Page 54 of Danger Close
In one, smooth motion, he put three fingers inside me, filling my insides as I clenched down, my body urging him further and further, needing more.
“Ah!” I brought the back of my hand to my mouth to silence my screams.
“Eyes, Teri!” His voice sounded frantic.
My eyes shot open and I looked at him. The panic faded as a smile tilted one side of his lip as his eyes hooded with desire.
“I need your eyes, baby. If I can't read your eyes, I have to stop. Do you understand?” His voice was heavy with lust. I nodded vigorously, and he grunted in response, before he plunged in. His tongue replaced his fingers as he groaned against my core.
I arched my back, barely remembering to keep my eyes on him as his fingers and tongue switched positions. With his fingers inside me, his tongue massaged my clit before he took it in his lips, lightly sucking on the small bud. My legs trembled.
“Joe!” My hands came to my hair, pulling at the root to create pain. Just a little pain to counteract the overwhelming pleasure that spread through my body.
My orgasm was swift, overwhelming, sending electricity from my pussy to every fiber of my being. Every part of me tensed and tensed, just to the brink of pain before the climax swept over me, relaxing every part of my body, and I fell limp on the mattress.
“No, no, no!” I whined as I sobbed, moisture streaming down my face in an embarrassing, blubbering mess as sorrow, shame, and fear overtook me, erasing the pleasure and filling it with guilt. “No! No!”
I wiped the tears away weeping like a child. Weeping like a pathetic woman.
“Fuck!” I said through gritted teeth, trying to turn from Cobra so he wouldn’t see my embarrassing reaction. “I’m sorry,” I whimpered. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry! I’m sorry.”
There was nothing in the world so perfect, so pure, so pleasurable that Teresa Louise Guerro could not ruin it.
Chapter 22
Fix You
Cobra
I only had a second of warning. Her eyes went from pleasure to shame in an instant. I had just enough time to crawl up her body and draw her to my chest.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She kept repeating her apologies, even as I rolled us so that my back was on the backrest, and she was safe in my embrace.
“Don’t be sorry, Princess. You’ve done nothing wrong.” I lightly grazed my fingers over her back, lifting up her shirt so that my nails delicately traced an infinity symbol on her spine. I held her, rocked her, and waited it out.
“I’m so fucking broken.” She sounded so miserable that it broke my heart.
She tried to push away from me, but I refused to let her go. The more she pushed, the tighter I hung on, because that was what she needed. She needed aftercare. She needed love.
“Then I’ll fix you,” I whispered. “I’ll hold you together.”
I cupped her cheek so that her watery, tear-soaked eyes lifted to mine.
“Someone hurt you, Princess, but they did notbreakyou.” I kissed her forehead. “I’m here now. If you think you’ll shatter, I will hold you together.”
“We didn’t even have sex and I’ve already fallen apart!” She shook her head, denying my words. But every denial was an opportunity to fix her misconceptions. “How could you want this?”
“I don’t wantthis.” Whatever the hellthiswas. “I wantyou.”
I took her mouth with all the passion I felt for her. My tongue pressed and tangled with hers, and I swallowed her whimpers, her sighs. I took the sobs from her lips and absorbed them as my own. I pressed further and further, until she lay against the pillows.
I broke the kiss when I stopped tasting her tears and sorrow. When she kissed me back with tenderness, I let her breathe again.
I traced my fingertips over her forehead, her cheeks, her chin, to her throat. I massaged her arms, her hands, her fingers. I caressed her, worshipping every inch of her body.
She slowly relaxed into my touch, and the tears stopped. I slid my arm under the nape of her neck, letting my bicep be her pillow.
“What about you?” she asked, her voice a tired whisper.
