Ask Me Anything

Her hands cupped his jaw, fingertips brushing through his beard before she caught his lower lip gently between her teeth, deepening the kiss a moment later in a dizzying mess of lips, tongues, and breathless sighs.

Jensen’s hands settled firmly on her hips, drawing her closer as she shifted against him. Her lips parted on a shaky breath while the kiss deepened, his mouth moving against hers with growing urgency. One large hand cradled the back of her neck while the other held her close, unwilling to leave even an inch of space between them. As he grabbed Irina’s ass with full hands, sinking her hips on his lap, she felt his growing bulge through his jeans, making her hips twist, rubbing her spot warm and needy on it, making her silk pajamas wet and her lips part in a silent moan, while his tongue slid against hers, deep and claiming, one big hand cupping the back of her neck while the other gripped her ass cheek hard enough to bruise.

- ”You sure?” – Irina whispered between gasps, opening her eyes and trying to focus on his features, her thumbs drawing small circles on his beard.

- “I think so..I mean yeah” – Jensen voice came muffed, his lips deep on her cleavage, pulling down her top’ stripes, exposing her breasts. His eager mouth latched on her nipple, his tongue, warm and wet sucking it softly then a bit harder, making her hips involuntary sink and rub her aching clit.

It took all her strength to focus again, placing both hands on the side of his face, lifting it to make their eyes meet. Her long dark hair was messily framing her flushed face, making Jensen smile without noticing, her eyes had that power on him.

- “Look at me big boy” – she held his face a tiny bit far from hers to make him focus on her words, not her lips. – “Are. You. Sure?” – Irina said word by word, taping his face soflty at each one, to make sure he was understanding.

- “I’m very, very sure” – Jensen ran his fingertips around her face, holding her chin up to place a soft kiss on her lips. – “Just a bit tense, I guess..or rusty” - He said grinning, his lips on her neck, sucking and nipping at the skin. His hands kneading her breasts again, tugging at her nipples.

- “Oh, if that’s the case, allow me to help you loosen up a bit”– Irina whispered close to his ear, teasing him, then lifted up from his lap, making Jensen frowning slightly. She placed her hands on his knees, spreading them, and knelled between his legs, on the floor, eyes locked on his while she unbuckled his belt

– “Just close your eyes and relax, I take it from here” - Irina whispered as she released his already hard cock from his boxers, her breath warm, teasing the soft skin of its head, making it twitch.

Jensen hummed in approval, his lips forming into a lopsided smile, his eyes shutting as he rested his head back on couch, exhaling heavily, his voice husky under his breath

– “Alright, it has been a while..” - but he couldn’t finish the sentence, as Irina stroked him slowly, watching the precum spilling out of his tip. She placed her lips on the head of his cock, licking his slit. His fingers threaded through her hair as she took him in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head, taking him in inch by inch, until she reached his base.

- “Oh my...fuck, baby” - he grunted, his grip on her hair tightening.

Irina hummed around him, bobbing her head up and down, sucking him hard, moaning at the taste of him. He rolled his hips, thrusting up into her mouth, opening his eyes wide open, pulling her hair a bit tighter, to make her look up

– “Eyes on me sweetheart” - He whispered, as he cupped her jaw with his hand.

- "Mhm," she moaned, taking his tip in her mouth, sucking it gently, then sticking her tongue out, sliding the wide part of it up and down his shaft, licking the underside of his cock, eyes never leaving his. Jensen ran his fingers through her hair, caressing her cheek with his thumb.

- “God, you’re evil” - his breathing got heavier and he smiled – “so fuckin evil” he groaned, moving his hips, slowly pushing himself deeper into her mouth. He released a breathy moan, watching Irina swallow his cock, flattening her tongue along the underside of his shaft. She swirled her tongue around him. Jensen tangled his hand in her hair, his eyes closed, mouth parted in a low grunt.

- "Yeah... Yeah, just like that, sweetheart," - he groaned, releasing his thick load in her throat, as she swallowed everything, and then smiled. Irina placed a soft kiss on his lower abdomen and set on the floor, her breath was short as she cleaned her lips with the back of her hand.

- “More relaxed now?’

Jensen sank on the couch, eyes shut and lips parted, slightly curved in a smile. He raised his eyebrows and took a deep breath, before opening his eyes to look at Irina on the floor. She looked like the most powerful vixen, lying on the floor, propped up on her elbows, wearing only her silk pajamas trousers with her breasts exposed, watching him with an amused smile.

