The Unseen Enemy Series

Chapter 68

Dean couldn’t believe how wet she was; how ready. He trembled with the need to stay in control, to go slow. He ran his tongue over her shoulders and throat and plunged his finger into her p***y with a steady rhythm. Her hips moved on his finger, riding it, and his c**k gave a spasm when he thought how good it was going to feel to make love to her properly.

She was moaning now, her eyes closed, her head thrown back on his strong shoulder. Gripping her in place, he thrust a second finger inside her, used his thumb to gently circle her c**t.

Emma let out a low cry. “Dean!”

“Shhh, baby,” he murmured in her ear. “Let go, Emma. I want you to come for me, angel. I want to feel it.”

She was close, he knew. Her whole small body was tensing up, tighter and tighter, and her p***y muscles were pulling on his fingers. He sped up his plunges now, pressed on her taut bundle of nerves harder. She moved faster too, her movements wilder and more abandoned as her climax built inside her.

Unable to wait one second longer, Dean parted her thighs farther and in a single motion, thrust his c**k deep inside her heat. Emma cried out, so close to the edge now, her orgasm just out of her reach. He withdrew, plunged back in, felt her body take him in fully, pull on him. He kept his thumb firmly on her c**t as he made love to her, and she started to whimper and pant, seconds away from coming.

“It’s so good,” she said, barely aware that she was speaking. “Dean, oh, God. Dean!”

Her body was rocked by the intensity of her climax and she clenched and released, over and over again, riding the wave of pleasure. Crazed with the need to come, Dean gave a final, deep thrust and released inside her, his mouth pressed against her heaving shoulders, his powerful body shaking.

Slowly, his thundering heartbeat slowed and her body relaxed. Dean stroked her hair gently, ran his other hand up and down the curve of her hip. He pulled her as close as he could and she turned her face to his, her eyes full of tears. But she was smiling, so he was sure he hadn’t hurt her.

“Those good tears, baby?” Dean asked.

“Very good,” she said. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He kissed her and she sighed against his mouth.

Emma turned away from him now and he adjusted the pillow under her head, covered her body with the bedsheets. He started to pull out, but she tightened her thighs around him.

“Stay,” she whispered. “Stay inside me for a while longer. Please?”

He kissed her neck. “OK.”

Emma closed her eyes as Dean wrapped his large arms around her, holding her close and tight. She was exhausted again, and felt herself drifting off to sleep. She hated how quickly and often her cancer wiped her out, but if she was going to be tired out by something, she figured it might as well be from making love to Dean.

He heard her breath slowing, felt her body go still against his. Gently, he pulled out of her now and she didn’t protest. He lay behind her quietly and held her until he was sure she was asleep. Then he closed his eyes too, let himself relax completely with Emma, loving her more every day.

The closest thing to heaven on earth, I swear it.