The Unseen Enemy Series

Chapter 154

One week later

“So, you jumped from kissing to helping Chris achieve orgasm in just one day?” Lori tucked her long hair behind her ears. “And you feel OK with that?”

“Yes.” Jenny stared across at the empty playground. It was a gray and rainy March day, and she supposed all the kids were tucked up warm at home, hopefully eating cookies. “I can’t believe it, actually. I got into bed seven nights ago fully intending to just kiss him a bit, then go to sleep. The fact that I asked him to take off his shirt, and then that I wanted to touch him was… a surprise.”

Lori nodded. “And how have things been since?”

“Great.” Jenny turned to her. “Well, almost great. I had a panic attack last night.”

“That was your first one in how long?”

“Ummm… maybe ten days.”

“OK. What set it off, do you think?”

Jenny exhaled. “I don’t know. I wasn’t even touching him… down there… or anything. We were in bed, with our pyjamas on, kissing. And suddenly, I just – I panicked.”

“Did he move on top of you? Touch your breasts?”

“No, nothing like that. It just happened.”

“And have you helped Chris have an orgasm since that first time?”

“Yes. Once more.”

“And the rest of the time?”

“We kiss for a while and we talk, then go to sleep.”

Lori leaned back. “Nightmares?”

“No. None.”

“Well, Jenny, I’d say that this is going far better than we could have hoped… what do you want the next step to be?”

Jenny hesitated.

“Jenny?”

“I’d like – I want Chris to touch me.”

“Where?”

“On my… on my lower body. Between my thighs.”

“Have you talked to him about it?”

“Not yet. I’m not ready.”

“What if you started with taking off your pj top? Asked him to stroke your breasts, kiss your n*****s?”

Jenny was silent.

“Can you imagine that?”

“Yes.”

“Does it excite you? Make you feel good?”

“Yes… it also makes me feel…”

“What?”

“… nervous, maybe?”

“That’s OK, Jenny.” Lori smiled at her. “I promise you, Chris is an extraordinary man. I know that you can tell him anything, ask him for anything. Just talk to him about what you might start to want and need. OK?”

“OK.” Jenny breathed out. “I’ll talk to him. Not tonight, but soon.”

****

Dallas thrust up into Olivia, groaning as her muscles clamped down on him, hard. He gripped her hips, held her tight. She bent down now and kissed him, her tongue running over his mouth, hot and teasing. He groaned again, longer and louder, and he felt her smile.

“You close, Dallas?” she purred. “You going to come inside me?”

His c**k gave a spasm. “Hell, yeah, sweetheart. You just keep riding me like this, and I’m not going to last much longer.”

Olivia straightened up on him again, her hips moving faster. “I want to see you. Look at me.”

“Fuck.” His whole body arched, lifting her right off the bed. “It’s so good with you, baby…”

“For me too,” she whispered.

He reached up and ran his fingers over her breasts and she gasped. Her head fell back and he started to thrust harder, knowing what she loved. This was the first time she’d been on top when they made love, and he’d been worried about her at the start. He saw now that she was OK, totally comfortable with her scars being right in front of him. She was spread and exposed and vulnerable – and she trusted him enough to let him see her like this.

Olivia shut her eyes tight as her climax built inside her heated body. Dallas was moving faster now and she met his plunges with her own downward movements. Over and over, they moved in unison, their cries rising, getting louder.

“I’m going to come, Olivia,” he ground out. “Open your eyes.”

She gazed down at his gorgeous face, and the ecstasy she saw there pushed her closer to the edge. Her body tensed on his, and when he gave one last thrust – so deep, so powerful – she flew over the edge completely. His blue eyes held her brown ones, and they saw the fire and lust in each other. Together, they came, shaking and clutching one another until the sensations faded away slowly.

Olivia collapsed forward onto him, felt his muscular arms wrap around her trembling body to pull her closer. Her hair fell over his chest and he stroked it gently, waiting for her to recover a bit. She was gasping his name, her body still having small aftershocks. He smiled, loving her.

Her breath slowed and she lifted her head to look at him. “You? Are incredible.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, darlin’,” he drawled.

She laughed. He stared at her beautiful face, so bright and lovely, and a single word popped into his head.

Now.

Dallas took a deep breath for courage, and gently eased out of her. She rolled off his body and lay down next to him, her head on his muscled shoulder, her fingers running through the dark hair on his massive chest. He kissed her forehead, then went to the bathroom to throw out the condom. He stared at his own face in the mirror, nervously flattened his hair.

He went to the bedroom now, opened the drawer in the bedside table. He took out the box and climbed back into bed with her.