Overcoming Fear (Growing Pains #2)(60)

He flipped her on her back. Instead of putting his whole body between her legs, he only put one large, hard thigh. It still felt playful so she allowed herself to relax.

She sighed with that thigh. Talking was no fun when there was a Sean-sized playground so near.

“I am so ridiculously wet it is ridiculous.”

“That is a lot of ridiculous, all right,” he laughed and kissed her.

She rubbed his back and moved her body to feel his leg against her sex. She rubbed her erect ni**les against his chest.

“I want to come,” she said boldly.

“Your wish is my command, oh holy virgin,” Sean said as he began moving over her, rubbing, kissing her and stroking her body with this hands. In turn, she stroked his with hers as well, and soon they were rocking together.

Krista desperately wanted him to move her panties and enter her. Desperately. But she kept a lid on those intentions. Instead she just enjoyed the feeling of his body. The safety of the little they were doing.

Soon she was arching herself against him, straining against his leg and squeezing with her thighs. She was getting close, he was breathing raggedly, his movements fluid and silky, his thrusts well placed and well received.

“Oh Krista,” he breathed into her ear.

She didn’t dare say anything back because she didn’t trust herself with what command she might give.

He moved a hand down around her butt, staying over the panties. With his fingers he rubbed the parts that his thigh couldn’t reach. In reciprocation she made sure her thigh was hitting him where he needed it most.

As they were nearing completion Krista was moaning like a banshee. She arched further back, so close, straining into him.

“Are you there?” he asked, clearly holding back on so they could enter the great crescendo together.

“Oh God, almost. I just need... don’t know...need something…”

She just couldn’t get enough friction. “Go ahead,” she breathed, preparing to enter fake orgasm mode so he would enjoy himself even though she couldn’t get there with him. It wouldn’t be the first time.

He moved his fingers from rubbing outside of the fabric, to slipping them under, putting his fingers directly on her clit.

“Christ, you are wet,” he breathed hoarsely, his movements becoming harder and more desirous.

She grunted in response and moved herself to take full advantage of this direct contact.

“Okay, okay, now!” she cried as she hit the height of pleasure and rode the wave in delight.

Sean was right there with her, giving a spasm of release. He shifted so he was finishing between her legs, his fingers dipping inside her. She moaned again and squeezed him with her thighs before she relaxed into the aftermath.

He sighed, took his fingers from her, and let his body go limp. He moved to get off of her, but before he did he bent his head to her for a long, slow kiss. Then he got up, searched in his drawer for a second, and put on some different boxers.

“Messed yourself, did you?” Krista asked sleepily.

He gave a lopsided smirk, and eyed her br**sts. He made a sound like “Hmm,” shook his head, and she heard a muttered “gorgeous” before he turned toward the light to flick it off. She smiled at the appreciation.

“Don’t let it go to your head, Marshall,” he said, crawling in bed beside her and pushing his warm body up beside hers.

“Was that okay? What we did? Did we go too far?” she asked with her head on his chest.

“Almost. But you pulled me out. I lost balance there for a minute, but you pulled me back out.”

“Yeah, there was that, but I meant at the end.”

“Oh no, at the end was fine. I might slip in a little more...touching, in future.”

“Says you,” Krista said in mock disdain.

He chuckled and kissed her forehead.

“Thanks, though,” she said.

“For what?”

“For the little extra bump at the end.”

“I cheated. But it was necessary, I thought.”

“No arguing there.”

They lapsed into silence. It was a green light for Krista to drift off to sleep.

“Krista?”

“Hmmmm?”

“About what I said--”

She knew he was talking about the “L” word.

“Anything said in the heat of passion doesn’t count,” she interrupted. “That’s why people aren’t embarrassed to talk dirty.”

“You strike me as the kind of girl embarrassed to talk dirty any time,” he said with a laugh.

She counted her blessings that they just sidestepped that ”L” bomb, even though he was incorrect in his assumption.

“But I am willing to work on it. Maybe,” she said sleepily.

“Maybe, huh?” he laughed again, snuggled closer, and passed into silence, and then sleep.

Chapter Seventeen

Sean woke Krista with light kisses trailing down her neck.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he said into her ear.

“Hmmmmmph.”

He laughed and squeezed her, “Forgot, not a morning person. Did you sleep okay?”

She yawned and stretched, ignoring him for a minute. She dug her face into the pillow for a second, stretched again, and then paused.

Without warning she looked back over her shoulder, meeting his gaze.