The Unseen Enemy Series

Chapter 147

“Dallas?”

“Yeah?”

“I want you. Now.”

Startled, he said, “Now? Don’t you want to ease into it a bit more?”

“No.” Her hands were still busy and he bit back a groan. “I’m ready… and so are you, I can tell.”

“Look at me, baby.”

She tipped her head back and met his searching gaze. Her eyes were bright now, not even one tear remaining in them. She looked happy and calm.

She looks like she’s exactly where she wants to be right now.

He smiled, relieved. “OK, darlin’. As you wish.”

He rolled off her to get the condom from the bedside table. She lay on her back, legs open to him, her face flushed with desire. He lay next to her for a second, not sure what position would make her feel most secure.

“What makes you comfortable, hon?” he said. “You think you’ll feel better on top of me?”

“No,” she said. “Not yet… I don’t want my scars to be so visible when we make love.”

“OK,” he said quietly. “You’ll be OK with me on top?”

She nodded and pulled him up on her again. “I feel safe like this. I feel like… like your body’s between me and the world. Protecting me.”

“Always, baby.” He kissed her. “Always and forever.”

She reached down now and guided him inside her. She lifted her hips to meet his c**k, and he pushed gently, letting her take him slowly. She gasped and he paused.

“No, don’t stop,” she said. “More. Dallas, more.”

He pushed in farther, watching her face. She gripped his firm ass and pushed, hard, and now he gasped.

Oh, f**k. I’d forgotten how hot she is, how wet. f*****g heaven, man. Nothing better.

He was all the way inside her now, and they stared at each other, getting used to the closeness. She smiled and wrapped her legs around his hips.

“Slow, babe,” she whispered. “Make it last…”

He withdrew from her tight heat, slid back in. They both groaned, and Olivia buried her head in his muscled chest, her mouth open and panting already. He gripped her hair, pulled out, pushed in, again and again, his pace slow and steady and Olivia started to lose her mind. He was pushing on that magic spot deep inside – that spot that Dallas always seemed to find without any problem and every single time – and she could do nothing more than hold onto his shoulders and let him take her there.

Dallas didn’t thrust hard or fast, but he thrust deliberately. He knew he was pressing down on her g-spot, and all he had to do was nudge her to orgasm… one inch at a time, on the tip of his c**k. He held himself back, feeling her whole body tense around him, listening to her breathy sighs.

He twisted his hips now, plunged a bit deeper. Her reaction was instantaneous.

“Oh,” she gasped. “Dallas… please, babe. Please. I’m going to come if you do that again.”

“Then I guess I’d better do it again, huh?”

She felt him probe her sweet spot, and her orgasm started deep inside. It built and spread outward, like a flower opening or a firework sparking. She dug her fingers into his back and she bit down on his shoulder, her moans and sobs coming fast and hard now.

“Again, baby?" he asked her.

She nodded wildly, beyond speech. She was trembling on the edge of climax, the tiny ripples starting, but that giant, explosive wave still not reached. Dallas withdrew slightly, then pushed in, rolling his hips to rub up and down, deep inside her sweet body. That was all it took.

Olivia gave a loud cry and went right over the edge, falling and tumbling through space and time. She couldn’t do anything except come, except feel. She couldn’t hear her own incoherent words, or Dallas’ murmurs; she couldn’t feel her fingers or toes, or his muscled arms holding her close and tight. All she felt was pleasure, white-hot, blazing pleasure, and it blasted through her, leaving her shaking and weak in its wake.

When she opened her eyes again, Dallas was looking down at her. He touched her face.

“You here, baby?”

“Yes.”

“OK?”

She nodded, then she felt him inside her. “Dallas… you didn’t come yet.”

He grinned. “Nope.” He pushed her hair back off her face with both hands and kissed her, still hard inside her trembling body. “I want you to give me one more.”

She half-groaned, half-laughed.

“You think you can?” he asked. He started to move again, deeper now, and her hips lifted helplessly to meet his c**k. “Can you come for me again, Olivia?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes… make me come again.”

“With pleasure,” Dallas said. “Give it to me, sweetheart. Give me another one.”

Feverish with need now, Dallas withdrew and pushed inside her, slowly at first, thinking she might be too sensitive to take it. But when she arched her back and begged him for more, he held her in place and thrust and thrust and thrust, harder and deeper and faster. Far too soon, her p***y walls started to clench and release on his c**k, and he knew that she was seconds away from coming again.

“Jesus Christ, Olivia… you feel so good.”

“Now, Dallas. Now, now.”

She stiffened under him, and Dallas felt her p***y muscles tighten on him, impossibly tight, tighter than he’d ever felt before, and he couldn’t take it any longer. He thrust harder, and she moved with him, stayed with him. Her orgasm set off his, and he buried his face into the pillow and shouted his release, his c**k pulsing and straining deep inside this amazing woman.

Nothing better.



When her tears started this time, he did hold her, close and safe. And Olivia shut her eyes, weeping as she fully realized for the first time that she really was going to be OK.