and she kissed him.
Chris’ whole body responded immediately. He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her up to him. Closer, tighter. He ran his fingers through her hair and she clutched the front of his shirt. When his tongue traced her lips, she moaned deep in her throat and he loosened his grip, pulled back to see her eyes.
“Jenny?”
She was gazing up at him, her blue eyes unfocused.
“Baby? You doing OK?”
She nodded. “I want to kiss you again.”
“I want you to…”
She didn’t need any more encouragement. She twisted, lifted herself and before he quite knew what was happening, she was in his lap, straddling him. He fought to stay in control as she sank down on him, pushed down on his cock.
Oh, God, man. Don’t scare her now. But holy fuck, she feels good.
Jenny took his face in her hands and kissed him again, wanting to lose herself in Chris. His strength, his heat, his taste. His lips were soft, so soft, but the rest of him was hard, all steel and bulky muscle, and she felt something inside of her respond fiercely to his maleness.
His head was resting on the back of the sofa and he was totally relaxed under her. Sprawled out, loose and gentle. His hands were on her back, running up and down slowly. Soothing her, encouraging her. She felt totally in charge of the situation, safe and even a bit powerful. She was amazed how good it felt to have this huge man under her, his lethal hands touching her tenderly, his whole body hers for the taking and doing.
Time stood still now, as she kissed him again and again. Jenny became bolder, her hands running over the muscles in his chest, her body resting on his more heavily. Chris became more gentle, letting her take the lead more and more, not wanting to take any of the control away from her.
Suddenly, she broke away from him and they stared at each other. She looked stunned and shocked, and he felt a small bubble of fear start in his stomach.
“Sweetheart?” He kept his voice low. “You OK?”
She was frozen on top of him, and that was always a bad sign. Right away, he wrapped his arms around her again, holding her in place. The panic was rising in her now – he could feel it – and her body started to shake.
“Oh, no ,” she said. “No, no. I don’t want to panic…”
But it was too late, and they both knew it. All they could do now was ride out the storm, wait for it to pass. She struggled against his grip, fighting to get away, and he clamped down, trapping her arms between them, holding her as close as he could. He whispered in her ear as she shook and cried, telling her over and over again that he had her, that he was there.
The attack was a bad one, and he was worried when it went on for several minutes longer than the ones she’d had before. But eventually, her gasps and tears slowed and stopped, and Jenny went limp on him. She was silent, totally unmoving, and he pulled back a bit.
She was out cold, and Chris didn’t have the first fucking clue what to do now. Should he carry her up to bed? Should he shift her off his lap on to the sofa? Should he leave her where she was?
In the end, he turned his whole body – slowly, carefully – and stretched out on the sofa, the cushion under his head. Jenny lay on top of him, her cheek pressed in to his broad chest, his arms around her back. He tucked her head under his chin and waited for her to wake up. Time passed, though, and she stayed asleep, and Chris started to feel his own eyes close. He fought it, briefly, but exhaustion washed over him. He drifted off to sleep, the scent of her shining hair overwhelming his senses.
**
Jenny woke up the next morning, feeling like something was very strange. She opened her eyes, blinked at the coffee table right in front of her.
I’m in the living room?
That was when she felt the steady rise and fall of breath under her and she realized that she was lying on top of Chris, and his arms were around her lower back. They were both fully clothed,
Chris’ whole body responded immediately. He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her up to him. Closer, tighter. He ran his fingers through her hair and she clutched the front of his shirt. When his tongue traced her lips, she moaned deep in her throat and he loosened his grip, pulled back to see her eyes.
“Jenny?”
She was gazing up at him, her blue eyes unfocused.
“Baby? You doing OK?”
She nodded. “I want to kiss you again.”
“I want you to…”
She didn’t need any more encouragement. She twisted, lifted herself and before he quite knew what was happening, she was in his lap, straddling him. He fought to stay in control as she sank down on him, pushed down on his cock.
Oh, God, man. Don’t scare her now. But holy fuck, she feels good.
Jenny took his face in her hands and kissed him again, wanting to lose herself in Chris. His strength, his heat, his taste. His lips were soft, so soft, but the rest of him was hard, all steel and bulky muscle, and she felt something inside of her respond fiercely to his maleness.
His head was resting on the back of the sofa and he was totally relaxed under her. Sprawled out, loose and gentle. His hands were on her back, running up and down slowly. Soothing her, encouraging her. She felt totally in charge of the situation, safe and even a bit powerful. She was amazed how good it felt to have this huge man under her, his lethal hands touching her tenderly, his whole body hers for the taking and doing.
Time stood still now, as she kissed him again and again. Jenny became bolder, her hands running over the muscles in his chest, her body resting on his more heavily. Chris became more gentle, letting her take the lead more and more, not wanting to take any of the control away from her.
Suddenly, she broke away from him and they stared at each other. She looked stunned and shocked, and he felt a small bubble of fear start in his stomach.
“Sweetheart?” He kept his voice low. “You OK?”
She was frozen on top of him, and that was always a bad sign. Right away, he wrapped his arms around her again, holding her in place. The panic was rising in her now – he could feel it – and her body started to shake.
“Oh, no ,” she said. “No, no. I don’t want to panic…”
But it was too late, and they both knew it. All they could do now was ride out the storm, wait for it to pass. She struggled against his grip, fighting to get away, and he clamped down, trapping her arms between them, holding her as close as he could. He whispered in her ear as she shook and cried, telling her over and over again that he had her, that he was there.
The attack was a bad one, and he was worried when it went on for several minutes longer than the ones she’d had before. But eventually, her gasps and tears slowed and stopped, and Jenny went limp on him. She was silent, totally unmoving, and he pulled back a bit.
She was out cold, and Chris didn’t have the first fucking clue what to do now. Should he carry her up to bed? Should he shift her off his lap on to the sofa? Should he leave her where she was?
In the end, he turned his whole body – slowly, carefully – and stretched out on the sofa, the cushion under his head. Jenny lay on top of him, her cheek pressed in to his broad chest, his arms around her back. He tucked her head under his chin and waited for her to wake up. Time passed, though, and she stayed asleep, and Chris started to feel his own eyes close. He fought it, briefly, but exhaustion washed over him. He drifted off to sleep, the scent of her shining hair overwhelming his senses.
**
Jenny woke up the next morning, feeling like something was very strange. She opened her eyes, blinked at the coffee table right in front of her.
I’m in the living room?
That was when she felt the steady rise and fall of breath under her and she realized that she was lying on top of Chris, and his arms were around her lower back. They were both fully clothed,
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