“You will. Just as soon as I can get out of these jeans.” His movements were frenzied, pushing the wet material of his pants past histhighs.
She lifted her hips and shoved her underwear down to her knees, managing to free one leg from the constricting material. His cock sprang forward and the warm, hard length rested against the inside of her thigh. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once—her butt, her breast, her hip—as if he wanted to touch all of her at one time. Wrapping her hand around him, she stroked from the base to the tip, rubbing her thumb through the drop of moisture at thetip.
He groaned and one of his hands briefly disappeared behind his back and returned holding a condom. He ripped the packet with his teeth, then pushed her hand out of the way while he rolled it on. Lining himself up with her entrance, he pushed forward, bottoming out in one hardthrust.
She hissed against the invasion and the sting. Surrounded. Engulfed. As if an ocean wave had crashed over her, enveloping her in its peaceful silence all while threatening never to release her from its powerful grasp. Dropping his face into the hollow of her shoulder, he stayed still, buried to the hilt. His lips soft and gentle against the sensitive skin of her neck while he throbbed inside her, his heartbeat keeping time with hers, a clock ticking down to some kind of explosion. One that had the power to cleanse ordestroy.
It may have been seconds or hours, but just as she reached her threshold and was ready to push him away and retreat to her bedroom, he moved. Slow at first, as if he needed a moment to find his rhythm, then fast, hard, and uncontrolled. He hooked an arm under her leg and moved it to his shoulder, tilting her pelvis up, which allowed him even further into her core. Pushing up, he pistoned his hips with enough force she began to inch across the floor. She held on to his back and shoulders, wrapping her other leg high around hisass.
He looked down at where they were joined. She followed his gaze and watched him thrust in and out. Her breathing quickened as she anticipated each time he disappeared into her tight sheath, savoring the brief press against her clit, straining for more contact. More pressure. Something to help push her over the precipice she hoveredon.
He dropped down to his elbows, obscuring her view. His hands cupped the sides of her face, his thumbs brushing the tops of her cheeks. She looked into his eyes and promptly closedhers.
“Denise.”
She opened hereyes.
“Stay withme.”
Her brows pinched together, unsure of the meaning in his gaze. It unnerved her. There was something…more. Something she wasn’t ready toface.
He thumbed her clit, putting just the right amount of pressure on the hood. There it was, that feeling coalescing in the very center of her. Her eyelids fluttered shut as she concentrated on letting her orgasm takeher.
“Eyes open,Denise.”
Her eyes snapped open and immediately clashed with his. The damn broke—in more ways than one. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as she came. The wave of release pushing everything up and out ofher.
She closed her eyes and turned her head away, hardly aware of whether Chris came with her or after her. Dropping her leg, she waited for him to finish. She felt like an asshole, but she needed him to be done and to leave her alone. He kissed her cheek and her temple. Trying to hold it in only made it worse and she began totremble.
“Shhh. It’sokay.”
But it wasn’t. Her body heaved with the force of her crying. She covered her face with her hands and curled onto her side, pulling her legs up close to herbody.
“Shit. Denise, please talk tome.”
She shook her head. “Justgo.”
“Fuck!” A chill descended when he stood and she heard the rustling of hisjeans.
He’d done exactly what she’d asked him to do. So why was she crying even harder now that he wasgone?
Chapter 10
Fuck,fuck,fuck.
Chris pulled up his jeans, not caring that the condom was falling off his softening dick. He had bigger things to worry about. Like what the hell had set Denise off right after they’d had sex. Had he hurt her? Did she regret what they’d done? Should he have taken his time and gotten her into her bedroom? Shit, he hadn’t even been able to get his pants off and her underwear still hung on oneankle.
Regardless, he couldn’t leave her like that, curled up in the fetal position on the cold floor of her entryway. They hadn’t even made it to the living room. She could hate him later for ignoring her order toleave.
Squatting down, he hooked an arm under her legs and shoulders and scooped her up, cradling her to his chest. She cried almost uncontrollably and it tore him apart. He carried her into her bedroom and laid her down on the bed. She didn’t acknowledge him or her change inposition.
Indecisive, he stood by the bed warring with his earlier decision to leave her alone and unwilling to leave her vulnerable. Fuckit.
In the bathroom, he removed the condom and peeled his pants off inside-out, hanging them over the shower rod. Grabbing a hand towel from the bar on the wall, he went back into the bedroom. Denise hadn’t moved, although her crying seemed to have eased up some. He cradled her head and lifted it from the pillow. With his other hand, he spread the towel out under her head and hair as best he could and folded the towel over the wetends.
Going to the other side of the bed, he lay down behind her. He snagged the edge of the soft comforter and pulled it over them. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight as a fresh wave of sobsescaped.
Maybe this wasn’t the right thing to do. He swallowed hard. “I’ll go if that’s what you really want,” he saidsoftly.
