by Lacey Black
“Stop looking at me like that or I won’t last five seconds.”
I run my hands up his sides, pushing his shirt as I go. “Like what?” I whisper, scoring my nails into the sensitive flesh under his armpits, making him jump.
“You’re playing with fire, Butterfly,” he growls before nipping at my earlobe with his teeth and soothing the bite with his tongue.
“Maybe I want you to let go completely?” I taunt as I move my hands around to his back and dig into his skin.
The result is a shiver, followed by fire flaring within his eyes. He’s dangerously close to losing control, and frankly, I’m not interested in his control. I’d much rather him lose it, just the way he used to back when we were younger. He’d never hurt me. Never. Jensen would rather hurt himself than me, but there was this wildness that lurked within he tried to cage.
Tonight, I want to unleash the beast.
All it will take is for me to drop the match.
I push up on my elbows and run my nose along his neck. His scent is simply magnificent. When I reach his ear, I whisper, “Take me, Jensen. Make me yours.”
He inhales sharply and pulls my elbows, making me fall back onto the bed. I watch in awe as he reaches behind his neck and pulls his shirt up and over his head, disregarding it much like he did mine. He lies back on top of me, caging me against the mattress. Anticipation races through my blood and his mouth claims mine once more. His tongue sweeps in and out, mimicking what I want him to do with his erection. My nails grip his shoulders and my legs fall completely open.
Jensen’s hand moves to my leg, tossing it over one shoulder. Even though he’s still wearing shorts and I’ve got my panties on, I can feel just how hard and ready he is for me. He grinds himself against the wet lace until I’m practically shaking in his arms. Then, he rips his lips from mine, his heavy breathing mixing with my own. The intensity in his eyes burn into me as he says, “I’m not even close to being done with you.”
Chapter Thirteen
Jensen
I’m practically shaking as I grasp on to any sliver of control I can find. I’m hanging by a thread and with her grinding her sweet pussy against my cock, I’m mere seconds away from losing it completely.
I let go of her leg and set it back on the bed. She looks positively edible in her fucking lace bra and panties. I’m sure they cost a pretty penny, yet the caveman inside of me would love nothing more than to rip them from her body. I won’t, however, as hard as it may be not to.
Deciding to enjoy the view of her body just a little longer, I jump up and practically rip my button off my shorts trying to get them off. My slip-on shoes are gone, so there’s nothing in my way as I push my shorts and boxers down at the same time. My cock juts from my body, painfully hard and weeping with precum.
Kate’s eyes are glued to my body as I strip naked and reach for my wallet to retrieve a condom. I only have two in there, not that I expected sex tonight, but because I’ve always been one to be prepared. Back when Kate and I dated the first time, sex was always a spontaneous thing. We never knew when we’d find ourselves stripping naked (or sometimes not even stripping at all) and going at it like rabbits.
I’ve changed a bit since she last saw me naked, much like she has. I’ve always been on the leaner side, but now my skin is rougher, tanner, and my muscles much more defined. Kate is still the perfect combination of softness and curve, though she’s definitely filled out a lot more in the last twelve years.
My eyes are glued to her as I sheath myself in protection. If I could hold out a little longer, I’d just sit here and stare at the beauty she is. The soft pink of her bra and panties is amazing against the delicate color of her skin, but I burn to see what she’s like completely nude. Her pale skin against the black and white bedding is like a siren’s call.
I slowly make my way onto the bed, feasting on the beauty before me. “Sit up,” I instruct, loving how her eyes dilate with anticipation. As soon as she does, I unclasp her bra, letting the pale pink fall away. She’s just as I envisioned her to be. Full breasts with hard, rosy nipples begging to be sucked.
As if knowing what I’m going to say next, she lies back down on the comforter, putting her legs together. My fingers glide along smooth skin as they trail up her legs. I’ve always been fascinated with her legs and that hasn’t changed. She’s fucking sexy as hell and I long to have them wrapped around my waist.
