Page 88 of Trust

Everything shifts when he claims my body. I hold on, and I let go. Nothing is the same anymore.

SURRENDER

Chris

A mix of trust and nervous anticipation reflects in her hazel eyes as I position myself between her legs. The heat of her resembles a tantalizing promise against my tip. I’m so hard, it’s painful. Every nerve ending is screaming for release. One wrong move, one breath too fast, and I’ll lose it, but that’s not going to happen. I want this to be good for her, right for her, so she will remember it without regret.

I feel the initial resistance, the thin membrane yielding as I ease into her.

She lets out the smallest sound, half inhale, half whimper, and I freeze.

Her arms clutch my torso, her thighs rigid at my hips, and I’m entirely inside her. She’s tight. This is all new to her.

Every muscle is on a hair trigger, but I stay exactly where she needs me. Her warmth surrounds me, gripping me. I give her time to weather the storm within her, letting her body adjust to mine, letting the sting fade.

Water droplets fall from the tips of my hair onto her rosy skin, and I kiss them away before they can escape. The taste of her clean, slightly salty skin is intoxicating.

Her fingers press into my back, clinging as though she’s afraid to let go. I kiss the side of her neck and wait for her to relax.

She shifts slightly and lets out a soft gasp, sounding more like surprise than pain. I remain in place, every muscle taut with the effort it takes to hold back.

Then she moves again, just a little, the green light I’ve been holding my breath for.

I rock my hips against her gently. Her body answers mine, a shallow rhythm forming between us. Her eyes flutter shut, lips parting as she exhales again. This time, it sounds more like a sigh mingled with a moan. I swear I’ll never forget it.

“Okay?” I whisper against her ear.

Her eyes dance up at me, full of wonder and curiosity. “Better than okay.”

God help me, I almost break.

I keep the pace careful, watching her face, struck by the way it makes everything else recede. Every small twitch, every hitch of breath, every time her hands dig into my arms or draw me closer matters. Damp sheets tangle around our limbs as I lose myself in her. She’s so fragile beneath me. A fierce, protective tenderness rises in my chest, clashing with the primal desire thrumming through my blood. Her fingers tangle in my hair, lips seeking my jaw, my neck. Her hips rise under me, breath quickening.

There it is. That build. That spark.

She’s getting closer. Her fingers dig into my back, and I know she’s near the edge.

“That’s it. You’re doing so good,” I murmur, one hand slipping to her hip to anchor her.

Her body arches, her head falls back, and a faint cry escapes despite her efforts to hide it, and it shatters me. Not just her body. Her. The way she lets go. The way she trusts me with this, with herself.

She starts to shake, the push of release washing over her. She gasps and goes rigid, putting all her strength into clinging to my shoulders while her body convulses around me.

I hold her through it. Hold her until her body eases beneath me.

When she finally exhales and meets my eyes, there is no lust alone there. It is more than that.

I kiss her again, softer this time, trying in vain to hold back a tidal wave with nothing but my mouth, but it’s too much. The sight of her lost in pleasure, giving herself to me fully, is my undoing. The pressure builds to an unbearable peak. My control, so painstakingly maintained, fractures. My movements quicken. One more thrust, another, and I go over. A raw, guttural sound tears from my throat as I bury my face against her neck. My climax surges through me, unloading every ounce of tension that has been building. My entire body jerks with it.

I shelter her in my arms, panting, as the last tremors ebb, leaving only stillness, and her. A bone-deep peace settles over me for one clear, fleeting minute.

This must be happiness.

That’s when I know: I have to let her go, for her sake and for mine.

TRUSTWORK

Sara