Until Twyla

by Fox, Ella

  “Goddamn this is hard,” he growls. Letting go of my face, he sits back in his seat and lets out a tortured-sounding breath.

  “Breakfast,” he rasps. “Gotta feed you.”

  I nod even though he’s not looking at me. Maybe I should feel rejected right now but I don’t at all. No one has ever made me feel sexier or more wanted than Jensen just did.

  “Okay,” I answer. “Let’s do it.”

  He lets out a choked groan as he looks over at me and then bursts out laughing. “Babe. Now’s not the time for do it jokes.”

  The sexual tension in the car lets up a little as I throw my head back and laugh.

  Chapter Seven

  Twyla

  I yawn as I snuggle against the warmth beneath my cheek. Mm, heavenly. I’ve been less than impressed by the stupid mattress in a box that was a rip off of a popular brand I bought on sale when I moved into my apartment, but I guess I judged it too harshly. I’ve never been more comfortable than I am right now, so I guess it just needed to be broken in. For eight months. Wait. That doesn’t make any sense.

  When the bed beneath my head rises and falls, it all comes back to me. I’m not in my apartment on my knockoff mattress. No, I’m at Jensen’s house, on his couch, and currently, my head is on his chest. After we finished breakfast, we both took showers. Naturally he stood outside the bathroom door and kept asking if I was okay until I was safely out and dressed in my own clothes. My yoga pants and the tee that says Australia on the front never felt more comfortable.

  After that, we came into his living room and turned on the TV. I think I made it through about ten minutes of Maine Cabin Masters on the DIY network before I started dozing off. Judging by the fact that there’s no sign of the sun, I’m guessing I slept the day away.

  Opening my eyes, I try to get my bearings but quickly lose that train of thought when I realize I’m flat out laying on top of Jensen like he’s a bed. Since he didn’t have throw blankets or pillows on his couch he brought out two pillows and the comforter from his bed into the living room to make me comfortable when we sat down to watch TV. When he opened his arms to me I’d gone willingly, loving the way he wrapped himself around me so that we were spooning. I guess at some point I turned over and climbed his sleeping body like a jungle gym on the playground—not that I’m complaining. Forcing myself to stay still so I don’t wake him up, I try to think of things not related to the sexy man under me. Too bad he smells so damn good because that’s not helping to bank down my arousal. The longer I lay here, wide awake with Jensen beneath me, the worse it gets. I shift in an effort to get comfortable but stop moving completely when I rub against something thick and hard. Oh. My. God.

  Biting my lip, I hold back a groan as I mentally scream at myself not to move. Do not rub against Jensen’s erection. Do not rub against Jensen’s erection… oh, shit. My hips move of their own accord, rocking me so that his cock rubs against me. I’m so weak. I go back to trying not to move, but fail again in under a minute.

  “You’re awake,” he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep.

  Swallowing, I nod against his chest. “Yeah.”

  Lifting my head, I find him watching me, his eyes and expression alert even though he was just asleep.

  “Keep rocking like that and I’m going to yank those yoga pants off and feast on your cunt until you come all over my tongue. Once I get a taste of that pussy I’m going to fuck you so hard one or both of us will likely be unable to walk afterward.”

  I want that. I want him. I want it all. Unfortunately, the mild-mannered, afraid-of-everything good girl voice that lives inside of most women is getting mouthy with me. Not even a full day in and I’m ready to throw caution to the wind, the scared-as-hell side to me screams. The way I feel toward Jensen Reed defies reason, time, and logic. Although I believe that what I see reflected in his eyes toward me means he feels the same, my inner voice is making me crazy anxious right now.

  “Whatever you’re thinking, stop. I don’t know how you’ve been treated before or what kind of relationships you’ve been in, but what I do know is that this is different. Anything before this wasn’t meant to be. Me and you, babe? We’re fuckin’ real, and I’m not going anywhere. That dart landed on Tennessee so that I could find you. You can call it fate, destiny, kismet, luck, moirai, or the boom. Whatever term you use, where you and I are concerned, it’s right.”