I toy with the satin along her hipbones, drawing out the anticipation a little longer. I can hear her breathing, it’s choppy and heavy, and I’m pretty sure it matches my own. With my eyes locked on hers, I slowly pull the panties down her hips. I keep going past her thighs and calves until I’m maneuvering them around her feet. They’re wet from earlier and I can smell just how turned on she is. My mouth waters for another taste, but I refrain. The only thing I want right now is to feel that sweet pussy gripping my cock.
When the panties are completely gone, I finally look down. She’s bare before me, glistening and wet, only the tiniest strip of hair on display. I’ll definitely have my mouth on her again, but not yet. Not now. I need her. Need to feel her wrapped around me.
“Hold on, Kate,” I say, taking my position between her legs and throwing one over my shoulder once more.
She seems to hold her breath as I line myself up. My eyes lock on hers once more as if seeking confirmation one last time. Kate nods at me, her hazel eyes a touch on the brown side, as she waits for what’s to come (no pun intended). I have to fight my body’s reaction not to just thrust forward, burying myself balls deep. Instead, I ever so slowly rock my hips until just the tip is surrounded with warmth and wetness.
The sweetest gasp spills from her lips as I push forward, inch by inch. She’s tight—so fucking tight—and the moment I’m buried completely inside of her, I have to stop, take a deep breath, and try not to blow right then and there. I can feel her spasm around me, her own body tight with desire and need. I’m grinding down on my molars as I fight every urge I have not to just pound until I come.
Kate’s face is a mixture of tension and pleasure. I move her leg and lie on top of her, taking her lips with my own. The moment I do, I can feel her body loosen around me. “That’s it, Butterfly. Take a deep breath and relax,” I whisper, trailing my lips down the delicious column of her neck.
She digs her nails into my back once more, the slight bite of pain an accelerant to my libido. “Move,” she gasps, rocking her hips to try to create friction.
“Not until you’re ready,” I tell her, placing open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone.
“I’m ready. Please.” It’s a plea for more, one I’m more than ready to fulfill.
“You sure?” I ask, turning and locking my eyes on hers.
“Yes. Just…move.”
A cocky smile creeps across my face as I prepare to give her—us—what we both need. Returning to my position on my haunches, I toss her leg back over my shoulder and grip her hips. Slowly, I pull out until I can see the glistening tip of my cock. When she goes to protest, I thrust forward, rocking my hips and hitting that spot inside her that makes her scream.
“Fuck, Kate,” I groan, holding her leg up and grinding my hips between her thighs. She places her hands above her head, gripping the pillow, and hangs on, and that’s when my body starts to take over. My thrusts are out of control as I drive us both toward release.
The familiar tingle starts at the base of my spine and I know I’m out of time. Reaching down, I start to rub her clit, her pussy instantly clenching around me. Kate cries out, rocking her hips in rhythm. It only takes two more thrusts before she’s coming again, squeezing the life out of my cock and screaming my name into the night. I follow quickly, my release hard and fast as I continue to pump into her tight body.
The moment the spasms subside, my entire body is riddled with fatigue, my own legs barely able to hold me up. Setting her leg to the side, I come down on top of her, my lips immediately finding hers. Our bodies are slick with swea
t and our pants of exertion mix together, but I never remove my lips from hers. In fact, I’m pretty sure I could kiss this woman for the rest of my life and die the world’s happiest man.
“You okay?” I whisper, grazing my lips along her full bottom one.
She moans a reply, a happy, sated little noise that makes my cock jump. Her eyes connect with mine, and there’s no missing the shock and excitement there on her face. “Again?”
“Well, maybe not right this second, but yes, again. Very soon,” I say, rolling to the side and taking her with me. My cock falls from its happy place as she curls against my chest. “I’m not the spring chicken I used to be. My recovery time is more like thirty minutes now,” I confess, remembering back when I was eighteen and full of hormones, my dick could recover in about two minutes flat, eager for another round of loving Kate.
