Chapter Eighteen Annabel #4
He rose up off his knees. When his mouth met mine, I could taste myself on his lips and tongue.
I don’t know how long we stayed lip-locked, our hands running over each other’s bodies.
With my fingertips, I traced the bulging muscles of his biceps, his hard pecs, and his washboard abs.
Although the large contours of his body could be frightening, I found myself feeling more and more protected.
I was safe with Rev. He would never expect me to do something I wasn’t comfortable with or that made me uneasy.
When the water turned cold, Rev tore his lips from mine. As he stared into my eyes, I knew we were once again teetering on the edge of a line—a line that would inevitably have to be crossed. “Make love to me,” I whispered.
Conflict raged in Rev’s eyes. I knew in his mind he thought we had gone far enough with what we had already done. We didn’t need to rush things—we had all the time in the world.
“Please,” I murmured.
With a slight jerk of his head, Rev reached forward to turn off the shower. After he got out, he turned back to grip me by the waist. He hoisted me up into his arms and carried me out of the bathroom. He then eased me gently down on the bed.
When he turned and started back for the bathroom, I propped up on my elbows and gazed at his retreating form. “What are you doing?” I called. I hoped he hadn’t changed his mind about giving in to me.
He returned with two large towels. Kneeling over me, he brought the soft cloth to my arm.
After he dried me off, he placed warming kisses on my skin.
He repeated the process along my chest, taking extra time with my breasts, and then my other arm.
By the time he finished with my lower body, I was drenched between my legs and aching for him.
I’d barely given him time to dry himself off when I was grabbing his arm and dragging him closer to me.
But when his body loomed over mine, a prickly panic crawled its way over my skin. Although I had managed to push my rapists out of my head, it seemed now they had found a way to claw their way back in with the intent of ruining what I had with Rev. I am safe. I have a choice, and I chose this.
As if he sensed my growing panic, Rev rolled off of me. When I started to protest that I wanted to continue, he gripped me by the hips and pulled me up to straddle him. “Take me, Annabel. You’re the one in control.”
Moisture tinged my eyes at his words and his offering. He wanted to do everything within his power to enable me to conquer this first time. I rose up to grip his erection in my trembling hand. When I brought it to my center, I momentarily faltered when I began to take him inside of me.
Rev’s hands sought mine out. After intertwining our fingers, he said, “Look at me, babe. It’s only me and you here. Only love.”
Gazing into his determined eyes, I found the courage I needed. I eased further down on his cock, taking him deeper inside of me. Once I was full of him, I sat for a moment, just staring at him. “I love you,” he murmured.
“I love you, too,” I whispered. As I looked into his beautiful blue eyes, I realized it was just the two of us in this room—him and me.
Two people who loved each other with all their flaws and weaknesses.
I wasn’t having sex with a stranger; I was being made love to.
It wasn’t a harsh and vile act forced upon me without my consent.
I welcomed the feel of his hands, his fingers, and his tongue on my skin.
Most of all, I was taking his cock into my body, not having him take me.
His expression wasn’t cruel or vicious. Instead, it was filled with lust, love, and a possession of a different type.
Because of all those factors, I could do this. I wanted this.
I rose up and came back down on him. The feeling of being with him was overwhelming. It was a connection of mind, body, and soul to a level I had never experienced before.
As I sped up the tempo of my movements, I released Rev’s hands so that I could place my palms down on his chest. He groaned out in pleasure as I rode him harder and faster. He was so beautiful laid out before me, his eyes closed, his brows furrowed.
He raised his hips up to meet mine, our slick skin slapping together in a desperate rhythm.
I had never come through sex before, and after what I had been through, I doubted I ever would.
But when Rev’s hand came to stroke and tease my clit, I felt a building pressure I had never experienced before with a man inside me.
The harder I rode Rev, the harder he stroked me.
I dug my fingernails into his chest as I felt the tiny shudders of an orgasm.
It wasn’t the same as the ones in the shower, but it was still momentous to me.
Tears stung my eyes at the realization of how wonderful it had been.
And as Rev’s orgasm had him calling out my name and coming inside me, I collapsed onto his chest, my head falling against his rapidly beating heart.