  “You truly believe that?” I ask, my voice soft.

  Sitting up, he takes my hand and puts it over his heart. “You feel this?”

  I nod.

  “It’s yours now, Twyla. You’re my boom. I’ve waited my entire life for you—waiting until you’re comfortable enough to accept the truth I already know won’t kill me. As long as I have you, here, in my arms, I’m good. Whether we make love now or ten months from now, that won’t be any less true.”

  “Are we crazy?”

  His heart beats a solid rhythm beneath my hand as he smiles. “I think pretending this is anything other than the gift it is would be crazy. This, right now? This is life. There is no rule that says you can’t fall in love between one breath and the next, like I did with you last night.”

  My heart slams so hard against my chest it’s a wonder it isn’t visible. “You did?”

  He nods, his expression serious. “I did, and I know maybe that seems nuts to you but it’s a fact. There’s nothing that says you can only be certain you’re in love after a year or two. There are people who would run away from this because they’ve bought into the bullshit society has beat into them with the whole give it time, wait and see, take a test run bullshit. I don’t need time. I knew last night. I love you, Twyla.”

  I can’t contain the smile that spreads across my face as I stare into his eyes. “I love you too,” I answer. And I mean it. I’ve never said that to a man before and I know to the depths of my soul that I never will again. Jensen Reed is it for me.

  His face lights up, but I don’t wait for him to respond. Instead, I lean in and kiss him. This is us, a hundred miles an hour, caution to the wind, and somehow I’ve never felt steadier in my life.

  I thought he’d kissed the hell out of me in his car earlier, but apparently, that was just a tease. Although I’m on top of him, it’s quickly clear that he’s in control. Taking his hands from my face, he threads one into my hair and settles the other on my waist. The idea that he’s staking a claim to me with his hands and tongue makes me feel like a princess in a fairytale. The way he controls my movements makes my head swim in the best way possible. Settling my hands on his shoulders, I follow his lead and kiss him back, meeting his tongue stroke for stroke. There is nothing but this moment and this man.

  He groans as I grind against him, my body desperate for more. More of this, more of him, more sensation—I want to drown in this. There’s making out, and then there’s this, and it’s better by about a million miles. I had no idea it was even possible to be this turned on from just a kiss. That’s the thing though. It’s more than than just a kiss—it’s something much, much bigger.

  Taking my hands from his shoulders, I slide them under the hem of his shirt. Tearing his mouth from mine, he opens his eyes and meets my gaze. “Fuck, babe,” he rasps. “Your hands feel so good on my skin.”

  I nibble at my lower lip as I glide my hands all the way up his torso. Grinning, he drops his hands to the bottom of my Australia tee. When he lifts it up and sets a hand on either side of my waist, I shiver and grind down on his erection again. The warmth of his touch feels like the most potent aphrodisiac in the world. I stop swirling my fingers across his pectoral muscles and pinch at his nipples, grinning when he lets out a harsh groan.

  I lose focus when he takes the hem of my tee and brings it up and over my head. He cups my bra-covered breasts in his hands, tracing his thumb over my nipples through the satin material. Arching my back, I moan and rock against his erection as he tweaks and pinches my nipples through the fabric of the bra. I let out a squeak of surprise when he rolls m
e over so that he’s on top. My thighs clench at his waist as he settles in against me, the heat of his hard cock nudging against my sex through the layers of our clothing.

  The bra I’m wearing isn't anything to write home about so I expect him to undo the front clasp and free my breasts immediately. Instead, he shifts his position a little so that he has easier access and then he swirls his tongue over my left nipple. Threading my hands through his hair, I hold on as he licks, nibbles, and sucks on my nipple through the satiny fabric, the circular wet spot on my bra growing more prominent as he goes on.

  “Please,” I whimper.

  He laughs huskily as he lifts his head and transfers his attention to my right nipple. My entire body feels like a live wire. Taking my fingers out of his hair, I tug at his tee. “Take this off.”

