhythm of their own. As they discovered their groove, the pace quickened and soon they were racing toward completion.

As much as he needed the release, Jensen wanted to savor this moment. She was everything. And he was all hers. There was nobody else, no expectations or obligations. They were in sync with each other. He had never experienced anything even close to this, and he wanted it to last as long as possible before the weight of reality crashed down on them.

With that in mind, he whispered, “Let go.”

That was all it took. He watched her as she came. It took everything in him not to let her milk his release from him. He bit the inside of his cheek as waves of pleasure washed over her.

A few seconds later, she opened her eyes and smiled. He felt a shift near his heart as his chest tightened. She was so damn beautiful. And he loved her. All he had to do now show just how much and make her trust him again.