Frigid Affair(41)

When he entered me, it wasn’t like before. He moved at a appreciative pace, his muscles holding most of his weight from crushing me. When we switched positions he wanted me to remain close, instead of sitting up to give him a better view of my chest. Before, he’d seemed like it was his favorite part of a woman, though I was beginning to think this new side of him was the true Jensen coming out.

Before it was about f*cking. I needed to be ravaged and taken advantage of, which he’d done a good job at.

The person I was in bed with now was gracious. His focus was on making sure every part of me was tended to. I matched his rhythm, my body still weak from the orgasm he’d given me earlier. My breathing was heavy and strained, so I appreciated the slower paced movements. I couldn’t stop touching his chest and running my fingers through the small patch of hair on his skin. As long as I could feel him I knew this was really happening and not just a vivid dream I’d wake up from.

This wasn’t the same man I’d been with before. I can attest that this man making love to me had been buried by a web of lies he’d concocted in order to get close to me. Now that the curtain had been dropped, there was nothing holding him back except himself, and while I worried he’d relapse, I knew I was experiencing the best of him.

Whatever was happening between us wasn’t love. It was a carnal desire built on uncertainty. It was dangerous and the consequences would determine whether Christopher was raised with one parent or two. Neither one of us were thinking about that though. We were too overcome in pleasure to consider this could pose a threat to a healthy relationship.

My focus remained on the way our bodies worked together to find a common reward. I knew Jensen was going to last longer this time. He held me close, still constantly kissing me as if I was a delicious treat. When I sat up straight he went right for my breast, cupping both and then massaging them. I arched my back and swayed my hips, my clit rubbing against his cock as he slid in and out of me. I tried not to moan or cry out too loudly on account of Christopher being asleep in the room above us, but some things felt too damn good to hold my excitement in. As I reacted to the fantastic sensations I was experiencing while in this position, Jensen brought his hands down and cupped my ass. He slowed my pace down again, almost forcing my body to grind against his harder. I let him lead, because let’s face it, I was coming off my rocker by the second.

Just as I was about to break down, he halted us. “Woman, you need to slow down. I can’t handle the way you make me feel.”

I ran my hand over the side of his face while peering into his eyes. “I can’t stop. I want to come again. Pinch my nipples. Let me f*ck you just a little.”

He kissed me ravenously, only pulling away to flip me over. He rolled me on my stomach and pulled my ass up in the air. I felt his hand coming down over my sensitive *. He drove a couple fingers inside, roughly shoving them in and out. Once they were removed he leaned forward and brought them to my lips. “Suck them,” he requested.

I did as I was told, savoring the taste of my previous release. I could feel him messing around with my ass. He was poking me in the hole to see how I’d react. I shimmied a bit and turned back to look at him for a second. “Are you waiting for a go ahead?”

“Are you giving me one? I’ve wanted to f*ck that ass since your pants came off.”

I lifted my butt in the air more, shaking it around to taunt him. The pressure of him entering me caused me to cry out. I wasn’t tense, but he was large and quite frankly hurt me. A few seconds later my body naturally relaxed, allowing him his way with my backside. This time he was the one moaning nonsense. He had a strong hold on my hips as he slapped against me over and over again.

When my knees became weak, I knew it was only a matter of time before I lost myself again. I reached between my own legs and traced tiny circles over my swollen clit. When it wasn’t enough, I drove two fingers inside my spent *, rocking even harder against them.

My orgasm was like fireworks going off in the night sky. My head flew back and I cried out words with no meaning. Behind me, I felt Jensen tightening, finally giving in to his own second release.

Afterwards I lay in his arms. The wind outside vibrated off the windows while we remained surrounded in the heat of each other. He played with my hair, every once in a while kissing the top of my head in between conversations.

He told me about his childhood and what it was like to grow up with a bunch of sisters. I spoke of my brother and how I missed our little arguments the most. We talked about my pregnancy. Jensen wanted to know every detail, so I gave him the rundown. I could tell he would have liked to be around. In my defense I did look for him, at least until I thought he was a criminal.

By the time I closed my eyes to go to sleep I was confident we could be friends, maybe even something more. We had a very convoluted relationship. Obviously we enjoyed sleeping together. We just needed to figure out how to be normal people when we weren’t getting it on, for the sake of our son.

I had no idea what was going to happen between us. Either one of us could wake the next day and decide this was all a big mistake again. We wouldn’t know until the time came.

For now, I was content in his arms. I felt safe, happy even. It was enough to make me wonder if it was at all possible for us to build something stronger, or if we’d ruined it by jumping the gun again and having sex.

Before I dozed off Jensen gave me an idea of where he saw things going, at least for the time being.