  He bites down on my nipple and gives a little tug, making my breath whoosh out of me as the stinging sensation gives way to pleasure when he lets go. Looking up at me, he grins.

  “You think you’re ready for what happens when both of our clothes start coming off?” he asks.

  I nod rapidly. “Yes.”

  His eyes flash as he cups my breasts. “You’re sure?”

  “I’ve never been surer of anything,” I answer.

  He searches my eyes for a minute before he nods. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he groans. “I love you so much.”

  I’m so caught up in looking at him that I don’t realize he’s undoing the clasp of my bra until the moment my breasts are freed from the satin material. We look down in unison and Jensen’s carnal growl when he sees my naked breasts for the first time makes me even wetter than I already am.

  Reaching down he grabs the hem of his tee and pulls it up and over his head. My hands are on him in an instant, my breath catching in my throat as I look at the way my small hand looks against his muscular chest.

  “Fuck this,” he rasps. Before I can ask what he means, he’s rising from the couch.

  My brow furrows in confusion, but I quickly understand why he said that when he lifts me into his arms and starts walking toward his bedroom with hurried steps. Once we’re in his room, he sets me down on the massive black four poster bed and stands between my thighs. He traces his fingers along the skin of my abdomen until he reaches the waistband to my yoga pants. Tucking his fingers beneath the band, he runs them back and forth.

  “Are you still ready for this?” he asks. I love him even more because he cares enough to check and make sure.

  “Yes,” I assure him, my voice firm. “I love you and I want to be with you, Jensen.”

  Gripping the waistband, he pulls my pants down. I lick my lips as I lean back and raise my hips to help him get them off. Feeling the fresh air in the room on my heated skin, I realize he took my panties down at the same time. After dropping my clothes, he bends down and takes my socks off. Rising, he grins down at my naked form. When he holds his hands out, I link my fingers through his and squeeze. Tugging me up, he pulls off the unclasped bra that’s been hanging on my shoulders for the last few minutes.

  With me one hundred percent naked, he lets go of my hands and steps back. His eyes blaze a heated trail along my body as he looks his fill. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful. I can hardly believe you’re mine.”

  I shiver at his words, loving how proprietary they are.

  “I am, Jensen. I’m all yours.”

  He lets out a gruff happy sound as he maneuvers me back on the bed and then climbs up onto it himself, settling onto his knees between my legs. I bite my lip and trace his amazing abs with my eyes, especially where the sexy-as-hell happy trail disappears into his navy-blue sweatpants.

  “Spread your legs for me,” he growls.

  I watch his face as I spread for him, and the expression on it is pure fire. He groans as he drops down and positions himself so that his face is just above my soaking wet pussy.

  “Legs over my shoulders.”

  I’m so turned on right now it’s a wonder I’m not spontaneously combusting. I struggle to move my limbs as the sensation of his breath skating across my naked pussy makes me quiver with desire. As soon as I’m positioned where he wants me, he leans in and inhales. My breath catches as he looks up into my eyes and does it again.

  “Jensen,” I whimper.

  There’s the flash of a grin before he traces his nose against my pussy. When I make a needy sound, he switches it up and starts tracing his tongue along my lips, first one side, then the other. Holy. Shit. He’s not even touching my clit, and I’m so turned on I can barely breathe.

  I feel like I might come out of my skin when he growls as he wiggles his tongue against my clit, licking up and down in quick, feathery motions that make it impossible to think. I roll my hips and let out a soft cry when his licks get firmer. Wrapping one arm around my waist, he holds me where he wants me and then plunges his tongue inside me. Soon his tongue is replaced with two of his fingers, and I hold onto his biceps for dear life as he licks my clit and fucks me with his fingers.

  “Oh, fuck, Jensen,” I cry.

  When he gently sucks my clit into his mouth, I lose it. Arching my back, I dig my fingers into his arms as I come with a small scream.

  He keeps on licking and sucking my pussy as his fingers move in and out of me in a twisting motion. I’m a one and done on my best day, so it’s shocking that instead of feeling like I can’t come again, I damn well know I’m going to.