- “I think I’ve never been this relaxed in my whole life” - he murmured, his voice warm, lazy and slightly hoarse, letting out a slow breath, looking as if he'd forgotten every problem he'd ever had.

- “Well, glad I could help” - Irina said with a playful, slightly sarcastic laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes lingering on him sprawled across the couch.

- “Oh believe me baby” – Jensen chuckled, extending his arm toward her, palm up, a silent request for her to come closer. – “Come here, you’re too far”.

Irina grinned and stood up lazily, reaching for his hand, lifting it to her lips, kissing his fingers slowly, as he grabbed her hip with the other, pulling her trousers down, placing wet and warm kisses all over her thighs, her lower abdomen, letting his warm breath tease her already needy and aching mount, sending shivers all over her skin. Jensen dipped his lips and kissed her groin, hooking his fingers inside her lingerie fabric, yanking it down.

- "God, you are gorgeous," - he said as he circled her opening and felt how slicky it was under the lace, feeling the heat of it just radiating outward, her pussy was drenched and open for him. His long middle finger slowly sinking into her soaked cunt, feeling her flutter and grip down on his digit, moving firmly, yet slowly in and out, letting Irina feel every single inch.

She panted, the sensation building as he curled his finger in and out of her, his thumb pressing against her clit and rubbing in small circles. Her legs shook, her mouth dropped open, her back arched as she tried to stop from falling apart, placing both hands on his shoulders.

- “Kiss me” – Irina murmured almost inaudibly, making Jensen lift his gaze to her face with an evil grinning on his lips.

– “Here?” – he teased, placing a soft kiss on her groin – “Or here?” – He ran his nose over her mound and pressed a gentle kiss right above her clit making Irina moan a bit louder with anticipation. He pulled his fingers out and tapped her pussy, cupping it, squeezing the lips with his fingers.

– “I think I’ll stay here..” – and before Irina could answer, he latched his lips on her clit, sucking into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the nub. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her head falling back, a strangled cry leaving her lips. Her legs were shaking, and her thighs tried to close, but he held them open, massaging her ass in his large hands, tugging her cheeks apart, spreading her open, squeezing her flesh.

Jensen was having a feast, lost in a haze of her sweet taste, when a sudden gush of wetness soaked his tongue and lips, dripping down to his chin and neck. Irina’s whole body trembled, his name leaving her lips repeatedly as her release shook her whole body in a loud, messy moan. He moved his tongue to her entrance, slipping it in, licking up the slickness, as he braced her by the waist. Her body softened and he sat her on his lap, gently caressing her flushed face, holding her chin with his fingers.

- “Looks like you’re quite relaxed too” – Jensen smirked as he took a strand of hair from her forehead, kissing her lips softly.

- “I...I just have one question” – Irina said between soft kisses and giggles – “How the hell did you know this was my favorite?”

- “Your favorite..?” – Jensen whispered as his lips moved from her ear to her neck. - “..way to get eaten?” – he smirked, lowering his voice - "I think I'm starting to learn a thing or two about you, Ms. Diplomat."

Irina throw her head back laughing – “And I’m starting to think you're getting a bit cocky, sir.” – pushing lightly his chest, then gasping as Jensen pulled her close and scooped her up, carrying Irina towards the bed. He put her down on the soft, fluffy sheets, giving a step back to get ride of the rest of his clothes.

As he started to strip, Irina’s mouth involuntarily drop open in disbelief, she started laughing and thrown a pillow on him

-“C’mon! This can’t be real. Dude, you’re ridiculous!”

Jensen dodged the pillow and kept unbuttoning his shirt, lifting a brow.

-“What? Were you expecting some Magic Mike performance?”

She propped herself up on her elbows, eyes blazing with lust. Still smiling, she shook her head in disbelief.

- “No man should be allowed to look like this.” She gestured vaguely toward his body.

- “This what?”

His voice came out lower this time. Dangerous.

His eyes never left hers as he pulled his trousers down completely and started walking toward her, like a beast about to catch its prey, a smirk playing on his lips.

Irina felt shivers run all over her naked body, a strange mix of joy, anxiety, and amusement.

Probably the alcohol, and the fact that she was finally having fun again after such a long time, she told herself.

Or maybe, just maybe, it was that deliciously gorgeous man walking in her direction.

Naked.

Hungry.

Looking as though he intended to devour her whole.