She then stalked to the bed to retrieve his vest. Before she could reach it, he snatched it up and held it behind him, not willing to let the show end yet. Continuing unfazed towards him, she climbed onto the bed and crawled on her hands and knees up over him, sitting on his stomach, she reached over and plucked the top from his outstretched arm. He took advantage of her body stretched up in front of him and caught the top edge of her bra in his teeth.
Her scent of raspberries and blackcurrants intensified at this proximity, making his mouth water.
He brought his arms down to his sides and slid them around her back, but she sat up before he could reach the catch on her bra, moving to pull her back she quickly stood up, her legs either side of his torso.
“Ah ah ah.” She wagged a finger at him, then shimmied the vest of her head.
“Aww! You sure you want to put that on? I prefer you in the little lacey number.” He pouted and ran his hands up her legs, wanting more.
Straightening the vest-dress, that was a bit too baggy but long enough, she sat down beside him.
“That was just a taste. You can enjoy the lace later, but I am starved. I need to eat before I expire!”
“Tease.” He replied and pulled her down towards him, lifting his head off the pillow to meet her lips with his and steal a kiss. Rin did not pull away, instead she relaxed against him returning his affection. She used one arm to prop herself at an angle above him, and he felt the other in his hair.
He wondered whether he could kiss her into an arousal that would allow him to strip that vest off of her and tear off those stockings with his teeth.
Slanting the angle, he opened his mouth against hers and sought out her tongue, touching it tentatively with his own whilst wrapping her tighter against his chest. She gently swirled her tongue around his and bit at his lip, then sucked his tongue into her mouth and continued until he pulled it back. She pressed her lips to his, softly lingering before ending the kiss and pushing herself up and away from him.
“Aww,” he muttered dejectedly, mentally batting away the stirring in his boxers and sitting up.
She gave him a cheeky smile and climbed off his bed.
“Come on Jens, let's order something before I start raiding your kitchen!” She laughed, flipping her long hair off her shoulders and walking towards the door.
Chapter 4
They ordered Japanese food from one of Jensen’s takeaway menus. Rin had bought too much, she was starving. There was, however, enough left to feed four other people.
“Oh my word I’m so full! Why didn’t you stop me?” She groaned lying back on the sofa laying her head in Jensen’s lap.
“I was intrigued. I wanted to see if you could actually eat all of that!” He reclined and laughed.
“Urgh!! I feel fat.”
“You did better than I thought you would. Did you even eat lunch today?” He asked with mild concern, looking down at her. She didn’t like to talk about work with him, but she had been stressed out recently and had used his willingness to listen as an excuse to vent over the ridiculous hours she had been keeping.
“No, but I substituted a good meal for quantified cups of coffee. I just didn’t have time today. Anaise has me on a tight and busy schedule at the moment.” She replied trying not to sound like she was complaining.
“I thought you were both in command now?” He asked, his eye's narrowing. She knew he was just worrying about her, which was comforting, but she didn’t want him to think she was moaning about his sister.
“Yes,” She paused searching for the right words,
“But she is still dealing with the grief, and it’s such a big responsibility to be thrown into. I'm just giving her the space to settle.” He frowned. He obviously wanted to say something but had decided against it, she was glad as she preferred to drop the subject. His big hand stroked her hair, and she closed her eyes, appreciating the sensation of his touch.
“Okay, so you don’t want anymore?” He smiled, gesturing at the boxes of food on the glass table. She replied with a groan and sat up.
“Then I shall move this lot. What kind of films do you like watching?” He asked as he gathered everything up and disappeared into the kitchen.
He returned and motioned her to follow him back to his room.
Grabbing a remote from the top of a cabinet, a large screen television appeared from a slot in the ceiling.
“Swanky.” Laughed Rin climbing on the bed.
The film he selected went unnoticed, the moment they had settled back onto the mattress Jensen was on her, the kissing and nipping started slow but his hands were fevered.
He tweaked her nipple through the cotton of the vest, making it harden and press against the lace of her bra. It started her engine immediately. His hot mouth was on hers, and he was moments from pulling her under him. She gave in to her arousal and explored his muscular form, the T-shirt he wore was so tight it was practically painted on, accentuating his sculpted torso. His disheveled dark hair fell forwards around his jaw and over his eyes, God damnit! He is so hot it burns me up! She had been trying her best to avoid looking at him most of the evening, in a vain attempt to repress her urges. Determined to keep a level head, which was easier in theory. In his presence, she wanted nothing more than for his enormous eager cock to slide into her liquid pussy.
She inhaled him in ragged breaths, and cupped his ass before moving to his fly, thankful she didn’t have to wrestle with a belt. The heat radiating from his solid chest and the paths his hands took over her body made her head swim and her fingers fumble.
“Let me help.” He whispered, his voice hoarse and suggestive. He unbuttoned and slid his jeans down a little, past the meat of his butt but no further, then pushed the vest up over her body until it was just useless swathes of material gathered over her breasts. He buried his face in her buoyant cleavage and undid the catch.
