Right Kind of Wrong(87)

I push two fingers back into her core, where she pulses around me, and another satisfying whimper leaves her mouth. My need for release claws at my every muscle.

“Total control?” I whisper, sucking on her earlobe.

She nods desperately, a gasp leaving her mouth as I withdraw my fingers from her tightness.

Pulling back, I yank her up onto her knees and elbows so her beautiful ass is bent over before me. Her inner thighs glisten with her arousal, driving me wild as I scramble to pull a condom from my discarded jeans and roll it on.

Without my hands on her, Jenna arches her back, presenting herself to me more fully and my pulse hammers. Positioning myself behind her, I grab her hips again and she looks over her shoulder at me. Considering that, by her own admission, she’s never had sex in this position, I expect to see nervousness or hesitation in her eyes, but instead there is only lust and desire. I slide my hard erection into the warm, tight grip of her core and let out a groan as her flesh wraps around me like a tight fist.

Jenna moans loudly, an animalistic sound, as I fill her completely and it’s all I can do not to moan as well. As I pull out, she arches her back in wanting, crying out as I thrust back into her. Gripping her left hip, I slide my other hand up her back and around to her right breast, cupping it in my hand as I pump in and out of her hot body. Running my thumb over her nipple, I glide my hand down her belly to the warmth below and slip a finger over and around her clit until she climaxes again. The tiny muscles of her core tighten and pulse, drawing pleasure from me as pressure builds from her orgasm.

Not yet wanting to finish, I slide out of her heavenly body. More arousal spills from her core and down her thighs and the sight makes me want to pound into her again and again until I’m fully satisfied. But then I see her face, eyes closed and tilted back in bliss, and I remember what my mission is here.

I turn Jenna over, so she’s on her back, and gently spread her legs to accommodate my large body between them as I crawl on top of her and turn off the lamp on the nightstand.

The only light now is the moonlight from the window, making the room feel quieter, kinder, and Jenna’s eyes snap open to see me on my elbows above her open body.

Still out of breath from her orgasm, she stares up at me with questions in her eyes. My only answer is to bend down and softly kiss her lips as I run a hand up her leg, where her knees are bent and her thighs are open for me. She kisses me back with breathless desire, liquid in my arms, pleased and willing, sated and safe.

I set my still-wanting erection at her entrance and gently push into her as I trace my fingers up her breasts and to her cheek. Cupping her face, I softly pump in and out of her as we kiss. She whimpers into my mouth as our bodies dance against one another until I feel something hot run down my hand.

Pulling back just barely, I see a tear escaping her closed eyelids and I brush it away with my thumb. This girl. So full of passion and fight that she can’t contain her love for me. Not like this. Not when she feels my love in return. It kills her to fall apart with me, but she can’t help it, and it’s this single tear running over my thumb that is the truth.

She chose sex over truth, but truth won. Truth always wins.

“Jenna,” I say quietly. “Do you want me to stop?”

She opens her eyes and another tear falls as she shakes her head. “No. Never.”

I slowly continue moving in and out of her, kissing her cheeks and forehead and collarbone. “I love you.”

She nods as more tears fall down her cheeks. “I know.” She moans as I thrust into her again and she arches her back. Her tears dry up as another orgasm ripples through her and her thighs begin to tremble.

Hammering in and out of her tight body, I draw my own release as I climax inside her hot, wet core and we’re swept away in a whirlwind of blinding pleasure. When my heart begins to pound less violently, I lean down and roll Jenna into my arms as we lie beside each other.

She sniffs and wipes her cheek. “I’m sorry I’m so weak.”

My heart clenches at her words.

“Jenna,” I quietly say, “love isn’t a weakness. It’s the strongest part of the heart. It’s the part that tells you that being with someone else makes you better.” I run a hand over her hip. “And whether you like it or not, you are in love with me, and I know it.”

I hear a hitch in her breath, a hesitation, and I kiss her shoulder.

“You don’t have to say it,” I say, “because I feel it.”

I take a slow breath, wishing I could wrap her heart in my hands and make her feel safe enough to trust me with it forever. We lie in silence for the rest of the night, but I’m almost certain another tear rolls down her cheek before we fall asleep.