The Unseen Enemy Series

Chapter 166

She repeated the roll, deeper this time, then started lifting and lowering herself on her knees. She experimented, took her time, noticed what her body liked, what made her p***y walls tighten and melt. She looked at Chris, saw his own pleasure bright across his face and her body responded. She took his hands now, placed them on her hips.

"Touch me," she breathed. "Everywhere, anywhere you want."

He groaned as she started moving on him, stronger now. His c**k was being pulled on by her inner muscles, like hands massaging him, and he starting thrusting up into her, meeting her downward strokes and plunges. Jenny gasped, her head falling back.

Her breasts begged for his mouth and he sat up now, his hands on her curvy ass, helping her to move faster. His lips moved from n****e to n****e, gently sucking and teasing, and she clutched his neck, moving on him without any conscious effort on her part now. She was simply doing what felt good, what felt right. She was revelling in pure pleasure, letting herself enjoy being loved by this man.

"Chris," she murmured. "Chris... I'm so close. Hold on to me, OK?"

"I'm here, Jenny. I'm all yours... come for me, sweetheart. Come on me, all around me. Take me with you."

His words set off the chain reaction now. The slow-burning fire inside her sparked, burst into flame. Her p***y tightened, released; clenched, relaxed, and she knew she was seconds away from orgasm.

“Oh,” she said, almost in wonder. “Oh, God…”

Chris raised his head from her breasts to watch her face, needing to see her in this moment. He thrust inside her faster and deeper, sure that she wanted it, welcomed it, even. Her hands gripped his muscled shoulders tightly, and she totally abandoned herself to the feelings now. She rode him and Chris loved every second of it, wanted it to go on forever, listened to her cries rise rhythmically.

Jenny couldn’t stop it from happening now, not even if she wanted to. The tension was intensifying, the pressure building deep in her p***y, travelling through her body, all the way to her toes. Jenny sobbed as the wave rose and rose inside of her, paused, rose some more. Then, finally, finally, she reached the crest of pleasure and it broke over her, washed her away, leaving her trembling and limp in his arms.

Chris was shaking with the effort to hold back. He had to be sure it was good for her, he wouldn't let himself come until he knew she was there and OK. When she cried out his name and he saw the ecstasy on her face, he finally let go of his control. He gripped her hips and held Jenny in place, thrusting inside of her amazing body over and over, wanting and needing nothing now but to release inside of her.

He shut his eyes as he exploded, barely able to draw a breath from the intensity. It was just so good, so f*****g good, and he could do nothing more than come and come, holding her against him as tight and close as possible. He gave one last thrust – hard, hard enough to lift her off his thighs – and then relaxed, his whole body ready to collapse.

"Oh, my God," he said, panting. "Jenny. Christ, baby. That was amazing."

She was still wrapped around him, her legs clinging to his waist, her arms hugging his neck, but her face was hidden in his broad shoulder. Gently, he pulled her away from him, needing to see her eyes.

"Tell me how you are," he said softly.

"I'm – amazing. Perfect, actually," she said. "I loved it... every second of it."

He sighed in relief. "Me too."

"Yeah, I noticed." Her eyes were soft and teasing. "I thought you were going to break apart for a minute there."

"Damn close thing." Chris kissed her tenderly. "You really OK?"

"I promise. I'm great."

He leaned back now, slowly, pulling her down with him. He turned them a bit so she could lie on her side, with him still nestled deep inside her. She gave a low moan of pleasure at the continued contact and connection, and kissed him. They stayed like that for a few minutes, letting their breathing slow and calm, and then Chris gently slipped out of her.

He covered her with the blankets. "I'll be one minute."

She nodded and settled into bed. When he came back, he took her in his arms right away, pulling her head down to his chest. Her long blonde hair spilled over his body, and he stroked it. She was sinking onto him, getting heavier, and he smiled at the look of peace and contentment on her face. She was totally relaxed, minutes away from sleep.

Jenny felt like she was floating and she barely had the energy to mouth a kiss on Chris' gorgeous chest.

"Thank you," she whispered. "You just don't know what it means to me... what you've done for me." She closed her eyes, felt sleep start to take her away.

Chris heard her breathing change now, get deeper and slower, and he lay quiet under her. Then he said her name, and when she didn't respond, he repeated it. When she still didn't answer, he said the words that he'd been longing to say for months.

The last thing Jenny thought she heard before she fell asleep was Chris whispering, “I love you, baby.” When she woke up the next morning, wrapped in his strong arms, she saw the look in his gray eyes and she knew that it hadn’t been a dream.

And she panicked. Completely.