The Unseen Enemy Series

Chapter 184

Chris tugged her up, her gorgeous body still warm and pink from the bath. She was so close now, close enough that he could touch her slick folds with the tip of his tongue if he wanted; he could suck her c**t gently if he made a small move forward. But no matter how much he longed to do both of these things – and more – he had to be certain that she was OK with this. He knew he could make it good for her, knew he could have her shaking and crying out with an explosive release… if she really wanted it.

“Jenny?”

She knew what he was really asking, and she smiled.

“Yes,” she said, and lowered herself onto his mouth. “Yes.”

Chris closed his eyes at the very first taste of her. Goddamn, she was perfect: sweet and hot and all his. He started slowly, running his tongue up and down her p***y, lapping at her wet arousal, letting her get used to the intense sensations. His hands were on her ass, slowly moving her against his lips, guiding her, helping her.

Jenny gasped in surprise at the shock of white-hot pleasure. Without any thought on her part, her hands moved behind her and gripped Chris’ thighs tightly, bracing herself. Her hips thrust forward, begging him to take more of her into his hot mouth. She didn’t notice when she started to gyrate and raise and lower herself on her knees, riding Chris’ tongue. All she knew was that it felt so good, and she thought she’d die if he stopped what he was doing.

Using his thumbs, Chris gently parted her lower lips now, exposing her c**t to his gaze and his breath. His lips closed on it, and she gave a small cry of pleasure. He pressed down on the taut bundle of nerves gently, then released it. She dug her nails into his legs and made a sound of pure need.

“Chris,” she managed to say. “Do that again… please. It felt so good…”

He grinned and did as she asked. Her eyes shut tight as his lips took her c**t again, increasing the pressure a little bit at a time, easing up, pressing once more. Jenny cried out, the feelings almost too much, but still not enough.

“More,” she begged, her voice hoarse with lust. “Please, Chris… I need more.”

He mouthed a kiss on her bud, then he started to lick at it slowly, with long, firm strokes. She was shaking wildly now, her whole body tense with want. Without warning, she fell forward, her hands landing flat on the wall above the bed. She stared down at him and he opened his eyes, knowing that she needed to see them when she felt this out of control.

He lifted his mouth away, just a bit, and reached up to cradle her face. “It’s me, baby. I’m right here, I’ve got you. You’re OK, Jenny.”

“I know.” She touched his hair, just to reassure herself that he was real. “I know it’s you.”

“You OK to come like this, honey?”

She nodded. “Please – I’m so close.”

“Then let me take you there. Let me take you all the way.”

“Yes.” She closed her eyes again, her blonde hair falling around her flushed face. “I need this. Please…”

Chris started licking her again, his tongue circling her c**t. She gripped his head in both hands, shamelessly directing him for her pleasure, and he loved it. She was grinding herself against his mouth now, her thighs spread wide, her head thrown back, her whole body arching and straining. Her cries rose, higher, louder. She said his name over and over again, and he heard it as a plea, a prayer.

When her orgasm broke over her, Jenny actually stopped breathing for a few seconds. The sensations were so powerful, so all-encompassing; they were too much, and she could do nothing except hold on to Chris and feel. Then everything came back in a rush – her breath, her voice, her awareness – and she screamed her release. Never in her life had she come like that, and she both loved it and was frightened of its unforgiving, unrelenting intensity. Then suddenly, her body slumped and everything went dark.

Jenny didn’t know how much time had passed, but when she came back to herself, she was in Chris’ arms. He was whispering to her, murmuring in her ear, and she heard his worry, felt the tension in his large body. She opened her eyes, and saw the relief spread across his face.

“Jenny,” he said. “You with me?”

“…Yes.”

“f**k, baby.” He gave a shaky laugh. “You scared me to death.”

She smiled and kissed him. “It was amazing, Chris. It was so, so good.”

He paused. “Yeah?”

“Oh, God. Yes.”

He stroked her back. “So – you’re OK?”

“Uh-huh.”

He sighed. “Thank Christ.”

She propped herself up on one arm. “You’ve never had a woman pass out on you from orgasm before?”

“Ummmm.” He looked embarrassed. “Well… yeah. Maybe once or twice.”

She giggled and he grinned a bit. There had been a time in his life when he’d had numerous one-night-stands, and he hated that she knew that about his past. He was amazed and grateful that she never held it against him, though, and never made him feel cheap about it.

“Well, there you go.” She traced the curve of his chest. “You have hard-won skills, Brooker.”

He laughed now, totally relaxed. “And you benefit, you mean?”

“I do.” Jenny kissed him again. “But only me.”

“You bet, baby… you’re the one.” He held her as close as he could. “The only one.”