Overcoming Fear (Growing Pains #2)(102)

As she was hitting her stride, reaching for home, but wanting the build to go on, his hands, which were massaging her br**sts, suddenly grabbed her by the h*ps and threw her onto the bed.

She knew a moment of blind panic as she tumbled, hitting the mattress in a tangle of limbs. Memories flashed like lightening, crowding her brain. Jim over her, painfully spreading her legs and jamming himself in.

And then it happened—her hastily spread legs. The thrust.

She cried out in panic and struggled, closing her eyes against the onslaught. She pushed at the body leaning into her, trying to get away. Trying to stop it.

“Stay with me, Krista. Focus on me,” Sean said into her ear, his deep tones working their way through the bands of panic tightened against her chest.

With just enough sanity to focus on his voice, she did. She clutched at him, willing her brain to defog. Clawing her way to the surface, pushing back her fears and letting the calm grip of logic take over.

She was breathing fast and shallow, but she wasn’t in pain. That was the first thing she noticed. Nothing hurt. Beside the icy fear eating away at her, there were no negative emotions. In fact, Sean had stopped moving completely, waiting for her. Patiently.

She opened her watery eyes slowly, meeting his vivid green oasis. He remained inside her, motionless, even though he was probably dying to get moving again. She watched him over her and connected to him inside her, giving her time to adjust. She let her hands feel his familiar body, breathed in his scent, let past memories of Sean trickle in to match her current senses and help push away that of him.

Her horror began to fade. The fear receded like an ocean wave.

“I’m sorry,” she didn’t know what else to say. She’d wanted their first time to be perfect. But this time it wasn’t him freaking out. When it really counted, she was the one who did a back flip into crazy-ville.

“Don’t be sorry, baby. We’re in this together. Do you want to stop? Regroup?”

Sean was so patient. So understanding.

Tears came to her eyes unbidden. Sean, seeing them, moved to withdraw.

“No!” she said, clutching his body. “No, please. Let’s keep going. Let’s get back into it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please.”

“Should I go slow? Do you want back on top, maybe?”

“No, I’m fine. Just a moment of panic is all. I’m okay.” She smiled because she was okay. With him, she was okay. She trusted him. Time and time again he proved himself. Even in the height of his freak-outs, he’d always been gentle. She knew that wouldn’t change now.

Jim-will-not-haunt-me-forever!

He started moving slowly, bending to lay his full body on her, kissing her gently. She didn’t want slow right now. On the back of her brain trying to buck, she didn’t want the reminder of him wearing kid gloves. She wanted to sprint into cl**ax. She wanted them to hold hands and jump, sooner rather than later.

Part of her was scared it would happen again.

She spurred him on by constricting her legs and coaxing him with her arms. He never asked if she was sure, just took her not-so-subtle hints and evolved them until she lost herself to him once again. And while she let herself go to the sensations she was feeling, she never let go of the connection with him. She clutched her trust for him tight, reminding herself that she was safe, with him.

As she let herself go, he matched her. The wonderful friction they made blossomed and spiraled outwards until it must have filled the entire room. Her body felt like a live wire, whirling and spitting electric fire as the heat surged and rolled through her.

She gripped his back, arched and moved, goading him on, met his body with hers at a breakneck pace. She wanted to hit home, reach the end of all things and feel the glorious cl**ax tear through her body.

His breathing was labored and his kisses fervent. With her insistent urging, he gave a few hard, final thrusts and Krista’s body shot into ecstasy. She cried out in fierce pleasure, languidly arching her back to push her br**sts into his chest. She gripped his body pushing further into hers with her legs, holding him tight so he couldn’t withdraw, milking the seed that was trapped, but in theory would be working through her body as she held on.

Strange how that was an aphrodisiac. Another first.

They were both floating in a world without words, lost in each other’s grasp. Krista continued to hold on tightly as they slid back down, and felt his wonderful pressure on her as their bodies relaxed together.

In an amount of time that couldn’t be measured, he pushed himself to the side, relieving her of his weight, but still huddled close.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, his voice hoarse.

“Yes. I almost lost it there for a moment, but you pulled me out.”

“I guess now I know what I’m like,” he said, kissing her temple as he hugged her tighter.

“Did I ruin it for you?” she asked, verging on tears.

“It was unbelievable, Krista. On one hand I wish we hadn’t waited so long. On the other, the anticipation made it that much better. Me knowing you like I do made it that much more special.”

“You sound like a chick.” She laughed, then got more serious. “I kind of...jumped the track in the mood.”

“No. You showed me that you are human. You showed me that I am not alone. That I can help you as much as you can help me. And that is more precious to me than--” His voice hitched and wavered. Being a man, and therefore subject to man-code, he stopped talking to get his emotions under control.