Page 59 of Serve and Protect
“Shh! I’ve got this.” And sure enough, with a few more tries, he’s all the way in. I pause for a moment and just breathe as my body accommodates the intrusion. When I raise myself, he sucks in a breath, flexing his fingers on my thighs.
“Oh, God, sweetheart.” He groans, low and long. “You feel—it’s so—holy shit.”
My body continues to soften, like it knows how this is supposed to go. I raise and lower myself on him again, several more times, until it becomes easier. I’m so wet, he’s sliding in and out of me perfectly. The stimulation and the friction are sublime, and I angle myself so that the head of his cock brushes me in just the right spot.
He reaches up and cups my breasts, gently squeezing and molding them. He plays with my nipples, tweaking them, gently pinching and rolling them, with just the right amount of pressure. I feel a connection between my breasts and my pussy. When he tweaks the one, I feel tingles in the other.
Pretty soon, I’m moving easily on him, rocking myself. He’s touching me, all of me, my breasts, stroking my thighs, threading his fingers into my hair which hangs down around my face like a dark curtain. At one point, he leans up to kiss me, and our lips cling together as we both try to catch our breath.
When he lies back down, he grits his teeth as he watches me move on him. I think he’s trying to hold off his climax, waiting for me.
“This is my fantasy,” I confess. “Riding you like this.”
Instantly, he explodes. His cock bucks and throbs inside me. His expression tightens, his whole body does as he shoves himself into me, gritting his teeth.
And suddenly, watching him come triggers my orgasm. My vagina clamps down on his erection, squeezing him so tightly. He groans harshly and grips my thighs hard as he keeps bucking his hips up into me.
Even though he’s wearing a condom, I canfeelhim ejaculating. I can feel the throbbing and the pulsations deep inside me.
He pulls me forward so that our chests are touching. He kisses me like he’s starving for it, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.
Eventually, I collapse on him. He catches me and rolls us so that we’re lying on our sides facing each other.
He brushes my hair back from my hot face. “You are so incredibly beautiful. I always knew you were the prettiest, nicest, and smartest girl in school. Now I know you’re also the sexiest.”
I close my eyes and drink in his kisses, his words, his gentle touches. I waited a long time for this. I guess that’s because we save the best for last. When I finally get around to opening my eyes, he’s watching me, smiling.
“I love you, Jennifer Lopez,” he says. “And if you let me, I’ll love you for the rest of our lives.”
And that’s when I burst into tears. Ugly, soul-sucking sobs.
“What’s wrong?” He sounds truly alarmed. “Are you hurt? Did I do something?”
I’m crying so hard I can’t even form a coherent statement. All I can do is shake my head.
“Jennie, please. Talk to me.”
“I’m—sorry!”
“Sorry for what?” He props himself up on his good elbow and leans over me. “Jennie—”
“It’s all my fault!” I struggle to talk as tears clog my throat and nose. I can hardly see past the tears. “All those wasted years! Saying no to you when my heart was crying outyes.” I press my face against his chest and let years of longing and pain pour out.
He wraps his arms around me and starts rocking me gently. “Shh, no, it’s okay, sweetheart. It’s not your fault. None of it’s your fault.”
“Yes, it is.” I know he’s just trying to be kind, but it’s true, and we both know it.
“It’s really not, sweetheart.”
I realize he’s shaking. When I pull back and gaze up at him, I see the glimmer of tears in his eyes. Knowing he’s hurting, too, breaks something wide open inside me. “I was afraid,” I saythrough my own tears. “All the hateful things the kids said to me. The bullying—I didn’t want that to rub off on you, too. You were already the object of so much bullying because of your mom. I couldn’t add to it.” I blow out a shaky breath. “I was afraid you’d grow to resent me, and I’d rather have stayed your friend forever than risk losing you altogether. I was a coward, Chris. All these years, I wanted you, but never believed I deserved you. Not after what I put you through.”
Chris leans over me and opens my nightstand drawer. I wonder what he’s doing when I hear him tear open another condom packet. I watch as he removes the first one, sets it aside, and then sheathes himself all over again.
When he comes over me, I automatically open my legs for him, and he settles between my thighs. He guides himself into me, so carefully, even though there’s no need because my body is so wet and slick after my orgasm.
He begins to move then, so gently, every action tender. He gazes down into my face and brushes my hair back. “No more tears. No guilt, and no blame. We’re starting over right now. We’re starting fresh.” He kisses me sweetly. “I love you more right now than I ever have in my life. And I’ll love you even more tomorrow.”
He thrusts slowly, in and out, over and over, in no hurry. Time stops for both of us, and we just exist in this moment. Slow strokes, soft kisses, gentle flutterings in my belly and between my legs. This is so achingly delicious.
