The Unseen Enemy Series

Chapter 161

She withdrew his finger slowly, feeling the suction of her body, then pulled him in again, using both her hands this time. He groaned as her p***y muscles tightened on him, and he felt the answering burst of wetness between her lips. Jenny pulled his finger in and out of her, slowly at first, then faster, and Chris felt her body start to tremble.

Christ, she's so tight. So hot and wet. I’m going to come myself if this goes on much longer.

She pulled him out of her heat completely, unfolded his middle finger to join his index one. The she pulled both of them into her, giving a small cry at the renewed sensation.

“Touch my c**t,” she begged. “Use your thumb… Chris, please.”

He did as she asked, swirling around her hard nub every time she pulled his fingers into her body. She plunged his fingers faster, every pull in going deeper and harder. His thumb pushed down consistently, not breaking the contact, and she closed her eyes as the wave of pleasure rose and rose, became larger and stronger than she’d expected.

She released his hand now. “I trust you,” she breathed. “I want you to do it. I want you to make me come…”

He groaned and kissed her, hard, his fingers moving in and out of her at a steady pace. Her hands gripped the headboard above her, her toes curled, she threw her head back.

“So close, sweetheart,” he said, his voice almost a growl against her mouth. “You’re going to love it. Let go. Let me see you.”

At his words, Jenny responded, helplessly. She stiffened, her whole body tight and taut, and when his thumb lazily circled her bundle of nerves before pressing down on it again, she exploded.

Her cry of release was the most f*****g amazing thing that Chris had ever heard. Her orgasm was so strong that he saw her stomach muscles convulsing. Her spasms went on and on, her p***y muscles flexed and released on his fingers, and she shook under him, lost in sensation. Her body relaxed now, almost went limp, and she gave a low moan of pleasure.

Chris pulled out of her carefully and she shuddered as he brushed against her swollen c**t. He took her in his arms, pressed her face to his chest. Her trembling was getting stronger now, and he wondered if this was the start of a panic attack.

“Jenny? You doing OK?”

She nodded, tears suddenly running down her cheeks.

“Oh, baby.” He wiped them away. “These good tears or bad ones?”

“G – good,” she managed. “But – I can’t seem to stop them.”

“Hold on to me. I’m right here,” he said. “You’re safe. Just let yourself cry, Jenny, if that’s what you need to do.”

She sobbed then, and he held her, stroking her tumbled hair. He rocked her back and forth, waited for her to calm. It didn’t take as long as he’d thought it would: she came back to herself after just a few moments, and she raised her face to his.

His gray eyes were soft and warm, and she reached up to kiss him. He tasted her tears on her lips, and he licked them tenderly. He felt her smile against his mouth and he held her away from him.

“Better?” he asked, brushing her hair back off her face.

“Much.”

“Come here, then.” He pulled the covers up over her naked body and tucked her into his side. “Stay close to me, Jenny. Relax.”

They lay together, her breathing slowing and steadying. Then Chris sat up.

“I’ll be right back.”

She nodded, feeling sleepiness start to creep up on her.

He went into the bathroom and came out with a washcloth. He drew the covers back, and tenderly, carefully, washed her p***y. The warmth was comforting and calming, and his act was so sweet, so intimate, she felt tears start again.

“OK?” he said.

“Yes.”

He took the cloth to the bathroom, came back to her. She nestled into his body, and sighed deeply.

“Go to sleep, Jenny.” He ran his hands up and down her back. “I’ve got you.”

She closed her eyes. Two minutes later, she was asleep, and her dreams that night were sweet.