Chapter 25

Jensen

Hearing her say that did things to me.

“That might be one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me,” I said gruffly.

“I’ll see you soon,” she whispered as she disconnected.

It took a ton of self-control not to do ninety driving over there.

I’d been tired, thinking I’d head to her place if she was still up, and we might just get some sleep.

Then she’d blown me away with her fantasy.

Because I was so big, most women didn’t want me to get rough or manhandle them, even though I was always up for it. My inner caveman enjoyed taking charge and going all alpha male on occasion. I rarely felt comfortable saying that out loud because I didn’t want to come off as some kind of misogynistic jerk, but that wasn’t it. It was a fantasy, nothing more. I enjoyed making love just as much as I liked to fuck. I was good with romantic fucking too. There were all different kinds of sex, and I enjoyed most of them.

Being Tarzan to Bailey’s Jane sounded epic, though.

She wasn’t tiny, but definitely smaller than me, so I’d always be cognizant of that, and I could make this fantasy work for both of us.

I grabbed my bag as I got out of my SUV, excitement surging through me as I approached the front door.

She opened it before I could knock and I stood there for a moment, taking in the vision she made in the semi-darkness.

Inside the house seemed dark, so she was illuminated only by the soft glow of the front porch light, her body a shadowy figure beneath something sheer and billowy. She was completely naked underneath, the long lines of her legs and the curve of her waist nothing but a beautiful silhouette.

“Fuck, baby.” I couldn’t help but stare, drinking her in like a cold glass of water in the middle of the desert.

She handed me a flute of champagne.

“Drink and get comfortable,” she said in a throaty whisper. “Then you can do all the dirty things you’re thinking.”

Yeah, champagne was going to have to wait; I had so much more than drinking on my mind.

I took the flute and set it down on the table.

Then I pushed her against the wall and kissed her, sliding my tongue into her mouth as I cupped her ass and lifted her off the ground. She was soft and sweet and tasted like champagne, which was pretty hot, and I sucked on her tongue playfully.

“You taste like lust,” I whispered into her mouth.

“Champagne-flavored lust?”

“Something like that.” I slid my hand beneath the flimsy fabric of her nightie and stroked my fingers along her bare ass. Her skin was smooth and warm, and I couldn’t wait to bend her over the nearest surface.

There was something else I wanted to do first, though.

“Where did you leave the toys?” I asked.

“Bedroom.”

I guided her into the living room and pressed her against the back of the sofa.

“You stay right there. Don’t move until I get back.” I gently pushed her torso down so her sweet little ass was on display for me. “Do whatever you need to do so your hip doesn’t hurt, but don’t move from here.”

“I won’t.”

I yanked my shirt and tie off as I went down the hall to her bedroom, taking off my belt and slacks once I got there. I was already sporting the mother of all erections, so I went ahead and put a condom on. Then I grabbed the tie I’d been wearing, along with the supplies she’d left out, and carried them back to the living room.

She was still in position, almost dangling over the back of the couch, and I figured that was easier on her hip. She wanted me to take control, but I still had to be cognizant of her physical limitations.

“If I stop at every juncture to make sure your hip doesn’t hurt,” I said, running a hand down her back, “it kind of takes the fun out of it. So, if something gets uncomfortable, just say something direct like ‘my hip!’ and we can adjust. Otherwise, I’m going to do what you asked me to without worrying about it.”

“Yes.” She glanced over her shoulder with a soft smile. “And thank you.”

I slapped her ass. “We’ll see if you’re thanking me in a minute.”

I fisted the flimsy nightgown she wore at the back, lifting her torso off the back of the couch and reaching out to cup her breast with my free hand.

“I found some interesting toys in your bedroom… you ever done anal?”

“Just fingers and toys, not the rest.” She gasped as I pinched her nipple.

With one swift tug, I ripped the material right off her body and let it slide to the ground.

“You’re going to bend over and spread your cheeks for me.” I patted her ass. “Go on.”

She hesitated for a fraction of a second, but then did as I asked.

I took my necktie and slowly put it over her eyes. It probably would have been better with a scarf or something, but I hadn’t wanted her to know what I was planning. And blindfolding her would add just the right amount of tension to the evening’s activities.

I opened the bottle of lube and drizzled a fair amount down her crack, rubbing it in with my fingers. I toyed with her for a bit, keeping my touch light and not focused on any one place. She probably had an idea what was next, but I’d make her wait a little.

Sliding my middle finger into her pussy, I pressed the tip of my thumb into her ass. She jerked a little, but I held her in place with a firm hand on her lower back.

“Relax,” I whispered. “You’re too tense.”

She nodded and I reached for the butt plug I’d found. It wasn’t big, and looked brand new, so I figured she could take it.

“Deep breath,” I said gently, watching her chest rise. “Now let it out.”

She released a rush of air, and I firmly pushed the plug into the tight puckered hole. She squirmed, but it settled in with a little plop and I kept pressure on the knob at the end.

