N. Walters - Finding Chrissten

“Take off your jeans. I want to see you.” Chrissten scooted back and waited. Hank didn’t disappoint her. He stood and quickly shucked his footwear and socks. When he pulled off his jeans he took his underwear with them. Naked, he stood before her.

His cock was large and thick. The tip was flared and damp and, as she watched, a bead of liquid seeped from the tip. Chrissten didn’t think. She simply reacted. Hank was standing by the bed and she moved forward, reached out and touched him.

His skin radiated warmth against her hand. She ran one finger from the base to the tip and back down again. He was so hard, but the outside of his erection was so soft. He groaned and fisted his hands by his sides.

Chrissten stilled. Was he angry? She glanced up and found him staring at her, his eyes aglow with lust. A bolt of fear shot through her and she pulled her hand back.

“It’s okay,” he promised her. “I will never hurt you, Chrissten. Touch me.”

She reached out slowly and wrapped her fingers around him. He pulsed against her palm, so hot and alive. He groaned and thrust his hips forward, pushing him deeper into her hand.

“I love the way your fingers feel wrapped around my dick.” He brushed his hand lightly over her head before letting it fall back by his side. Again, she was struck by the fact he wasn’t holding her, was giving her plenty of space.

Courage filled her. She could do this.

The heavy sac between his legs was lightly furred and looked heavy. She cupped it in her hands and as rewarded with another groan. She hadn’t touched Brian in any way other than to fight him. He’d always restrained her. But with Hank she was free to touch and explore as much as she wanted.

And she wanted to very much.

Another bead of liquid seeped from the slit at the top of his cock, and she leaned forward and licked it off. The salty, tangy flavor exploded on her tongue. She swallowed and decided she liked it very much.

“Fuck.”

Her gaze flew upward. Hank’s head was tilted back, his jaw clenched as though he was in pain. She didn’t want that.

Chrissten lay back on the bed and patted the covers next to her. She could do this. She could let him make love to her.

Once again, Hank surprised her. He reached for her panties and dragged them down her legs and off. She had to fight the urge to cover herself. But Hank had made himself vulnerable to her. It was only fair for her to do the same in return.

She was surprised when he ignored his prominent hard-on and knelt between her thighs. He ran his hands up the insides of her legs, tracing the crease at the top, making goose bumps race down her skin. Her pussy felt damp and hot. Her core was pulsing with growing need in spite of the frisson of fear that went through her.

Hank was big and strong. It would be easy for him to hold her down, to force her, to hurt her.

She whimpered, uncertain if she had enough courage to continue. Hank cupped her ass in his hands and brought her sex to his mouth. “Shh,” he crooned. “I won’t hurt you. Let me make you feel good.” He lapped at her labia, tracing the wet folds with his tongue.

Fear was transmuted to passion in a heartbeat. Chrissten gripped the sheets beneath her, needing an anchor in the sensual storm he created within her. He sucked at her tender flesh, ran his tongue over and around her distended clitoris. He drove his tongue into her slit, lapping at the cream that slipped from her core.

The sounds that came from her throat were unlike any she’d ever made in her life. Chrissten didn’t know herself. One minute it was too much and she wanted to push him away and the next she wanted to pull him closer and tell him to never stop.

Her legs were spread wide and Hank’s head was buried between them. She was out of control and didn’t care. Her orgasm was building quickly. Her skin felt electric, as though sparks were skittering over it, ready to ignite.

He inserted one long, thick finger into her channel and sucked on her clit at the same time. Chrissten’s entire body splintered, breaking into a million pieces before reforming again. She cried out Hank’s name and arched her hips against his mouth.

He kept licking and sucking, drawing out her orgasm until she was totally spent. He carefully lowered her hips to the bed, wiped his chin with the back of his hand and smiled.

Chrissten groaned and closed her eyes. He looked entirely too pleased with himself. And why shouldn’t he? He was magnificent.

The bed jostled and her eyes shot open. Hank lay beside her, hands stacked behind his head. He gave the appearance of a totally relaxed male. Which was impossible. His cock was still hard as steel. He hadn’t come. Once again, he’d given her an orgasm and she’d given him nothing.

She rolled onto her side and faced him. “We can…you know.” God, she sounded totally stupid. “We can have sex. If you want.” And she should shut up now.

Hank wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and dragged her close enough for a torrid kiss. His mouth claimed hers, his tongue doing all sorts of wonderful things that sent tingles shooting through her entire body.

“If you want me, take me,” he told her when he pulled away from the kiss. He reached down and took his erection in his hand and pumped up and down several times. It was fascinating and incredibly arousing to watch his large hand stroke his cock. “It won’t take long for me to come. I want to be inside you. To have the walls of your pussy close around my dick, squeezing me tight.”

Her core clenched in response. She wanted that too.

“I know that you’re mated, but I don’t care.”

Chrissten hated that fact. Wished she could go back in time and change her actions that fateful day she was kidnapped. But if she did, she would never have met Hank. “You can smell him on me, can’t you?” Brian’s scent never left her skin no matter how much she scrubbed. It was embedded in her skin, fused to her DNA.

“Yes.” Hank’s eyes were solemn, his lips pulled into a thin line. “I won’t lie to you. This situation is rare. You shouldn’t be attracted to me and I shouldn’t want you more than my next breath. But I do.” He touched her bottom lip gently, making it tingle before letting his hand fall away again. “I don’t fucking care about Brian or about what the others might think. All I care about is you.”

“Hank.” She didn’t know what to say. His words made her heart ache and her body heat.

“I want you to take me, Chrissten. You’re in charge. Go as fast or as slow as you want. Take as much or as little of me as you want.” He gave a self-deprecating grin. “Although, personally, I hope you take a lot and take it fast.”

She laughed. It shocked her. The last thing she’d expected to do in front of a naked male was laugh. But Hank was unlike any man she’d ever met. He put her needs first. Always.

“I’m here for you, Chrissten.” She sensed the double meaning in his words but chose to focus on the physical aspect of the situation. She couldn’t think about the emotional ramifications. Not now.

She pushed herself up and threw one leg over his thighs until she was straddling him. She gripped his cock in her hands, shifting position until she was right over it. She took a deep breath, fit the thick head to the opening of her channel and slowly began to sit.

Hank didn’t know how he kept from coming. Chrissten was magnificent. Naked and proud, he knew she was fighting her fears. He couldn’t imagine how much courage it took to make herself vulnerable to him, to even attempt to make love after the brutality she’d faced at the hands of another male.

He could still taste her on his lips. He was addicted to her essence. Knew he would never tire of it, of her. The long tail of her braid hung over her shoulder, brushing against the side of one of her breasts. They were firm, the tips red and puckered from his earlier attention.