Overcoming Fear (Growing Pains #2)(101)

He gently pulled her chin to him and kissed her heart-shaped lips. He put his hand on the back of her neck, keeping her close. He was spent, twice, but he would keep going until she came. It was not an option to stop now. Plus, he wanted to follow this to the end. He’d wanted her since the beginning, and he would be damned if he’d wait one more day because he’d used all the sperm in his body. He had to have some more hanging around somewhere…

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Krista let Sean kiss her, getting more comfortable, chasing away those damn ghosts that were so close to the surface. It was like Jim was perching on her shoulder, waiting for the right moment to waltz back in and ruin everything. She couldn’t let that happen.

She forced herself to breathe, and then to relax, once there, she focused on the present. She always had to remind herself to focus on the present. And in the present was a hot, intelligent, caring man that was running his hands along her body.

Also in the present was a throbbing core begging to be penetrated.

It was a quick trip back!

Krista slid her leg up Sean’s, needing him inside her. Needing to be as close to him as possible. They had the emotional connection, now they needed the physical. She needed the physical.

Shutting out Jim’s mental presence, Krista lost herself in Sean. In his smell, in his body, in his kissing, now getting more needy, and matching her shift. She pushed at his shoulder, liking that he rolled to his back instantly. Liking the lurch of his dick as blood rushed into it. They definitely needed some handcuffs! It didn’t seem like Sean had ever let someone take charge, and the desire to was an aphrodisiac.

Krista crawled on top of him, sliding his daunting girth along her wetness, focusing on the sensations worming their way deep into her core. She moved him to the front, now pointing toward his face instead of his feet, and gyrated her h*ps into his, letting his c**k get caught in between. Now he was hitting her in the right spot, moving and displacing that little bump of pleasure. Her body was heating up, her core swelling again, her br**sts jealous of the attention.

“Touch me, Sean,” Krista murmured, leaning in so he could put both hands on her.

He complied eagerly. She was moving slightly faster, but focused on herself. He was hitting the spots that felt best to her, readying herself for sex.

“Do you want protection?” Krista said softly, ready for him. Needing him. Wanting him to fill her. Just thinking about it had her body moving more quickly, and had her head dropping back; with hands feeling up her body.

Krista lifted slightly as Sean went diving for his pants. While waiting, she kept one hand on her breast, rubbing her sensitive nipple, the other she let fall to her clit, teasing herself. After an extended amount of time, and feeling Sean having gone still, Krista opened her eyes to see what the hold-up was.

Turned out it was her. Sean was looking at her with a hungry expression, his eyes tuned in to her ministrations.

With a smile, Krista removed her hands and put them on Sean’s chest. “Your turn.”

Sean jumped at it. He was frantic, wanting her, but trying to slow himself. He put a long finger into her core and rubbed, eyes close to her br**sts as she moaned.

Krista moved over him, feeling his lower hand reach up, slightly shaking, to find a breast. She felt the thin latex in place, angled herself over him, and ran his blunt tip along her opening.

“Oh Krissy, please…” Sean mumbled. “I can’t last very long with you.”

“You have to,” she said with a smile as she lowered herself marginally until tip barely parted flesh. She backed off and let him slide against her slit once more, getting it good and wet, before moving it back into position. This time, as the tip parted flesh, she hesitated a moment, then sat. All the thoughts burst out of her head.

“Ohhhh…” Sean breathed, his hands glued to her br**sts, his eyes closed.

Krista sat for a minute, letting his sheer size fill every inch of her body, hit every deep place. She started moving then, feeling him scrape against the inside of her, heating her middle, and then her limbs as the friction sent bursts of pleasure into her. She rocked her h*ps and swayed, hitting everywhere, moving his hands back to her br**sts so he could work at her ni**les.

As sensations overwhelmed her, she allowed herself to get more aggressive, letting months of pent-up sexual desire rage through her. She swirled her hips, angling, pumping onto him, completely focused on the feelings consuming her. His body picked up the pace eagerly, reading her cues and enhancing them, working under her to create a remarkable heat, reaching through her body like tendrils.

Krista felt up her body with her hands, sighing in delight as his hands moved to her h*ps and clutched. Her head fell back as her core soaked up all the delicious friction, turning it into an indescribable feeling that she’d only imagined in past partners. She wondered if he always made women feel this good. If this remarkable ability of his was ingrained. Or if maybe their chemistry knew no bounds. If maybe these sweet sensations alighted from their mutual respect, their undying love, and most importantly, the tough road they’d taken to get to this spot. She wondered if it was as extraordinary for him as it was for her.

Then she couldn’t think at all. The sensations were at a fever pitch, battling within her, wanting to explode, but wanting to build a little more. Wanting to fill every corner, but wanting to be fanned higher still, reaching, wanting to see how full of this exquisite pleasure she could get.