Starting With You

36. Let's not do the slow torture thing tonight, ok?

Jensen

I FEEL HER WEIGHT SHIFT NEXT TO me and I open my eyes to see that she's mimicked my pose, head leaning back against the back of the couch. I turn my head to look at her and she does the same. We stare at each other silently for a few minutes.

"What are you thinking?" she asks, finally breaking the silence.

I comb the stray hairs off her face, tucking them behind her ear, resting my hand along the column of her neck. "You're so fucking beautiful, baby."

A slow smile breaks across her face, lighting up her eyes. She erases the few inches between us to place the softest kiss on my lips. "Thank you, Jensen. For telling me. I still think you're the most incredible person I know. Well, maybe I think you're even more incredible. Despite your tough exterior, you're a big softie in here." She places her palm flat against my chest right over my racing heart.

I cover her hand with mine. "I love you. You know that, right? I love you so much."

"It's hard not to know when you're constantly showing me," she says and then leans forward for another kiss.

When she tries to back up, I circle my fingers around her neck, roughly holding her in place and I sink in for another taste of her. The moment our tongues tangle together, she gasps as if surprised by the electricity it produced. She throws her leg over my hip, and I run my hand up and down her bare thigh, circling my fingers under the hem of her shorts.

I tug on the shorts. "Off, baby. Take these off." I fumble with the button and the zipper, and she helps shimmy them down her legs. Once they're off, I breeze a finger over her panties, groaning at the wetness already pooling there. "These need to come off, too. And this." I rip the tank top over her head as she struggles to remove her underwear. She's wearing only her bra now and I make quick work to get rid of that, too. Finally, she's bare before me, and I gawk at my gorgeous girl for a few long moments.

I'm woken from my trance when I feel her tugging on my shirt. I help her undress me, and soon we are both naked next to each other on the couch.

Neither of us rush to initiate the first move, both inspecting the other. Without making a conscious decision, I brush a thumb over her nipple and watch it pucker. Then I repeat it with the other one, lazily circling around her full breasts before I hold them in my hands, feeling the weight of them, and then I squeeze. The sensation elicits a gasp from her, and she arches her back. Her eyes are closed, lost to nothing but the feel of me touching her.

When I lick a nipple, she moans and arches toward me again. I nibble her tits, soft bites at first and then rougher ones while sucking the skin into my mouth. I love marking her like this and discovering the love bites the next time we're together.

Slowly, I trace my fingers down her stomach and her eyes open to watch my movements. I glide a lazy finger through her slit, relishing the wetness I find, and I smear it around her clit with the softest pressure. I've become an expert of how to please her with my hands and mouth over the past few weeks, and I know she needs a much harder pressure, but I want to take my time with her tonight.

Grabbing my wrist in a tight fist, she tries to instruct me in how to pleasure her. I laugh in response to her impatience. She's always so impatient. I love watching her squirm, delaying the instant gratification that she seeks.

As I continue with the languorous movements, I take her mouth with mine again, immediately plunging my tongue inside and swallowing her gasp. She writhes against my hand. Needy. So needy. I fucking love it.

"Jensen," she whines against my mouth. "Let's not do the slow torture thing tonight, ok? Please. Not tonight."

When I don't respond with words or actions, she grasps my cock with a firm grip. "Ahhh," I half-shriek, half-moan. "You're a devil woman," I curse. "Fuck, baby. Slow. Slower. Let's slow down."