The Unseen Enemy Series

Chapter 9

“Hey,” he said softly. “You OK?”

She bit her lip. “I will be in a minute.”

He turned her face to his. “Look at me.”

She opened those amazing blue eyes and he saw the hurt deep in them.

Shit. I hurt her, she’s in serious pain. Dammit. Is it possible that she’s a virgin?

Dean stroked her cheek. “Is this your first time, baby?”

“No.” Her voice wavered. “It’s just – it’s been a while since I’ve done this.”

He nodded. “OK. How long is ‘a while’?”

She swallowed. “Five years, almost.”

“Five –” Dean closed his eyes and lowered his forehead to hers. His breath blew across her face gently as he spoke. “Honey, I wish you had told me that before.”

“Why?” Emma said. “Do you mean you wouldn’t have brought me home if you knew?”

To soothe and calm her, he ran his hand over her curves, loving her smooth skin. “No. I’d still have brought you home, but if I’d known it’s been a while for you, I’d have taken it way slower.”

“Yeah?”

“Hell, yeah.” He watched her face relax a bit. “I have no interest whatsoever in hurting you, Emma. That’s not what this is about, OK? I want it to be good for you, too.”

She stared up at him and felt tears start. Dean saw them glistening in her eyes, and his face softened more than she ever thought possible. He reached out and wiped them with his thumbs as they slid down her cheeks.

“OK, now,” Dean said. “You tell me what you want to do. You want to stop? There’s lots of other things we can do to make us both feel good… I don’t have to be inside you.”

“Really?” she said. “You’d stop if I asked?”

His face tightened again. He wondered if maybe she’d had some experience with someone who hadn’t stopped when she'd wanted them to.

Is that why it’s been five years? Did some asshole force her? Hurt her?

“Of course I’d stop,” he said. “Just say the word.”

Emma gazed at him, then smiled.

“No,” she said. “No, I don’t want you to stop.”

“You sure?” His eyes searched hers, making sure she was telling him the truth.

“Yes.”

“OK,” he said. “So we need to get you to relax… it’s going to hurt you too much if we try to carry on now.”

She nodded and took a deep breath.

“Easy,” he said. “No rush. Just let yourself open up to me, OK?” He ran his large hand down one tense thigh, stroking it, pressing on it. “Relax your muscles here. Lower your legs.”

Emma let her thighs fall open slowly, her legs sliding back down the bed next to his. He stayed totally still, watching her face.

“OK?” he said.

“Yes.”

“Good.” He took her hand that was fisted up in the sheets, turned it over to face palm up, opened it gently. He threaded his fingers through hers, then lowered his massive upper body onto her breasts again, his other hand moving up her leg. When she shuddered, he moved his mouth to her throat. Slowly, he kissed her neck, her cheeks, her forehead, moving closer to her mouth one inch at a time.

By the time Dean finally kissed her, Emma was panting his name. He felt her need and ran his tongue over those generous lips. She gasped now – a gasp of wanting – and he slipped his tongue inside. He stroked and delved into her mouth, taking his time, tasting her sweetness, loving her heat. She was heating up below too, he knew. She was still as tight as hell, but she was slicking up around him, her juices pooling around his c**k, her p***y opening to him a bit more.

He moved his hand between their bodies, watching her eyes to make sure this was OK. Emma sighed with pleasure when his finger found her c**t and she arched her back a bit, taking him into her more deeply. Her body was completely relaxed now, her p***y fluttering around him in waves of desire. Still stroking her, he slowly slid in a bit farther, then a bit more, watching her face closely. She moaned and opened her thighs wider. Encouraged, he gave one final thrust, burying himself as deep as possible now. He stilled, letting her get used to the sensation of him filling her.

They stared at each other, breathless.

“You OK?” Dean said.

“Yes.” Her eyes were glazed with lust. “Oh, yes.”

“I’m going to start to move now, honey.” He brushed her lips. “Nice and easy. You tell me to stop if it hurts, OK?”

She nodded.

Dean slid out of her slowly and Emma lifted her hips, helplessly, trying to keep him close for as long as possible. He moved back inside her, feeling her wetness the whole length of her p***y. She wrapped her legs around his waist, taking him as far into herself as possible, and he groaned. He thrust again and again, loving the way she shuddered under him.

“Does it still hurt?” he asked.

“No,” she breathed. “No. It feels good.”

“It’s going to feel even better, Emma. I promise.”