Rin reached down between his legs to meet the straining monolith, palming the head then looping her fingers around the velvet skin, she glided her fist down to the nest of hair at the base and smoothly back up, feeling him strain and jump in her hand.
While she busily worked on him, he left the exploration of breasts and traced the indent of her abdominal muscles following the subtle track downwards. His large fingers nestled their way into her panties. His expert touch sent a tremor of live current through her body and soaked the soft lace of her knickers with the anticipation of his next move. He circled her clit with his thumb and pushed a digit into her hungry opening. She heard her moan of pleasure without realising she was making a sound.
“Mmmm Karina…” His voice was rough and the sound of her name in his mouth made her clench involuntarily around his finger.
“You want?” He whispered, enjoying her hunger.
“God yes! Give it to me Jensen…” She bucked against him as he pushed another finger roughly into her, making her gasp. She released his throbbing cock and scrunched the sheets in her fists as he rubbed the sweet spot inside.
The motion of his fingers inside and out created a thrumming of sensation, burning through her core, she was close to the edge and he knew it. His other hand dug into her butt, and the hot wet kisses on her neck pushed her over into a chasm of whirling endorphins, pulsing and shuddering.
Opening her eyes like waking from a dream, she could see the intensity in his eyes. Without waiting a moment longer to come back to reality, he had pulled the sodden pants over her limp legs, practically ripped off his top and kicked away his jeans and boxers. Kneeling over her with his long thick cock ascending above her, he turned her over and pushed the remaining fabric over her head. He stroked her butt cheeks and squeezed appreciatively. She wiggled and laughed then lay her arms and head on the bed sheets, presenting her bottom to him.
He caressed the puffy folds of her pussy and slid a finger across the lips, testing her readiness. He spread her knees a little more, opening her up in preparation for his entry.
“Are you ready?” His deep and rough voice ca
me from above her.
“Yes!” Was all she had time to reply as his broad blunt tip pushed between her thighs and into her still thrumming silky depths.
She felt every inch as he pushed into her, pressing her insides apart, stretching her flesh. Just as she thought she couldn’t take any more, he thrust another inch in, making her gasp with pain and delight.
He leaned over, putting a hand on the bed next to each of hers and pulled back just as slowly, as he was about to slip out entirely he paused on the threshold. The anticipation was a delicious agony; she moved to back into him, but he brought a strong arm up and circled her waist, anchoring her in place.
“No-no little fox, I’m driving now.” He whispered into her ear, his wavy hair tickling her neck. He kissed her cheekbone, and the stubble on his jaw scratched against her creating another jolt of electricity in her hypersensitive state.
He thrust a few small movements of just the head into her dripping hole, and squeezed her breast making her moan low and long for more of his generous portion. As she was on the cusp of death, he gave her what she craved, sinking deep into her velvet flesh, her body swallowed him hungrily, and he pounded her until her vision blurred.
He dominated her with his strength, taking charge entirely, working a languid rhythm into her wet pussy and gently biting at her bare shoulders. Her orgasm was closing in, coiling inside, her body tightening with the sharp sparks of sensations flaring through her, until the blaze took her.
Feeding off of her pleasure, Jensen’s cock erupted into her, his hot come thrashing through the tight space into her womb and back around his pounding shaft. He pivoted his length forcefully into her a few more times before sliding out, heaving in breaths and collapsing onto the bed. Gathering Rin’s weakened body to his, they lay together, slick with sweat and the juices of their lust.
Chapter 5
Jensen had found it, at long last! The call to confirm came this morning. He had started looking at high-street stores that were being priced out of the market, and found a relatively spacious and newly refurbished shop front to rent out just off of Carnaby Street. He figured he would be better off renting for now as he wanted to get back into it as soon as possible, rather than waiting until he found exactly what he wanted, which could take forever.
He would start work on the place next week, altering the layout to work as a productive studio with a gallery fronting. He was excited!
Jensen had spent the morning productively. He and Rin had woken early, early enough to squeeze in breakfast and steamy shower sex before he had driven her to work. He had then picked up the keys and busily sourced the tools, paints, canvases and raw product he would be using in the studio and dropped it all to the property. The next task was recruitment.
He had been dying to tell someone about what he was planning, but he didn’t want to jinx it in case it all came crashing down, proving he really couldn’t handle working pressure. It was Rin in particular, he wanted to tell, he wanted to impress her and show her that he could do something other than screw her brains out. Not that they really had a chance to relish each other’s company, they saw so little of each other it always ended up primal. He had no idea if she knew or cared what he did all day, she didn’t often ask him about anything personal he realised. Does she even know I'm an Artist? Well, she would soon enough.
Chapter 6
Rin had taken a long lunch break. She had given a presentation this morning, and it had ended up running on. She had a meeting with the company solicitors late this afternoon so a breather was welcome. She had enjoyed a quiet lunch at one of her favourite restaurants then perused a few shops along Oxford Street.
In a clothes shop on Carnaby, she spotted Jensen strolling past. Intrigued and surprised to see him so coincidently in such a vast city, she went to leave the store to speak with him. At the door, however, she realised he was not alone. A slender woman with frothy blonde hair piled high on her head in a black suit with a hot pink shirt was walking beside him talking animatedly.
