The Unseen Enemy Series

Chapter 160

“Chris,” she breathed. “I want you to touch me, too.”

He raised his head. “Where, baby?”

She took his hands and lay them on her breasts. “Here, for starters.”

“Oh, God.” He fought to keep himself under control. “You sure?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Take this off me. Please.”

His fingers trembling, he carefully undid the top button on her pj top. She arched her back under him, biting her lip. He undid the next button, then the third, watching her eyes the whole time, making sure she was there with him. When he’d undone them all, he gently opened the top, laying her bare to his gaze, to his touch.

“My God, baby.” His voice was reverential. “So beautiful.”

“Touch me, Chris. Kiss me… make me feel good.”

“I’ll go slow, OK? You tell me if you want me to stop.”

She nodded, while thinking that there was no way she was going to ask him to stop anything. Her body was humming with need, and she was barely holding on.

Chris ran his fingers down her body gently, circling her breasts, then her n*****s. She moaned and he smiled at the sound. She pushed against his hand, trying to get closer, seeking that heat and contact.

More. More. Chris, please. More.

Jenny gasped when he gave her what she wanted, and lowered his head to her breasts. Slowly, he kissed every inch of her skin – from her throat to the waist of her pj bottoms – worshipping and adoring her, before working his way back up to her n*****s. He took one between his lips and sucked, released, pulled it in again. Jenny gave a cry and he paused.

“Jenny?”

“Don’t stop,” she panted. “Please… it feels so good.”

He grinned at her flushed face and hazy eyes, and turned his attention to the other breast. His tongue and his lips licked and tugged her n****e, and she grasped his hair between her fingers, pulling him as close as possible.

When she took his hand and pressed it between her thighs, he froze. Again, he looked at her, checking to make sure she was OK. Her hand was on top of his, her legs spread, her hips making small circles against his palm.

“Baby? Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Jenny.” He took her chin and forced her eyes to meet his. “Completely sure?”

“Yes.” She kissed him, her mouth hot and hungry. “Yes.”

Chris pressed gently on her p***y, felt her incredible heat. With one finger, he found her through the material and she arched under him.

Holy f**k, she’s so wet. So turned on. Oh, God, help me.

Chris ran his finger up and down her, watching her face as she gasped. She was totally open to him, flat on her back, her bare breasts rising and falling with her every breath, and he’d never seen anything so stunning in the whole of his life.

Jenny couldn’t seem to get close enough to Chris. Every touch made her crave more. Harder. Deeper. She felt her p***y open to him, and she knew that his fingers belonged there, between her soaked folds. She needed him to touch her there.

She took his hand in hers, and guided it to the top of her pj bottoms. She felt his hesitation and she kissed him.

“I want you to touch me,” she murmured against his mouth. “All of me. Inside and outside. I want you to… to give me pleasure. Make me come.”

He almost came himself at her words; his c**k was rock-hard and pulsing. “Jenny…”

“Please, babe.”

The endearment touched him deep inside, on some level and in some place that he didn’t even know he had. He blinked back tears, then he lowered her pyjamas down her hips, over her curved thighs. She sighed in relief and kicked them off her legs. And there she was, all of her, exposed to his hands and eyes.

My God. She is glorious.

He lay down beside her, his one arm extended up and over their heads. He touched her p***y now, and she arched her neck, a moan escaping her. He stroked her lower lips, up and down, loving her movements and sounds. She was writhing under his hand, so open and sexy. She surrendered to him, and it was beautiful.

“I’m going to put a finger inside you now, baby.” He kissed her. “You OK with that?”

“Yes.” She opened her legs wider. “Oh, yes…”

Carefully, slowly, he slipped one finger just inside her slick channel. She sucked in a breath and froze. He stopped, afraid.

“Jenny?”

“I’m OK.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure… it feels so incredible. It feels… right.”

“Here.” He took her hand and wrapped it around his wrist. “You take the lead.”

She gazed up at him. “What?”

“You’re in control. You move my hand, my fingers. You do what feels good.”

Jenny’s stomach clenched in excitement. “Really?”

“Yes.”

She tightened her grip on his wrist, and slowly pulled it towards her. His index finger slid in farther, and she gasped at how it felt.

She paused, pulled again. Deeper. Deeper. Her p***y throbbed and she took him as far into her body as she could. His hand was flat against her pulsing lips, his palm pressing on her c**t.

“Oh!” she said. “Oh, Chris… oh, God.”

“It feels good, baby?”

“Yes… it feels amazing.”