The Unseen Enemy Series

Chapter 165

She gazed down at him, at his gorgeous face, and saw the heat in his gray eyes. She leaned down and took his mouth, her hands on his muscled shoulders. Almost without any conscious thought on her part, her hips started moving on him, rolling in small circles, grinding on his hard body. He grasped her hips gently, encouraging her.

“That’s it,” he said. “Move so it feels good.”

“Chris.” He heard the need in her voice. “I want you. Please… I want you inside me.”

He held her chin between his fingers, looked into her eyes. “You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

She reached under the pillow and pulled out a condom. He blinked in surprise, then grinned. “You’re prepared, huh?”

“Yes.” She smiled down at him. “I want this.”

He took the condom from her, opened it up. As he rolled it down his length, he glanced up at her. She was watching his hands, her lip between her teeth. Their eyes met.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he said softly. “So brave. I just want you to feel good, Jenny, that’s all I care about.” He raised himself on his elbows and kissed her. “We’re the only two people in this room, sweetheart. You understand me? There’s nobody here but us.”

She nodded, her chest tight.

Just us. Just me and Chris.

He kissed her again and again, until the tension went out of her body. That was when he lay down again, and like that first night when she’d touched him, he tucked his hands under the pillow, cradling his head. She knew he was showing her that she was safe and in control, and her heart squeezed.

I could love him.

She took him in her hand now, moved the tip of his c**k to her entrance. She rubbed him against her, felt her c**t jolt at the contact.

She lifted her hips slightly, slid him in a bit farther, no more than an inch. It suddenly hit her just what she was about to do and she hesitated, frozen and afraid.

Oh, no. No, no. I don’t want to panic… I don’t want to go back there with them. I’m not with them; I’m with Chris.

Chris saw her face and he sat up right away. “Jenny.”

Her eyes held his, begging for reassurance.

“Right here, baby. I am right here. It’s me… you’re safe.”

She swallowed.

“I've got you, Jenny. You’re with me.”

Her breath was coming more easily now. “I know. I know it’s you.”

He lay down again, watching her face closely. She looked better now, more present and relaxed. He clenched his hands into the pillow, praying that she’d be OK, that he wasn’t standing and watching another tragic mistake unfold right in front of him. That someone else wasn’t about to be hurt because he was blind to the true danger they were in.

Not this time… this time, my eyes are wide open. This time, I’ll make sure everyone gets out safe and whole.

Jenny gazed down at him, took a breath. Then slowly, carefully, she moved her hips down, just a bit. She stopped, adjusting to having him inside her, to the sensation of being so stretched. Then she slid again, taking more of him, then more. One inch at a time, one breath at a time, she took Chris into her body, until she was completely filled by him. She placed her hands on his chest for balance, and to feel his heartbeat against her trembling fingers.

Chris stayed still, waiting to see if she'd be OK. Her face was tense, but not frightened, and he just held on to the pillow, wanting nothing more than to touch her.

"Jenny? How you doing?"

"I – I'm not sure." She exhaled. "I'm not scared."

"Does it feel good?"

She moved her hips cautiously, a small roll up and forward, down again. His c**k pressed against her swollen c**t and she gasped.

"Oh. Yes. Yes, it feels good."

“Then do it again, baby.” His voice was rough. “Do what you like.”