Always Been You

“Ride me,” he said in a strained voice. His pupils dilated and his brow constricted. Tight lines were etched into his forehead, and his hands gripped her hips so tightly that she could do nothing more than squeeze her inner muscles around his erection.

“Sweat heaven,” he groaned.

She wasn’t going to last, and she was helpless to do anything about it. She needed to move. She had to move.

Placing her palms flat on his chest, she wiggled free of his grasp and began to move up and down, taking him, releasing him, then taking him again. Sweat beaded his brow. His eyes were narrow slits, and he never took his gaze from hers. He urged her closer so he could cup her breasts. They filled both palms and he rubbed the pad of his thumb over the painfully erect nubs.

“I can’t hold on,” she whispered.

“Then let’s go together,” he urged.

His hands left her breasts and he gripped her hips, lifting her and pulling her down in time with his upward thrusts. The burn spread. Tension mounted. She wound tighter and tighter until it was all she could do to hang on.

She threw her head back, her mouth open in an endless cry of agony. The sweetest, most breathtaking agony of her life. His hands left her hips to tangle in her hair. He rose up, pulling her harshly to meet his kiss. Frantically, his hands moved up and down her back, into her hair, through her hair, over her face as if he couldn’t get enough and wanted to memorize every feature.

And then it was as if the world went silent. The wave rolled, crashed and then broke into a million tiny ripples, each feeding the other.

She was no longer cognizant of holding on to him. She was riding high and fast. She had no idea how long she lay sprawled over Jensen, her heart beating so frantically that she literally felt each thud. His arms were wrapped around her, and their legs were all tangled up. He was still buried inside her, and she could feel the remnants of his orgasm. Each little pulse sent a tiny shock of aftermath flooding through her body.

Slowly she became aware that he was stroking her back and her hair. He murmured little sweet words in her ear but nothing seemed to make sense. She was completely befuddled by this man, her husband.

“I think I blew it.” he said.

She smiled and snuggled a little closer, tucking her head under his chin and nuzzling his chest.

“You blew, all right. But I think I blew first.” She replied.

His chest heaved as he chuckled. “You’re such a naughty girl.”Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Summoning energy she sorely lacked, she raised her head and propped up on his chest so she could stare down into his eyes. What she saw sent a pang of longing straight through her heart.

He looked content. Sated, but not just in a sexual way. He looked at home. Oh, she had an overactive imagination. She was sure of that. But when he looked at her like that, with the world in his eyes, a world where only she existed, it was hard not to get caught up in the fantasy they’d created between them.

He ran a gentle finger over her mouth. “What are you thinking?”he asked.

“I’m fairly certain a man should never ask a woman what she’s thinking right after sex,” she said lightly.

“I’m fairly certain women like to talk after sex. Well, talk and cuddle, or some girly thing like that. And I know you. You like that.” he replied.

She grinned and leaned down to kiss him. “I like the cuddle part.” she agreed.

He gathered her in his arms and rolled until they lay on their sides. “Don’t wanna talk, huh?”

She reached down to touch him again. He put his hand down to stop her.

“No, don’t do that . You don’t have to mess with it.” he said.

She smiled and kissed him again then scooted off the bed to the bathroom. When she returned, he was propped on one hand, watching her intently. His naked body was a gorgeous sight. Even in a relaxed state, his proportions were generous to say the least.

“If you keep looking at me like that, it’s not going to stay down,” he growled.

“You only planned to do this once?” she asked in mock horror.

He reached over, grabbed her arm and yanked her back down beside him. “I’ll have you know, You have no idea what I plan to do to you tonight.”

She snorted with laughter. “Really? Did you plan an orgy?”

“Okay I may have exaggerated….. slightly. But only slightly,” he said with a sly grin.

“That’s good to know. I’d hate to think I was under that kind of pressure.” She said grinning.

He tweaked her nose then followed up with a kiss. “Somehow I think you could hold up quite well. You amazing woman.” he replied.