The Unseen Enemy Series

Chapter 10

Dean started to move faster, his rhythm speeding up as her gasps turned to cries. She was rising to meet him, pulling him closer, her whole body straining. He watched her beautiful face as her pleasure built, and he knew she was close.

“You’re right on the edge, honey. Just let it happen…"

“Dean,” she said, and the way she moaned his name was as f*****g hot as he had imagined in the bar. “Oh, God, Dean… please. More. More.”

He f****d her harder now, knowing she could take it. Emma’s whole body reacted to his c**k slamming into her, hitting some deep, sweet spot inside her. She threw her head back, her fingers gripping his back and ass, pulling him closer, deeper. He felt her p***y start to contract and release, and his own climax approached like a freight train.

“Holy f**k,” he said. “You’re so tight, so sweet. God, you feel like heaven to me. Come for me, angel… come and take me with you.”

Emma’s orgasm hit her so fast, she didn’t have time to make a sound. She froze, totally rigid, her whole body one giant nerve ending of pulsating pleasure. The wave rolled through her, over her, washed her away.

Dean felt her muscles tug and squeeze on him, the spasms stronger than anything he’d ever felt before. His control deserted him now, and he drove into her body as hard as he could, feeling her shaking under him with her own release. He erupted inside her, both his hands clenched in her long hair, his heart pounding.

Emma buried her face in his chest, trying to catch her breath. When he lifted her chin to kiss her again, she whimpered against his mouth. He heard her and pulled back, stroking her tumbled hair off her forehead.

“You doing alright?”

Emma nodded, her whole body soft and relaxed. “Yeah.”

He looked into her eyes and smiled. She looked amazing; this was definitely a woman who had just been laid properly and come hard. Her hair was wild and tousled, her lips swollen from his kisses, her cheeks flushed and glowing.

My God, she is something else.

He pulled out of her slowly, regretting having to leave her heat. Glancing down, he saw streaks of blood on the condom and worry for her moved in his chest again. He touched her lower lips.

“Emma? Does it hurt here?”

She looked at him, confused. “Hurt?”

“There’s a bit of blood, baby,” he said calmly. “I’ll get a cloth, OK? Stay still.”

She touched herself and her fingers came away tinged with pink and red. She blinked in surprise.

Dean came back into the bedroom and sat down next to her. Gently, he cleaned her, running the warm, wet material up and down and between her lips. When he finished, he held the cloth still for a few seconds, his hand cupping her mound, just letting the heat soothe the last bit of her discomfort.

He went back to the bathroom, and when he returned to the bed, Emma was sobbing. What he had just done for her had been so intimate, so caring, it had taken her breath away. He’d given her so much pleasure on what was one of the worst days of her life, and all she felt was gratitude and relief. It was stupid and embarrassing to lose it in front of an almost-total-stranger like this, but she still couldn’t seem to stop.

“Hey,” he said, pulling her into his arms. “Shhhh. Come here, I’ve got you. It’s OK.”

She wiped her eyes and tried to smile. “I’m sorry, Dean. Nothing’s wrong, I swear. I just – I don’t know.”

“It’s a release, Emma. That’s what orgasm is, right? You let so much stuff go when you come, and I’m just glad that you let it go with me.”

“You are?”

“Sure am.” He stroked her lips with his thumb. “Can’t remember the last time I enjoyed watching a woman come so much. You’re so f*****g hot and beautiful, angel. Trust me on this one.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Really.” He rolled onto his back and pulled her down with him, holding her head against his chest. “Just stay here for a little while, OK?”

“OK.” Emma closed her eyes and took a deep breath, relaxing on him. The last thing she remembered thinking was that he felt like heaven to her too.