The Night I Was Saved

Chapter Fifty-Four

She's hot. So hot, wet, and tight around me, I can hardly think. The fact that this is happening right now, is overwhelming me in the biggest way possible. I did not expect this. I truly did not expect this.

I trust my hips up again, sliding deeper in her while she meets me halfway. It's going smooth; she's fucking moist and ready, I can feel it even through the barrier of the condom, and she's taking me without trouble. And the best fucking thing about it is that she's enjoying it.

I can't take my eyes off her. Of her red cheeks and her pink, swollen lips. She's blushing fiercely, the red glow also creeping down her neck and cleavage. I think it's a combination of all the sensations, the nerves, and the fact that the temperature has risen quite high in the bedroom.

I can't take my eyes off her blue orbs. They are shining, a watery glimmer there that's the result of her emotions. I can only imagine all the feelings that rush through her right now, but she's so fucking brave. I'm in awe. I've always been.

I can't take my eyes off her brows. On how they are knitted together in concentration as she moves up and down in a steady rhythm. Ever so often, when I hit a particular spot, her brows shoot up in surprise before they relax as she, with closed eyes, enjoys what she feels.

"You're so beautiful," I say for the hundredth time. I just can't help it. She is so fucking beautiful, and her newfound confidence suits her perfectly.

She moans, moving up until her hands steady on my chest again. Her tits, perky and full, move along with the movements she makes, a thin layer of sweat coating her skin and making her shine.

"I'm so warm," she whispers. Even her voice is sexy; lush and sultry, the evidence of how much she's enjoying this clear in her tone.

I slide my hands from her hips up, until they rest on her sides. I still her movements gently, and after a few moments, she catches on and stops, letting me slip in fully before she looks at me. "Just sit for a bit," I mumble, my eyes roaming her body.

I sound fucking secure and as if I'm having all the control. The truth is, it's taking everything in me not to blow. When she wrapped her hand around me, I was already on the edge, but right now I'm convinced my balls will explode.

I'm throbbing so badly, that I'm convinced she feels it against her walls. And I've already thanked the wank-Gods six times that I had a quick one this morning in the shower. I had to; I woke up with Jo's ass pressed against me, but since we've hardly engaged in sexual moods ever since the trial, I knew she wasn't going to help me out.

But I've missed her. I've missed being close to her and being this close to her makes me lose my mind. But fucking Christ, for her, I'll hang on. I'll go on until she's had enough because this moment is about her, and that's what's making all of this bearable.

"What are you thinking about?" Her shy voice pulls me out of my thoughts. Her fingers are drawing an invisible line on my chest, her breathing heavy. She seems a little tense, and I think it's because she's trying to keep as still as possible. She takes me fucking well; I'm balls deep, it's amazing.

Carefully, I sit up, wrapping my arms around her naked waist. Because she's on top of me, my face is perfectly lined with her cleavage, and I can just kiss the spot between her collarbones which I do once. "About how you get me going. About how fucking good you make me feel. How amazing you are," I tell her honestly, enjoying how she hides from my gaze for a moment. With my nose, I nudge her chin to find eye contact again. "Don't hide. You're doing so good, Jo."

"It feels good too," she admits shyly, her teeth finding her lower lip. "I'm shaking though."

I hum, leaving another kiss on her skin, this time a little lower. "It's the adrenaline," I pant. I'm so deep inside her, I feel fucking high and I'm hardly able to keep my shit.