They were walking away from her, so she had the opportunity to think before acting. Her gut said to go and say hi, but her head said follow. Her heart said nothing but spat furiously at the blonde hussy.
She decided that following them a little way wouldn’t hurt, if they turned she still had the option to approach, or pretend she hadn’t see them…or something.
Jensen wasn’t saying much, but he smiled at the blonde, Rin felt an odd knot of jealously form in her stomach, he was using his killer smile on another woman.
It’s fine. She thought. It is not like Jensen is my boyfriend.
She had no idea how many women he could have on the go, in fact, she didn’t like to think about that, or what he spent his days doing because the reality was probably more than she could handle. She had already allowed herself to get way to involved with him. She liked to think she could just stop seeing him, but he had burrowed into her mind and set up house there.
So she made a decision, for the preservation of her sanity! If she followed him about long enough perhaps she would catch him doing something that she could use to detach herself without too much anguish. She had always known seeing him was a bad idea, but if she had proof, then maybe her heart would come around and see that too.
She followed at a distance, as the pair entered a coffee shop, she chose the boutique opposite to hold her stakeout. She could just about make them out sat together. Happily, they didn’t seem close. Happily? Who do I think I'm kidding? She was far more attached than she realised, if she watched them kiss, she would probably implode, or go she-hulk on them. Nonetheless, she remained in covert operation mode, pretending to browse so she didn’t get thrown out for loitering.
After an uneventful fifteen minutes, they left the building. The woman lit a cigarette and continued to gesture wildly and laugh too much. She wondered if he did that to her as well, making her overact and giggly. He obviously affected the women around him. Rin had noticed that nearly every lady who walked past had a good long look at him, some even turned to have a second peek after they had passed him. That also served to boil her blood, getting jealous then instantly chastising herself.
He reached into his pocket and handed her something. It was his card! The same silver rectangle he had handed to her after they had made out on the veranda. She watched on in disbelief and something close to rage as he said something then grinned. The blonde opened her arms, he looked taken back but met her embrace. Rin cursed loudly earning tuts and filthy looks from the shoppers around her. She couldn’t watch this anymore. Rather than imploding or ripping her stupid blonde weave out, she marched out of the shop and off in the opposite direction from the treacherous pair. Tears stinging her eyes.
Chapter 7
Jensen had been trying to phone Rin all evening, but it kept ringing off. He could have sworn he had seen her today. She had been walking so fast though, he had not managed to catch up with her before she was lost to the crowds.
He had an odd feeling that he was going to get an earful when he did get hold of her. Something about the way she moved, so fast and unnatural for Rin’s usual measured wiggle.
Normally, after meeting up with each other, that would be it for about a week, but he wanted another opportunity to see her and attempt to ask her out, he never quite found the moment before.
He tried calling again but she still didn’t answer.
He wouldn’t be put off by technology alone! Turning away from the window he had been stood at, he grabbed his keys and plucked his leather jacket from the hidden closet by the front door, then headed out.
Chapter 8
Rin sank back under the water, concentrating on the tickling sensation of the trapped air bubbles in her hair; escaping their net and making a break for the surface, climbing over her skin to freedom. She knew her phone had been ringing, but she had no interest in talking to anyone, even Cass, her older sister. She was wrestling with issues she didn’t want to share with anyone. No one knew about h
er sordid little sessions with Jensen anyway, and that was how it would stay.
She broke the surface and reached for the razor. As she went about removing body hair, she sulked over the Jensen situation. He had a lot of redeeming qualities, but trust is a big issue. She had never allowed herself to trust him, even though she hadn’t realised that probably, she unconsciously had... until today. Wishful thinking, that’s all that was. She was annoyed at herself for feeling like this. She had kept him at a distance for this very reason, but somehow it had still affected her. She was confused and hurt; she felt betrayed, and it made her angry.
Her doorbell rang and she silently cursed them away. It rang again. She waited, trying to remember if any of the lights were on downstairs. She had just begun to relax when the blasted thing rang again.
Cursing repeatedly she reached for a towel and clambered ungracefully from the claw footed bath. Wrapping herself and quickly squeezing the excess water from her hair. She glanced in the mirror briefly before sullenly trudging to the door.
Upon opening it, she was surprised to find Jensen stood on the bottom step; half twisting away as if he was about to leave. He didn’t have the usual carefree attitude that she associated with him, instead he had an air of caution. Good. She thought, and sighed. Really though, what is he doing here? I’m so not in the mood to see him or anyone else right now.
“Hey Red. Er, can I come in?” He asked sensing her mood. She exhaled defeated and stepped aside.
“I was in the bath Jensen.” She said huffily. Closing the door behind him, she adopted her default hostess setting and asked;
“Do you want a cup of tea?” Tea heals all.
“Coffee please, if you have it.” He asked taking a seat at the island in her kitchen. He didn’t say another word until she begrudgingly sat down with him cradling her mug. He sipped his coffee and watched her. She knew she looked moody, but she didn’t care.
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