Overcoming Fear (Growing Pains #2)

by K. F. Breene

  “Touch me, Sean,” Krista murmured, leaning in so he could put both hands on her.

  He complied eagerly. She was moving slightly faster, but focused on herself. He was hitting the spots that felt best to her, readying herself for sex.

  “Do you want protection?” Krista said softly, ready for him. Needing him. Wanting him to fill her. Just thinking about it had her body moving more quickly, and had her head dropping back; with hands feeling up her body.

  Krista lifted slightly as Sean went diving for his pants. While waiting, she kept one hand on her breast, rubbing her sensitive nipple, the other she let fall to her clit, teasing herself. After an extended amount of time, and feeling Sean having gone still, Krista opened her eyes to see what the hold-up was.

  Turned out it was her. Sean was looking at her with a hungry expression, his eyes tuned in to her ministrations.

  With a smile, Krista removed her hands and put them on Sean’s chest. “Your turn.”

  Sean jumped at it. He was frantic, wanting her, but trying to slow himself. He put a long finger into her core and rubbed, eyes close to her breasts as she moaned.

  Krista moved over him, feeling his lower hand reach up, slightly shaking, to find a breast. She felt the thin latex in place, angled herself over him, and ran his blunt tip along her opening.

  “Oh Krissy, please…” Sean mumbled. “I can’t last very long with you.”

  “You have to,” she said with a smile as she lowered herself marginally until tip barely parted flesh. She backed off and let him slide against her slit once more, getting it good and wet, before moving it back into position. This time, as the tip parted flesh, she hesitated a moment, then sat. All the thoughts burst out of her head.

  “Ohhhh…” Sean breathed, his hands glued to her breasts, his eyes closed.

  Krista sat for a minute, letting his sheer size fill every inch of her body, hit every deep place. She started moving then, feeling him scrape against the inside of her, heating her middle, and then her limbs as the friction sent bursts of pleasure into her. She rocked her hips and swayed, hitting everywhere, moving his hands back to her breasts so he could work at her nipples.

  As sensations overwhelmed her, she allowed herself to get more aggressive, letting months of pent-up sexual desire rage through her. She swirled her hips, angling, pumping onto him, completely focused on the feelings consuming her. His body picked up the pace eagerly, reading her cues and enhancing them, working under her to create a remarkable heat, reaching through her body like tendrils.

  Krista felt up her body with her hands, sighing in delight as his hands moved to her hips and clutched. Her head fell back as her core soaked up all the delicious friction, turning it into an indescribable feeling that she’d only imagined in past partners. She wondered if he always made women feel this good. If this remarkable ability of his was ingrained. Or if maybe their chemistry knew no bounds. If maybe these sweet sensations alighted from their mutual respect, their undying love, and most importantly, the tough road they’d taken to get to this spot. She wondered if it was as extraordinary for him as it was for her.

  Then she couldn’t think at all. The sensations were at a fever pitch, battling within her, wanting to explode, but wanting to build a little more. Wanting to fill every corner, but wanting to be fanned higher still, reaching, wanting to see how full of this exquisite pleasure she could get.

  As she was hitting her stride, reaching for home, but wanting the build to go on, his hands, which were massaging her breasts, suddenly grabbed her by the hips and threw her onto the bed.

  She knew a moment of blind panic as she tumbled, hitting the mattress in a tangle of limbs. Memories flashed like lightening, crowding her brain. Jim over her, painfully spreading her legs and jamming himself in.

  And then it happened—her hastily spread legs. The thrust.

  She cried out in panic and struggled, closing her eyes against the onslaught. She pushed at the body leaning into her, trying to get away. Trying to stop it.

  “Stay with me, Krista. Focus on me,” Sean said into her ear, his deep tones working their way through the bands of panic tightened against her chest.

  With just enough sanity to focus on his voice, she did. She clutched at him, willing her brain to defog. Clawing her way to the surface, pushing back her fears and letting the calm grip of logic take over.

  She was breathing fast and shallow, but she wasn’t in pain. That was the first thing she noticed. Nothing hurt. Beside the icy fear eating away at her, there were no negative emotions. In fact, Sean had stopped moving completely, waiting for her. Patiently.

  She opened her watery eyes slowly, meeting his vivid green oasis. He remained inside her, motionless, even though he was probably dying to get moving again. She watched him over her and connected to him inside her, giving her time to adjust. She let her hands feel his familiar body, breathed in his scent, let past memories of Sean trickle in to match her current senses and help push away that of him.