“Do. Not. Move.” I guided my cock to her slick entrance and filled her with one firm thrust, continuing to push down on the butt plug.

She gasped, her torso shooting up off the cushions.

“Jensen!”

“Is it your hip?”

“No, but?—”

I didn’t let her finish. Instead, I pulled out and slammed back in, continuing to push on the plug. The pressure there, coupled with my cock in her pussy, would hopefully hit all of her pleasure spots. And with the plug, she was tighter than ever.

“Oh my god…” She panted every time I bottomed out, her fingers digging into the cushions.

“Just breathe and take it… every stroke.”

“Jensen!” Her feet came off the ground as she convulsed around me, a loud keening cry leaving her chest. “Fuck, oh god, yes-yes-yes!”

That was all the encouragement I needed, because the only thing that could have made this better would have been being bare inside of her. But it didn’t matter, because I shot off with enough force to move the whole couch forward by at least a foot.

“Fuck!” I growled through my own release, closing my eyes as everything blurred in my field of vision. I pumped into her until I was spent, and then collapsed against her back.

“Jesus.” She took a deep, shuddery breath. “Are we still alive or did we move on to the next plane of life?”

I chuckled. “Jury’s still out. I’ll let you know in the morning.”

“I’m not sure I can stand.”

I slowly pulled out and helped her to her feet, but her knees buckled, and I immediately scooped her up.

“Easy. I’ve got you.”

“My legs feel like jelly,” she whispered, resting her head against my shoulder.

“It’ll pass in a few minutes.” I carried her toward the bedroom. “By the way, I owe you a nightgown.”

She chuckled. “That was bought specifically for the purpose of you ripping it off me.”

“Mission accomplished.” I dumped her on the new bed she’d had delivered while I was away. “Now catch your breath because we’re just getting started.”

I playfully picked up her vibrator and clicked it on so she could hear it since she still had the blindfold on. “I have plans for this baby.”

She reached up to remove my tie, but I stopped her. “Uh uh uh. Leave that on. You wanted me to be in control, right?”

“Yes.” She leaned back against the pillows.

“I’m going to buy you some nipple clamps. You ever try those?”

“No.”

“I think you’d like them.” I flicked my thumb back and forth across one nipple, which instantly puckered. “It’s like jewelry for your tits.”

“I think that’s more a gift for you than me,” she replied with a chuckle.

“Maybe. But I think the combination of pleasure and pain will turn you on.”

“ You turn me on.”

“You getting wet again, baby?” I teased, pressing the vibrator against her clit.

“Ohhh.” Her hips came up off the mattress, grinding against the vibrations.

“That’s it…let’s get you nice and wet for my cock.”

She moaned in response, and I increased the speed of the vibrator, moving it up and down her slit, pausing to press it against the butt plug.

“Oh, shit, Jensen… fuck!” She squirmed, alternately pressing against it and then moving away.

“If we had a dildo, this would be even more fun,” I teased, putting a finger inside of her. “Or would you rather have my cock again?”

“You!” She moaned. “Please, Jensen, I need you.”

“I know, but you have to be patient and let me make it good for you.”

I removed the tie from around her head and quickly looped it around her wrists, tying it to one of the wrought iron bars of her headboard.

“There. Now you’re at my mercy for real.” I bent my head and sucked one taut nipple between my lips, biting down until she moaned. “We are definitely buying nipple clamps.”

“Yes.” She licked her lips.

God, she was always pretty but she was downright breathtaking when she was tied up. Completely open for me. Next time we’d do spread eagle, but there was no time for that tonight.

I liked the raw vulnerability in her eyes, but more than that, I liked the trust I saw there. She hadn’t even flinched when I’d tied her hands over her head, which turned me on almost as much as her naked body.

As self-conscious as she was about her scars, I didn’t even notice them. I knew they were there, of course, but all I saw was her flat stomach and round hips, shapely thighs and toned calves. And her breasts. I could play with those all day.

I tossed the vibrator to the side and covered her body with mine.

“Are you on birth control, Bailey?” I met her gaze directly, because this was important. If she said no, I wouldn’t hesitate to grab a condom.

But if she said yes…

“Yes.” She looked up at me curiously.

“I want to be bare inside of you. Do you trust me enough for that?”

“Yes.”

Ah, fuck.

No hesitation at all.

I slid into her without another word, closing my eyes as I glided through her slick heat. Holy fuck, this was fantastic. It had been a long time since I’d been inside of a woman without the latex barrier.

And it was fucking heaven.

When I was fully seated, I put my hands on either side of her face and kissed her.

Long and deep and filled with so many confusing emotions.

Heat and lust and passion and… love .

There was no other word for it.

I’d been in love before, but this felt different.

This transcended space and time and everything I’d experienced in the past.

This was real.

Somewhere deep inside of me, I knew she was the one.

The one I wanted to be with forever.