Jan 12, 2020
Jensen knew. He knew what his tongue did to you. It made your knees weak. It made your stomach flip. His tongue drove you wild.
So when he was on stage, and he stuck that tongue out, running it over his lips, he knew. He knew exactly what was happening to you behind the scenes.
You sat there on a stool watching the panel. And he stuck his tongue out, grinning slightly after he licked those lips. Your breath was slightly labored as you focused on his damn mouth. That damn tongue. The tongue that drove you wild. You closed your eyes, mentally counting down the minutes till you had Jensen behind closed doors.
And then you’d show him what that tongue did to you. Even though he already knew.