“So we have time to grab a snack?” she asks, her soft fingers sliding through the hair on my chest.
“You’re still hungry? I thought you couldn’t eat another bite.”
She giggles into my neck and places a tender kiss on my skin. “That was before I burned off all the fair food calories.”
Rolling her to the side so we’re facing each other, I give her a slow smile. “I do enjoy burning calories with you.”
Her eyes look greener now as she gazes up at me, her own grin playing on her lips. “Me too. I’ve missed you,” she whispers, her voice dripping with emotion.
Pulling her back into my arms, I hold her close, reveling in the way her body fits against mine like a puzzle piece. “Me too, Butterfly, me too.” Placing a kiss on her forehead, I add, “Let me run and get rid of the condom and then we’ll go down and see if we can find something to eat.”
As much as I hate to do it, I release my hold on her and get off the bed, not even caring I’m naked as I make my way to her bathroom. Inside, I toss the rubber in the trash and grab a washcloth from the closet. As soon as I’m clean, I take a second cloth, wet it with warm water, and return to where I left her in bed.
Her eyes are closed as I approach, a satisfied little smirk on her lips. She hasn’t moved, her naked body lying angelically on top of the bedding. I can see the small of her back, one of my favorite parts of her body, and my cock starts to respond. Instead of going to her front side, I opt to walk around to the opposite side of the bed, where her back and pert ass are on display. I can see the slightest ridge of her spine right where it meets her ass and my mouth waters.
Crawling onto the bed, I set the washcloth aside and run my hands along those delectable ridges of her spine, cupping her ass in my big hands. She glances over her shoulder, a look of desire written across her face. That’s all it takes for my semi-hard dick to become fully ready for round two.
I reach over and grab my wallet, pulling out the second condom. Definitely going to have to pick up more of those on my next trip to the store. I’ve got myself covered in a matter of seconds and return to my position behind her. Kate doesn’t say a word, just hitches her leg up over mine and grinds her ass against me. I line up and slowly push inside of her body, her gasp mixing with my groan.
Just before I start to pump, she glances over her shoulder with lust-filled eyes and a coy smile on her sweet lips. “Thirty minutes my ass.”
* * *
I pull into my former driveway and park. I’ve been looking forward to grabbing Max all morning, but not the part where I’ll have to deal with Ashley. I’m not sure what version of her I’m getting today, but after Saturday night’s display at the festival, I’m sure it won’t be a pleasant one. Not now.
Not after the confirmation Kate’s back in town.
At the festival, I was able to push all thoughts of Ashley and the pending confrontation I’m sure is coming. In fact, it wasn’t until last night, when I returned to my own place, anyone besides Kate entered my mind. No, that’s not true. A few times when we were lounging around the house, I thought about Max and wished he was hanging out with us, but then I’d start to question what was going on exactly between Kate and myself.
I still don’t have the answer to that one.
We’ve both declared we missed each other, but that’s the deepest we’ve gone. I’m not sure exactly how to dissect the feelings that come with her being back in town and back in my life. I’m not sure if sleeping with her was a good thing or not (okay, yeah, it was a very, very good thing) because I have no idea what comes next for us.
Okay, that’s a lie too.
I do know what comes next.
A cookout today at my mom’s house.
Yesterday, I hung out at her place for much of the day. Sure I might have screwed her six ways to next Sunday, but there was a lot more of the other stuff too. It was almost like getting to know someone, even though I already know her pretty damn well. But there’s a void from the last twelve years, one I was anxious to fill, so we talked about New York, her parents, and her job, which she hated. We ate food at the kitchen counter, watered her new plants around the property, and snuggled on the couch while pretending to watch some girly movie. When the clock finally struck six, I knew it was time for me to head out. I was too comfortable there, which is why I forced myself to get up, kiss her long enough that she wouldn’t forget it anytime soon, and then headed back to my own place for the night.
