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was delicate, gentle, her touch light as breaths. He fought to keep his hands on the sofa, but it was hell. All he wanted to do was pull her close.
Jenny couldn’t believe how it felt to touch Chris. His skin was smooth, his stubble was rough, and she imagined how it would feel to have those two opposing sensations on her skin, on her lips. She thought it would feel good.
Now she traced his full mouth, felt his warm breath against her fingers. His lips were slightly parted, and she slipped her index finger between them. His eyes opened now and she stared at the smoky gray heat in them. Something in her responded, and without even a thought about what she was doing, she pushed her finger in to his mouth, withdrew it, pushed it in again.
Chris almost groaned. He longed to suck on her finger, and he struggled to stop himself from doing it. He stayed still, his huge body tense.
Jenny felt heat moving through her body. It wasn’t fear or panic, though; this was a sticky heat, a slow, languid wave. It pulsed in her ears, and made her stomach tighten and curl. She was shocked to remember what this was.
Oh, my God. This is arousal . I’m turned on.
“Chris.” Her voice was hoarse.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Is this OK?”
“For me it is. You?”
She nodded. “Can you… suck on my finger?”
He closed his eyes again, feeling his cock harden immediately.
OK, stay calm. Careful now. Don’t scare her.
Gently, he closed his lips around her fingertip, his tongue pressing against it slightly. She jolted but didn’t pull back. He parted his lips, released her finger, then sucked it back in again. His tongue darted out, circled her finger. She gasped.
“Oh, God,” she said. “That feels so good.” She picked up his hand and placed it on her cheek again. “Touch me.”
He stroked her cheek and sucked on her finger, his eyes holding hers. Her face was alight with pleasure and he felt emotion well up in his chest. She trusted him, and he was moved and amazed at her surrender to him.
She’s so fucking beautiful. So sweet .
Jenny felt breathless, in a good way for a change. Her body wanted to move closer to Chris’, but she held back, knowing that it was too soon. Instead, she stayed where she was, enjoying his touch. God, his hand was so tender – she couldn’t understand how those huge hands could touch her the way that they did. And his lips were perfect: warm and soft, teasing her and tantalizing her.
I wonder what it would be like to kiss those lips? To be wrapped in those arms?
That was when things changed. Chris knew it before she did – he saw it flash across her face – and he immediately dropped his hand. She yanked her finger out of his mouth and shoved herself back, away from him. He grasped her hands in his and held her in place.
“Jenny. It’s OK, you’re OK.” His voice was low and gentle. “I’ve got you, and I’m not going to let go.”
The panic attack hit then, hard. Her body shook wildly and tears streamed down her cheeks as she sobbed, trying to twist away from him. He held her tightly, and she fought him, everything in her wanting to get away, off the sofa, up the stairs, behind the locked bedroom door. She panted, unable to get anywhere near enough air.
OK, man. Just make her feel safe. Just show her that you’re not going to hurt her. That’s all you can do; that’s what she needs the most right now .
“Sweetheart, it’s me. You’re safe. Right here, baby. I’m right here.” Over and over again, he murmured comforting words, trying to stay calm himself as she gasped for breath and fell to pieces right in front of him.
Minutes passed and her head started to ache from the lack of oxygen. Her chest hurt, her throat hurt. She hated this, hated being so afraid of a man’s touch, especially this man. But slowly, she regained control: her breath slowed, her shaking stopped. And when she came back to herself, she felt her hands in Chris’ and she almost started crying again at
Jenny couldn’t believe how it felt to touch Chris. His skin was smooth, his stubble was rough, and she imagined how it would feel to have those two opposing sensations on her skin, on her lips. She thought it would feel good.
Now she traced his full mouth, felt his warm breath against her fingers. His lips were slightly parted, and she slipped her index finger between them. His eyes opened now and she stared at the smoky gray heat in them. Something in her responded, and without even a thought about what she was doing, she pushed her finger in to his mouth, withdrew it, pushed it in again.
Chris almost groaned. He longed to suck on her finger, and he struggled to stop himself from doing it. He stayed still, his huge body tense.
Jenny felt heat moving through her body. It wasn’t fear or panic, though; this was a sticky heat, a slow, languid wave. It pulsed in her ears, and made her stomach tighten and curl. She was shocked to remember what this was.
Oh, my God. This is arousal . I’m turned on.
“Chris.” Her voice was hoarse.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Is this OK?”
“For me it is. You?”
She nodded. “Can you… suck on my finger?”
He closed his eyes again, feeling his cock harden immediately.
OK, stay calm. Careful now. Don’t scare her.
Gently, he closed his lips around her fingertip, his tongue pressing against it slightly. She jolted but didn’t pull back. He parted his lips, released her finger, then sucked it back in again. His tongue darted out, circled her finger. She gasped.
“Oh, God,” she said. “That feels so good.” She picked up his hand and placed it on her cheek again. “Touch me.”
He stroked her cheek and sucked on her finger, his eyes holding hers. Her face was alight with pleasure and he felt emotion well up in his chest. She trusted him, and he was moved and amazed at her surrender to him.
She’s so fucking beautiful. So sweet .
Jenny felt breathless, in a good way for a change. Her body wanted to move closer to Chris’, but she held back, knowing that it was too soon. Instead, she stayed where she was, enjoying his touch. God, his hand was so tender – she couldn’t understand how those huge hands could touch her the way that they did. And his lips were perfect: warm and soft, teasing her and tantalizing her.
I wonder what it would be like to kiss those lips? To be wrapped in those arms?
That was when things changed. Chris knew it before she did – he saw it flash across her face – and he immediately dropped his hand. She yanked her finger out of his mouth and shoved herself back, away from him. He grasped her hands in his and held her in place.
“Jenny. It’s OK, you’re OK.” His voice was low and gentle. “I’ve got you, and I’m not going to let go.”
The panic attack hit then, hard. Her body shook wildly and tears streamed down her cheeks as she sobbed, trying to twist away from him. He held her tightly, and she fought him, everything in her wanting to get away, off the sofa, up the stairs, behind the locked bedroom door. She panted, unable to get anywhere near enough air.
OK, man. Just make her feel safe. Just show her that you’re not going to hurt her. That’s all you can do; that’s what she needs the most right now .
“Sweetheart, it’s me. You’re safe. Right here, baby. I’m right here.” Over and over again, he murmured comforting words, trying to stay calm himself as she gasped for breath and fell to pieces right in front of him.
Minutes passed and her head started to ache from the lack of oxygen. Her chest hurt, her throat hurt. She hated this, hated being so afraid of a man’s touch, especially this man. But slowly, she regained control: her breath slowed, her shaking stopped. And when she came back to herself, she felt her hands in Chris’ and she almost started crying again at
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