  Her horror began to fade. The fear receded like an ocean wave.

  “I’m sorry,” she didn’t know what else to say. She’d wanted their first time to be perfect. But this time it wasn’t him freaking out. When it really counted, she was the one who did a back flip into crazy-ville.

  “Don’t be sorry, baby. We’re in this together. Do you want to stop? Regroup?”

  Sean was so patient. So understanding.

  Tears came to her eyes unbidden. Sean, seeing them, moved to withdraw.

  “No!” she said, clutching his body. “No, please. Let’s keep going. Let’s get back into it.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. Please.”

  “Should I go slow? Do you want back on top, maybe?”

  “No, I’m fine. Just a moment of panic is all. I’m okay.” She smiled because she was okay. With him, she was okay. She trusted him. Time and time again he proved himself. Even in the height of his freak-outs, he’d always been gentle. She knew that wouldn’t change now.

  Jim-will-not-haunt-me-forever!

  He started moving slowly, bending to lay his full body on her, kissing her gently. She didn’t want slow right now. On the back of her brain trying to buck, she didn’t want the reminder of him wearing kid gloves. She wanted to sprint into climax. She wanted them to hold hands and jump, sooner rather than later.

  Part of her was scared it would happen again.

  She spurred him on by constricting her legs and coaxing him with her arms. He never asked if she was sure, just took her not-so-subtle hints and evolved them until she lost herself to him once again. And while she let herself go to the sensations she was feeling, she never let go of the connection with him. She clutched her trust for him tight, reminding herself that she was safe, with him.

  As she let herself go, he matched her. The wonderful friction they made blossomed and spiraled outwards until it must have filled the entire room. Her body felt like a live wire, whirling and spitting electric fire as the heat surged and rolled through her.

  She gripped his back, arched and moved, goading him on, met his body with hers at a breakneck pace. She wanted to hit home, reach the end of all things and feel the glorious climax tear through her body.

  His breathing was labored and his kisses fervent. With her insistent urging, he gave a few hard, final thrusts and Krista’s body shot into ecstasy. She cried out in fierce pleasure, languidly arching her back to push her breasts into his chest. She gripped his body pushing further into hers with her legs, holding him tight so he couldn’t withdraw, milking the seed that was trapped, but in theory would be working through her body as she held on.

  Strange how that was an aphrodisiac. Another first.

  They were both floating in a world without words, lost in each other’s grasp. Krista continued to hold on tightly as they slid back down, and felt his wonderful pressure on her as their bodies relaxed together.

  In an amount of time that couldn’t be measured, he pushed himself to the side,
relieving her of his weight, but still huddled close.

  “Are you okay?” he asked quietly, his voice hoarse.

  “Yes. I almost lost it there for a moment, but you pulled me out.”

  “I guess now I know what I’m like,” he said, kissing her temple as he hugged her tighter.

  “Did I ruin it for you?” she asked, verging on tears.

  “It was unbelievable, Krista. On one hand I wish we hadn’t waited so long. On the other, the anticipation made it that much better. Me knowing you like I do made it that much more special.”

  “You sound like a chick.” She laughed, then got more serious. “I kind of...jumped the track in the mood.”

  “No. You showed me that you are human. You showed me that I am not alone. That I can help you as much as you can help me. And that is more precious to me than--” His voice hitched and wavered. Being a man, and therefore subject to man-code, he stopped talking to get his emotions under control.

  “Perfection is in the flaws,” she said quietly as she folded herself into his arms and put her head on his chest. She felt him nod and clutch her tighter.

  “I love you, Krista,” he said with a full heart.

  She reached up to kiss him and felt her arousal stir again. He rolled her under him, having felt the same thing. The second time they made love was slow and sensual with all the tenderness both of them felt and were eager to share. She lost herself to him completely. She let herself go in complete trust and hit heights in pleasure she didn’t know even existed. It was like her body opened up, scrubbed away all the badness, and refilled with pure white light. Then overlaid all that with heart-stopping, X-rated pleasure.

  Sean was good. He’d definitely earned his reputation. And in this, she wasn’t bitter.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  “Good morning beautiful.” Krista heard as a hand feathered her nether lips.

