She wanted this, but it didn’t stop the nerves.
Forrest adjusted her thighs, pushing her legs apart. The first touch of his finger over her wet pussy left Chrissie gasping.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. I…”
Chrissie watched as Forrest tended to her body. His thumb brushed over her clit, which tended Chrissie’s inner muscles. Now that felt better than when she tended to herself.
Then Forrest was tugging her closer until her backside was on the edge of the bed. A second later, his face was between her legs, his tongue lapping at her clit. Chrissie fell onto the bed with a moan. Fuck, that felt amazing. She certainly knew how to treat her own body, but Forrest seemed to have found her spot without her having to tell him.
Either that, or her body was so wound tight waiting for this that anything was going to set her off.
She started when Forrest eased a finger inside her, and the invasion took a moment to get used to. Then everything melted away, and Chrissie was moaning louder than she expected.
She felt Forrest chuckle against her clit, and she looked down to see him lift his head.
“Sounds like you’re enjoying this.”
“What can I say? You certainly know what I want.” Chrissie found herself grinning. “Although your finger isn’t as big as my vibrator. You’re going to have to do a bit more than that if you want to get me off.”
Forrest groaned.
“Please, God, I want to see you do that.”
Then he was attacking her pussy with gusto. Chrissie stared at the ceiling as the room started spinning, mindlessly grabbing at his head and guiding him to where she wanted him. He added another finger, and it made her body clamp down on him. When he groaned, it went right through Chrissie’s body.
When her orgasm broke apart, it just rippled through her body until she was uncontrollably shaking. Chrissie’s chest tightened, and she forgot how to breathe. Then she was gasping air into her lungs, flopping onto the bed as pleasure kept causing havoc in her body. Already, she was feeling like she couldn’t move.
Forrest pulled away before Chrissie could grasp onto anything, and she watched as he went to the bedside cabinet, reaching into the bottom drawer. She blinked when she realized what he was bringing out.
“You have an unopened box of condoms? Sounds a bit like fate.”
“Daniel got them for me as a joke Christmas present.” Forrest made a face as he took off the cellophane. “He thinks I need them, just in case I finally decide to sleep with someone.”
“When…” Chrissie hesitated. “When was the last time?”
“More than two years ago.” Forrest glanced at her. “Before you walked back into my life.”
Before Chrissie could process that, he had a condom out and was rolling it down his hard length. Then he was spinning her around and crawling up her body, kissing her soundly. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, and Chrissie loved the friction. She ran her hands over his arms, his shoulders, and it felt almost natural to wrap her legs around his waist, practically clinging onto him.
His cock brushed against her entrance, and Forrest pulled back to look at her, his breath coming out in pants as he pushed up onto his hands.
“This might be a little uncomfortable, but it’ll be worth it.”
“Just stop talking, Forrest.” Chrissie tried to tug him back down. “Please, just…”
She broke off with a gasp as Forrest pressed into her with one fluid stroke. For a moment, the pain flashed, and Chrissie felt a slight panic. Then it faded, and she was possessed by a feeling of fullness. Forrest was now breathing heavily as he drew his hips back and thrust again. This time, the pleasure was replacing the pain, and Chrissie couldn’t begin to describe how incredible the sensations were rippling up and down her body. Fuck, she never thought it would be this amazing.
Forrest lowered himself onto his elbows, kissing her as he rocked into her. He was sweet and attentive, rolling his hips and hitting part of her that made Chrissie shake. Her legs tightened around his waist, and her hips lifted to meet his.
“Fuck, Chrissie,” Forrest panted, burying his face in her neck. “You feel like heaven. Just so…fuck…”
He shifted his hips, and the angle changed slightly, and it left Chrissie gasping. She clutched onto him, biting onto his shoulder.
“Forrest, I…I need…”
“What do you need, Chrissie?” Forrest eased the thrusting, lifting his head to stare at her. “Tell me.”