Page 37 of Save Me
“Shh,” he said softly. “We’re just going to head into the bedroom. I’d hate for Emma to wake and find us on the sofa,” he said next to her ear.
“Mkay,” she said and then yawned.
When Brock laid her down on the bed, she turned over, and a few seconds later she felt him climb in behind her and snuggle up against her back.
“Carl wasn’t a snuggler,” she said, not fully awake.
“No?” Brock asked. “Reagan hated it. She claimed I was always too warm.”
“I like it.” She sighed and scooted her butt up against him. She smiled when she felt him grow hard against her hip. “Now I really like it.”
He chuckled. “Careful,” he warned. “We might not get any sleep tonight if you keep that up.”
“We can always take a nap tomorrow,” she said and wiggled again.
She felt so good. So… sexual. Again. Finally, sex wasn’t something she feared. She’d taken it back. Made it hers to enjoy once more.
The fear of the act had built in her head over the past two years of her celibacy. Having her last encounters be so scary, so full of fear, had done a number on her psyche. Tonight, she’d taken back that part of her life and it was all thanks to Brock.
Rolling over, she shifted until she sat over him. Feeling free of the burden, she rained tiny kisses over his face. She paused over his lips and kissed him as she grinded against his hardness. His hands moved up to her hair, holding her mouth against his for a moment.
Then she was trailing her mouth down his neck, slowly moving her way down his hard chest. She enjoyed sucking his flat nipples until they puckered for her. Then she moved on down that hard six-pack, ran over his bellybutton, and finally shifted down to rest between his thighs.
“Crissy?” Her name came out as a warning as she trailed the tip of her tongue over the head of his dick, which jumped at her slight touch.
Giggling, she wrapped her fingers around him and held him still as she enjoyed the taste of him. “I want to lap you up, like you did me. I want to taste you on my lips when I wake,” she said just before she took him into her mouth.
His fingers tightened in her hair as he growled her name. She felt him growing harder in her mouth and was enjoying pleasing him for a moment. But then he sat up and his hands moved under her armpits as he hauled her back up to him. He nudged her legs aside and reached for a condom. He slid it on and then positioned her over him again.
“Ride me,” he said, his eyes locked on her.
Smiling, she moved up to her knees. She lay her palms flat on his chest and held herself over him while he positioned his dick just outside her.
“Do it,” he said, moving his hands aside.
When she slid down on him slowly, a tear of happiness slipped from her eyes. For the first time in two years, she finally felt completely free.
“Are you okay?” Brock asked her moments later when he pulled her against his chest tightly as their bodies cooled.
“Yes,” she said with a smile. “You?”
“Perfect.” He was quiet for a moment. “You were crying.”
“Happy tears,” she assured him. “I finally feel free.” She shifted to look at him. “Part of me was still locked up in that container.” She leaned down and kissed him. “You helped free it.”
He lifted his hand and cupped her face. “You’re so beautiful and amazing.” He pulled her back down for another kiss.
She fell asleep wrapped in the arms of a man and, for the first time in two years, had only happy dreams.
The following day was yet again a perfect one. They woke and had breakfast together, then after she dropped Emma off next door, she rushed around and cleaned the rental while the guests were out at the beach for the day. Brock installed two new cameras and did a huge chunk of the items off her Crazy List.
Since they had the place to themselves for lunch, they spent it by the pool and playing in the water.
When Emma went down for a nap, she and Brock returned outside to enjoy some lazy time in the water.
She hadn’t expected it when he pulled her up close against him and started running his hands under her swimsuit. It was so easy to be with him.
So easy to lie back in the cool water and let him please her. To please him. Even though she knew she was pouring more of her feelings into her kisses, she kept denying that she’d fallen for him. Fallen hard.
