“Fuck!” Jensen hisses, his hips jerking involuntarily.
I open my mouth wider in invitation, and he slowly feeds me his thick shaft, bracing his hands on the bed above my head as he pumps in and out of my mouth. I relax my throat, taking him as deep as I can, grabbing his firm ass cheeks while he fucks my mouth.
Abruptly, he pulls away, and I mewl in disappointment.
“Not coming in your mouth tonight, my little nymph. Want every drop of my cum inside that tight pussy. But first, I’m going to eat you until you scream,” he promises.
Dear God, he’s so good with those words I almost come right then.
Grabbing my ankles, he yanks me down so my ass is hanging off the end of the bed. He drops to his knees on the floor so his face is between my thighs, pushing them apart with his hands. Without hesitating, he dives between my legs, latching onto my pussy and eating me like a man starving for his only source of sustenance.
“Jensen!” I choke, writhing against him. Holy crap, he has a talented tongue, using it like a finely tuned instrument to fuck me.
His teeth graze my clit, and stars erupt behind my eyes as ecstasy washes over me. As he promised, I scream his name, my body bowing forwards with the strength of my orgasm.
“On your hands and knees, Poppy,” Jensen orders, barely giving me time to come down from my high.
Despite the pleasure he’s just given me, my pussy clenches in anticipation, desperate to feel his thick length filling it, stretching it to capacity. I turn over, resting my weight on my hands and knees.
“Lift your hips higher,” he growls.
I stick my butt up in the air, my breath coming in short pants. “Please, Jensen!”
“Please, what, baby?”
“Please, fuck me hard. I need you inside me!”
He kneels on the bed behind me, and I feel him line himself up with my entrance. He pushes inside me, just an inch, before pulling out again. Sliding the head of his cock along the seam of my pussy, he uses my juices to lubricate my back entrance. He presses his thumb into my ass right as he plunges deep inside my pussy.
I shout his name, my body shunting forward with the force of his thrust.
“Oh, fuck, Poppy!” he grunts, slamming into me again, thumbing my ass as he fucks me.
The headboard hits the wall with each thrust of his hips, and I curl my fingers into the bedclothes to brace myself. The slapping sounds of our sex fill the room, mixed with my moans and Jensen’s guttural grunts. My womb tightens, and a shiver works its way down my spine as he continues his punishing rhythm.
“Give it to me, baby,” he rasps, sensing that I’m close.
I hear a mewling sound and realize it’s me as sensation rips through me. I writhe and squirm my way through an orgasm of epic proportions, sobbing Jensen’s name. I’m barely aware of him roaring his way through his climax, filling me full of him until there’s too much for me to hold, and it leaks out between us.
I fall to the bed, completely boneless, my chest heaving as I suck in air. Jensen collapses next to me, equally spent, his skin glistening with sweat.
“Poppy, dear God!” he whispers in awe.
We lie there for several minutes, both of us trying to recover from the spine-tingling, toe-curling sex. I hover on the cusp of sleep, vaguely aware of Jensen moving from the bed. Minutes later, he scoops me up, ignoring my mumbled protests as he leads me to the bathroom. The shower is already running, and he guides me under the hot spray, washing my hair and soaping my body with such tenderness, it brings tears to my eyes.
After toweling me and then himself dry, he tugs me back to bed, tucking us both under the duvet and pulling me close.
“Take a nap, sweetheart, and then I’ll feed you,” he murmurs, kissing the top of my head.
“Love you,” I mumble, feeling like I’ve belonged to this man for a lifetime rather than mere months.
“Adore you, my beautiful fiancée,” he returns, sifting his fingers through my hair.
“Fiancée sounds good,” I smile against his throat, “but wife sounds better.”