  Lifting his head, he keeps fucking me with two fingers as he puts his thumb down on my clit and starts to rub. “Jesus fuck, Twyla. This pussy is going to make me crazy. Never tasted anything better than you coming on my tongue.”

  I clench against his fingers, whimpering as he changes the way he’s rubbing my clit. It’s too much and not enough all at once.

  “That’s right, baby. Be a good girl and come on my fingers one more time before I fill you up with cock and fuck you through the goddamn mattress.”

  It’s the expression on his face as much as the sensation of his thumb against my clit that sends me over. I chant his name as I come again, this orgasm gentle but exquisite. I work on catching my breath as Jensen takes my legs down from their position over his shoulders. He rubs them gently for a minute before he stands. When he pulls his sweatpants down and steps out of them, I lose my breath for a different reason entirely.

  In clothes, he’s the hottest guy ever. Naked, he’s a work of art. His cock is long and thick, big in a way I’ve never seen, but not in a way that makes me feel I’m about to be split in half. Nobody wants that. Naked, he turns and strides into his master bathroom. Sitting up, I prop back against my elbows, confused about why he walked away. My question is answered a few seconds later when he returns with a box of condoms. I breathe a sigh of relief when I see that it’s brand new and unopened. After opening the box, he yanks out a row of condoms. Tearing one off, he tosses the rest onto the bed. I lick my lips and focus on breathing when he opens the foil packet, extracts the condom, and then rolls it down onto his hard length.

  Climbing onto the bed, he settles between my legs, setting his cock on my naked sex. My empty pussy clenches in need as he slides back and forth. Looking into my eyes, he smiles. “Are you ready?” he asks.

  I’m so ready it’s damn near embarrassing. “More than ready,” I murmur.

  Expecting him to put himself inside of me, I’m surprised when he cups my chin and holds me steady as he leans in and kisses me, and it’s as sweet as it is profound. He kisses me reverently like it’s a promise of things to come. When he lifts his head, I’m breathless.

  “So fuckin’ perfect,” he says huskily.

  Bracing himself over me with one arm, he reaches between us and guides the head of his cock to my opening. I spread wide as he sinks in that first inch, and then I wrap my legs around his hips and hold on tightly as he works in deeper. The stretch of him inside me is too much and not enough at the same time. I need time to adjust, but I also want to be full of him, and I want him to fuck me, hard.

&n
bsp; “Patience, babe,” he rasps when I let out a needy whimper. “Your tight little cunt needs a minute to adjust and frankly so does my dick. If I start moving now, I’ll embarrass myself and come in under two minutes. You feel too fuckin’ perfect. Amazing.”

  I catch my breath when he reaches between us and starts to rub my clit with his fingers. As he does, he feeds more of himself into me. We both let out strangled sounds when he finally sinks all the way in, and we’re as connected as two people can be. He kisses me again, and this time finesse is out the window. We’re all tongue, moaning and biting at each other as he rears back and then thrusts forward. Tearing my lips away, I let out a cry.

  Just that one thrust and I wonder if I’m about to come already. With my legs wrapped around his waist and my hands gripping onto the comforter, I hold on tight as he thrusts and retreats.

  “Christ you’re so fuckin’ tight,” he hisses. “Love this pussy, baby. So good.”

  My head is too far gone for coherent words. “Fuck me,” I cry, “just fuck me.”

  “Love the way you beg, and the way your tits bounce when I fuck you is incredible,” he praises, his voice gravelly and deep.

  “Oh, God, Jensen,” I keen, knowing I’m seconds away from coming.

  “You like taking my cock, Twyla?”

  “I love it,” I answer, my breath coming like I’m running a marathon.

  “Then be a good girl and come all over it.”

  The filthy way he talks to me is a whole other level of hot. Clenching around him, I throw my head back and silently scream as I come. He keeps going, drawing my orgasm out with each thrust.

  “Feels so good,” he pants. “Fuck! I’m going to come.”