Then he was grinding into me and kissing me, running his hands through my hair. I wanted to be afraid but I was so relieved that he wasn’t freaking out that I just let him.
It made no sense in the world but I was letting him. He had that silver cross necklace on again and the cross was dangling over me, touching my throat.
Right now he wasn’t the criminal, he was the guy who’d first taken me on a dinner date, and I kissed him back. His fingers were inside of me and rubbing me and before my actions registered in my brain I rubbed both of my palms up and down his arms to his shoulders and then one of my hands reached down into his track pants and I wrapped my hand around his c**k and squeezed.
He moaned into my mouth and said, “Let’s take this upstairs.” I let go of him and he helped me
