Page 87 of The Jellybean Dilemma

I grabbed his towel and started with his face, followed by his muscular shoulders. He stared at me, all tenderness as I dried his arms, his abdomen. Then his legs and back. But when it came to his hair, I couldn’t reach. He chuckled, bending down for me to towel him off.

I quickly dried myself, then I led him to our bed where I pushed him down. He settled on the pillow and laced his hands beneath his head, content to let me lead. I straddled him, rocking my wet pussy along his impossibly hard length.

Concern still lingered in his gaze, so I said, “I’m okay now, Greg. Really. I’ll get help, but I’m done sitting on the sidelines as the world goes by.”

Relief flooded his expression, and he reached for me, crushing me to his chest. “Jellybean,” he murmured. “You scared me. I thought you were gone for good.”

“I’m here,” I whispered, and it was true.

Our lips met in a tender kiss, full of promise and hope. But desire quickly flooded back in as our movements became more frantic. I ground against him again, and he moaned in my mouth.

“I seem to remember you promising to fuck me against the wall someday,” I said, my voice sultry and full of suggestion.

He raised an eyebrow. “I do remember that.” I ground against him once more, and he growled, “Now?”

“Yes, please,” I answered demurely.

He rolled us over, his turn to grind against me. Just once. I tipped my head back, basking in the friction before he stood. Grabbing my legs, he dragged me to the edge of the bed and picked me up. I wrapped around him, our mouths colliding hungrily as he strode toward the wall.

My back hit the cool surface, and his fingers dug into my ass seconds before he slid himself inside me. I gasped as he filled me. He stilled, dipping his head so his lips hovered before mine.

“Greg?” I asked, concerned.

“I missed you,” he whispered.

I tightened my legs around him. “Show me,” I demanded, knowing he was worrying about how fragile I was, knowing he was struggling to keep in control. And that wasn’t what I wanted at all.

He stared at me for a long second, and I deliberately gripped him with my inner walls. It was enough to break his barriers. He slammed into me, leaving no space between our torsos, and his cheek pressed to mine as he kept up a furious pace. I clung to him, taking all of it and knowing with every second that I was safe.

Another release beckoned, and I clenched around him, making him groan. He gripped me so hard I knew his fingerprints would leave a mark. But they were from him, and I would wear them with pride.

His breathing became ragged, and mine matched. He frantically slid his hand between us, pressing his thumb against my clit. It triggered my release, and I buried my mouth against his shoulder as I dug my nails into his back.

He bit out my name, slamming into me one last time before he went rigid.

The only sound was our heavy breaths, though my heart pounded so hard, I wondered if he could feel it.

When I could finally speak, I kissed his lips, then his cheek, and said, “I think that is my new favorite way to come on your cock.”

He let out a surprised laugh and shook his head. Brushing a strand of my hair back, he smiled and said, “I love you, Jellybean.”

My heart was full, almost to bursting. And I knew I’d turned a corner today, because of him. I put all my feeling into my words as I answered, “I love you, too, Just Greg.”

* * * *

I kept my word about getting help. Greg even booked my appointment, offering to go with me if I needed. The therapist was kind, understanding and insightful. My sessions made all the difference, and I wished I’d started sooner. I made sure to thank everyone for pushing me to go. I planned to keep going, knowing it’d be a while before the incident was truly behind me.

The night of the big dinner with my parents finally arrived. I tried not to be nervous when we walked up to the elegant restaurant. We were a little early, wanting to be seated first. I wasn’t ashamed of Greg at all, but I knew my parents, knew their elitist attitude and was afraid of what they might say.

It wouldn’t matter to them that Greg was the best thing that had ever happened to me, that he was a thousand times better than anyone else I’d ever chosen. All they’d see was ‘former chauffeur’ stamped on his forehead. But I was borrowing trouble. Maybe they’d surprise me…

And maybe pigs would fly.

Derek, Avery, Gina and Liam came in right after us, all dressed to the nines. Josh had planned to come but had an ‘emergency’ rehearsal at the last minute. Gina had been beyond annoyed, but he’d refused to budge. Derek ordered us appetizers and champagne, winking at me as he did so. I hid a smile, but not fast enough to escape Greg’s notice.

When the hostess brought my parents over, Greg squeezed my hand. “Here we go.”

I stood up to greet my parents, as did Derek and Avery. I let them say hi first, then kissed my father, followed by my mother, carefully staying between them and Greg.

---