“I need more.”Say it.“Fuck me.”
Something flashed in his eyes. A second later, Forrest was shifting off his arms, moving onto his knees and gripping her hips. Then he started fucking her with a pace that momentarily left Chrissie breathless, keeping her still as he pounded into her, their bodies slapping together. Chrissie couldn’t do much except grip onto the bed, feeling goosebumps across her body and the tightening building in her belly. Wow, this was not what she expected.
She didn’t want it to stop.
Then Forrest’s fingers were on her clit, and her orgasm washed over her again. Chrissie sure she was screaming Forrest’s name as she thrashed onto the bed. It was more intense than the last time. She was sure she had just gone blind, her body bowing off the bed before she fell back.
Forrest’s fingers were digging hard into her hips, and his thrusts were getting fiercer. Through her haze, Chrissie could see the wash of emotions passing across his face, his eyes closed with his head tilting back. That was probably the most beautiful look she had ever seen on his face.
Then he was shuddering hard with his own climax, and he slumped over her body, trying to prop himself up before he fell onto her. Chrissie reached for him and tugged him down, the feel of his body suddenly landing on her making Chrissie gasp.
“Shit!” Forrest tried to get up. “Are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” Chrissie wheezed. She started kissing his neck. “I just wanted to be close to you.”
“I can tell.” Forrest nuzzled her cheek. “I’m sorry if I was a bit too much for you. I didn’t want to hurt you…”
“I don’t care. I asked, you gave.” Chrissie smiled. “And, boy, you gave.”
“And once I’ve got my breath back. I can give you more.”
Chrissie really liked the sound of that.
* * *
Forrest rolled over, reaching for Chrissie to tug into his arms. But he only caught hold of air.
He rubbed his eyes and opened them, and saw the empty bed.
Sitting up, Forrest listened. There didn’t seem to be any sign that someone was moving around in the house, and Chrissie’s clothes were missing.
Oh, shit. Did this mean…?
Scrambling out of bed, Forrest tugged on some sweatpants and left the room. He padded downstairs and went through the house. There was no sign of Chrissie. She wasn’t in the kitchen or the living room, and the bathrooms were empty.
Had Chrissie left the house without telling him? But that didn’t make any sense. Chrissie was the one who wanted this, and she had been so sure about it.
Crap. Had he scared her enough that she had run away.
Hurrying back upstairs, Forrest found his cell phone and sent a message to Chrissie’s number.
Hey, I’ve just woken up. Where are you?
Nothing. He saw the moment the message was read, but there was no answer. Was Chrissie ignoring him?
What had he done wrong? Had he been too intense with her? He had let Chrissie lead everything in the bedroom, showing him what she wanted. And she had been enjoying it. Forrest couldn’t begin to think of a point where she was backing out. If anything, she was the enthusiastic one.
So why had she suddenly vanished?
Still nothing from Chrissie. Forrest tried again.
Chrissie. Talk to me. What happened?
God, he should have guessed this was going to be hell in the aftermath. Pleasure in the moment wasn’t going to be worth it if everything afterwards was awful. Forrest felt like a cad.
Whatever he did wrong, he could only hope Chrissie gave him an explanation.
Someone started banging loudly on the door. Forrest groaned. Great, just what he needed. He headed downstairs, the banging getting more insistent until he was sure that the door was shaking off the hinges.