Overcoming Fear (Growing Pains #2)(57)

“You aren’t so bad yourself,” Krista said with a satisfied smirk.

“What accent are you trying for?” he said as he lowered himself next to her.

“If you knew anything, you would know that that is a great interpretation of a 1950s woman. Or maybe ‘60s, depending on how forward thinking she was.”

“Interpretation, yes. Good word.”

He bent his head slowly to her chest. She laid back and closed her eyes, wondering what he would do next. This never-ending foreplay wasn’t so bad.

“Touch me more, Sean,” she said as she arched her body up to connect with his.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he said with a smile right before his mouth took in her budded nipple. A flash of pleasure pierced her body as that clever mouth sucked and teased. Equally clever fingers traced the outline of her panties where they hugged her inner thigh. She spread her legs frantically.

“We have all night, baby mine, no need to rush,” Sean said as he moved to the other nipple.

Krista took it back, the never-ending foreplay was driving her mad. Time to take the upper hand. But casually so. No need to go embarrassing anyone again.

Krista pushed Sean away from her and climbed off the bed, tired of this easy-does-it song and dance. She wanted some action. She wanted some combat. She wanted to come again, damn it!

She rolled off of the bed and stripped off her dress with a no-nonsense attitude. She flung her hair out of her face in a flourish, and looked at Sean laying on the bed amid the rumpled sheets and pillows. His hard-on was at seventy-five percent mast, which meant he was playing God. It meant she wasn’t doing the job on him that he was doing on her. She couldn’t have that—what would the girls think of her?

Chapter Sixteen

All business, Krista climbed back onto the bed and surveyed the demi-god before her. He was looking at her in confusion, a smile never far from his face. One hand was under his head and the other on his chest, waiting for her to make her way back. He was relaxed and calm, confident as always. Also self-assured. He was having fun with all this, stroking his ego with how hard she begged. So far he was the one with all the rules and all the control.

Well, that was just about to change. She was tired of being the one under the man’s thumb. She was tired to accepting someone else’s lead. Too bad Sean got Jim’s leftovers, but he’d appreciate it in the end, she’d make sure of it.

She started soft, like he’d done with her. She was building a false sense of safety for him; he was always too calm. He was always too level-headed. A slow buildup was probably a safety net for him. She would play to that at first, get him fully hard, get him comfortably excited, then flip the switch.

She slowly lowered her body onto him, bringing her legs to either side. She kissed his lips, not letting him deepen the kiss. She nibbled his ear and licked down his neck. Ever so softly she spun her hips, barely grazing his cock, making everything relaxed and unhurried. She felt it stiffen in response, poking up at her through his boxers. Not able to resist, she positioned her body so his blunt tip prodded at her cavern, the fabric acting like a stopper. It felt so good Krista whimpered, barely hanging on to the control she was supposed to have. If she didn’t get her plan into action soon, Sean would have to take over again. Slow might be safe and comfortable for him, but it drove her mad.

Needing to shift gears and get down to business, Krista pushed down a little harder, his tip pushing at her opening, her hands shaking, wanting to clear the way, Sean’s hands squeezing her thighs for the same reason. Krista put her face to Sean’s, lightly kissed him, then slid her teeth along his neck.

Sean sucked in a deep breath and gripped her legs harder.

Keeping the pace, Krista backed off in a rush, tearing his hands away, grabbing for his opened pants and yanking them down. She was rough with it, rubbing the fabric against his now-prominent erection. She gave small but forceful tugs, scraping jean against soft skin.

His control visibly vanished. One second St. Sean. The next, Dirty Guy.

Sean reached around her and slipped his hand down the backside of her panties, letting his middle finger feel along her slit. If he’d had any control leftover from her admissions, feeling how wet she was would’ve eaten through it like acid.

Krista moaned loudly, backing up into those glorious fingers. They got deeper, more insistent, but not quite there. He couldn’t reach.

She moved up his body, allowing more slack in his arm, allowing more license for those tricky fingers. She got to his waist and kneeled, his two fingers sliding deeply into her, banging her with his hand. His other hand was reaching for a breast

Sean’s hand went from breast to shoulder, gently pushing her down his body, into position for his penis to take over for his fingers. She let him, sliding her wetness along his shaft, angling down, ready to accept him inside—then swearing to herself. She’d done it yet again.

Near frustrated tears, Krista dragged herself out of a glorious fog of pleasure, and regretfully pulled his hand out of her under-roos.

“Behave,” she said into his mouth as she climbed off.

As the air flash froze her ni**les, she returned to yanking his jeans off. Sean was wild. He was beyond panting and blustering. He was reaching for her, wanting her, wanting to have all of her. He was consumed and lost, needing completion like a drowning man needed a log.

Krista wanted to give in, but she was supposed to be in control here. She was supposed to be a virgin. She gave him her word.