She tensed, knowing what was coming next, but he stunned her. He didn’t move. He just stayed there, letting her feel the thickness of his shaft. Then, his torso dropped down until his weight was on her, until her breasts were pressed against his. The hair on his chest, while thick, wasn’t repulsive and it felt like silk against her chest. She whimpered as with each dragging breath he inhaled, it raked those tiny follicles against her n*****s, hypersensitizing the delicate area of her breasts.
Her head rolled back at his proximity. She loved his heat, his heaviness. She reveled in his being there like a weighty blanket. She’d never felt so secure in all her life, Cinda realized at that moment.
He’d never hurt her. He’d never allow her to be hurt. She was safe. Forever safe.
With a groan,