I only texted her once.
Fine, more than once. It started with a single text message, just to let her know I was home and thinking of her. That transpired into three hours of messaging before I finally fell asleep with a hard dick and a smile on my face. It was during that texting exchange I invited her to my mom’s cookout for Labor Day. She refused at first, like I knew she would, but when I reminded her it was a holiday and no one was working at her place, I knew by her hesitated responses she was wavering. Then, I went in for the kill and told her my mom was making her famous four cheese macaroni with bacon.
That did it.
Now, after spending the day with my son, I’ll be picking up Kate around three to head to my family’s gathering. Mom won’t care about the extra plate, but I admit, it may be a little awkward at first. Kinda like it was at the festival when we ran into my siblings. They all loved Kate way back when, but that love dried up when she left town. Of course, they only know one side of the story, and I’ll be sure to share the rest of it with them all so they don’t treat her like an outsider or someone not welcome.
“Daddy!” Max yells as he barrels out the front door.
I take the steps two at a time, scooping him up in my arms as I go. “Hey, Buddy, did you have a good weekend with Mommy?”
“Yep! I won a monkey at the fessibal.”
“Festival, and I’m glad. Are you bringing it to my house for the week?” I ask, setting him down when I step over the threshold.
“Yep! His name is George.” Max giggles at the name, throwing his head back and giving a full belly laugh.
“Good morning, Jensen,” Ashley sings, practically floating into the dining room.
“Morning,” I reply, keeping one eye on my ex-wife as she sets her bag on the worn table. She’s wearing nursing scrubs in a light green and comfortable walking shoes with her hair piled high on her head. Her makeup is subtle, yet knowing her as well as I do, I can tell she’s put a lot of work into her appearance.
“So, he’s already eaten breakfast and his bag is ready to go,” she says, nodding toward the duffel bag at the door. When I turn back and face her, she’s grinning widely. “I’ll give him a call later tonight before bed, if that’s okay.”
“Of course it’s all right.”
“I assume you’ll be either at home or your mother’s?” she asks, fiddling with something in her purse.
I clear my throat. “Either. We’re having dinner at mom’s tonight and then we’ll be heading home,” I tell her. Max comes back to the doorway, monkey and prized baseball in his hands.
“Alone?”
When I glance her way, I can see the smile on her face, but it’s deceiving.
There’s a glint of something dark, something hostile just beneath the surface. “You know, Jensen, we haven’t really talked about the whole dating thing,” she says, pulling a tube of nude-colored lipstick from the bag and applying a thin coat. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
I open the door for Max. “I’ll be right out, Buddy. Why don’t you hop in the truck and we’ll get going?” I ask, watching as he runs to his mom and gives her a goodbye hug and kiss. Then, he runs out to my truck and climbs in the driver’s seat like he’s done a hundred times. After I make sure he’s out of earshot, I glance back at my ex. “Dating thing?”
“Oh, you don’t have to play dumb with me. We’ve been divorced for a while now and it’s natural we’d both start dating again. I’ve had a few dates, but nothing too serious, but that doesn’t mean that’s not about to change,” she replies with a shrug.
Before I can open my mouth, she continues. “The point is, I don’t think we should bring our dates around Max.”
“Okay,” I reply, the word sounding more like a question than a statement.
“You know, we don’t want to confuse him.”
It’s like the light bulb switches on. This is about Kate.
“Confuse him,” I parrot.
“Are you being difficult on purpose?”
“I’m not trying to be difficult; I’m trying to figure out what you’re talking about,” I tell her, crossing my arms over my chest.
Ashley exhales loudly. “Dating. I don’t want you to bring your dates around our son. He has a mother and I won’t let you try to replace me,” she spits out, the friendly smile from earlier very much gone.
“Replace you? I’m not trying to replace you. I’m not bringing any date around him.”
“Kathryn Elliott? Or whatever in the hell her last name is now.”