  Without bothering to answer, or even opening her eyes, Krista opened her legs wider, granting him access, and arched back into him, expecting him to do all the work.

  After a second of applied protection, he invaded her pleasantly.

  “Oh!” Krista said in surprise as she came fully awake.

  Sean chuckled softly behind her as he rhythmically moved, stroking her female parts and kissing her neck.

  It was over fairly quickly, him being ready upon waking, her taking longer. She was an audience for the big O rather than a participant, but it wasn’t his fault, and it still felt freaking amazing, so she had no complaints.

  As he was pulling out, he kissed her on the cheek and made to get out of bed. Krista, deciding that rising early was for the birds, closed her eyes again. She’d get more action in an hour when she actually felt like waking up.

  Suddenly Sean froze. “Oh fuck, Krista! Oh God, oh God, oh fuck!”

  As a man that didn’t swear ever, Krista was immediately alert. She looked around, expecting a head rolling across the ground or Mel Gibson on a horse holding that spikey-death-ball of Tory’s.

  Nothing was amiss. It wasn’t time for her period, so she knew she didn’t make a mess of things—a quick check confirmed.

  She turned to Sean grumpily.

  “The condom broke!” he said in near hysterics. “I shouldn’t have hurried. I never hurry. I’m always careful. You’re just so sexy—it’s not your fault. I’m not blaming you. It’s my fault! Shit!”

  Judging by his reaction, it meant she might have gotten a “present.” It was a serious black spot on the morning.

  “Fuck.” Sean was on a roll. He sounded like Kate. “Shit. Well, at least it’s you, but still. We’ll just have to--damn it.” He was currently trying to clean things up.

  “I am not sure what the part about it being me meant, but what should I be expecting from this? Do you need to tell me anything?”

  He stopped what he was doing, which was basically fretting like an old woman, and looked at her quizzically.

  “Will I need to be tested for anything?” she clarified.

  Understanding dawned and he flushed. “Oh. No. I’ve never had unprotected sex. Until, well, right now I guess. Do I, uh, need to...you know...”

  “No. I was tested for everything after the Ex, and since then I’ve religiously been safe—until right now—so I’m clean. We’re good. No worries. Now, I could use another thirty minutes of shut eye, so shhhhhhh.”

  Crisis over, Krista laid back down and snuggled into the luxurious pillows.

  “But what about pregnancy?” Sean said in a rush, interrupting her dreamy thoughts.

  She didn’t bother turning around. “Are you kidding? I don’t trust my fate to condoms. I’m on the pill for just such an occasion. And for period predictability. I have expensive underwear—surprises cost money.”

  “And that’ll be enough?”

  Slightly irritated, Krista turned over in what was close to a bad mood. She looked at Sean closely, trying to determine what would end the crisis once and for all so she could get back to sleep. His face was lined with worry and his eyes were anxious. He was seriously, extremely freaked out about this. Sure, it was a big deal, but usually women worried about this kind of thing--men only freaked out if the worst happened. Like a sperm meets egg kind of situation.

  “Wait. You’ve never had unprotected sex? Not even an ‘oops’ drunk episode?” Krista asked, still looking closely.

  “No. Never. I was an ‘oops’ and I’ve spent a lifetime being reminded of it. I never wanted that for anyone else.”

  Suddenly the callous manner in which Krista was handling the situation seemed horrible. She sobered up—and woke up--and took it more seriously.

  “Sorry, I didn’t realize. Um, I haven’t skipped or messed up with the pill in a long time. It has held firm until now. We’ll be fine, seriously. You have absolutely no need to worry. Well, I mean, any more than you would using a condom. That didn’t break, I mean.”

  He nodded his head slowly, looking at her with big puppy dog eyes.

  “I wouldn’t leave you,” he said seriously. “And I would be a good father and a good husband. Or baby-daddy. Whichever. I just want you to know that.”

  “Sean, please don’t think me harsh, but this is way too serious for a Sunday morning. We have nothing to worry about. And if the worst happens, ever, we’ll just figure it out, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  “Wait, is that what you meant by it being me?”

  “Yes,” he said it like he thought she was a mental patient. “I would do right by any woman, but it being you is a relief in and of itself. It is a bit soon, maybe, but...” he shrugged.

  She stared at him for a minute, realizing that he was entirely serious, and lay back onto the bed with a plop. It blew her mind. She was touched, she was bewildered, she was honored… plus a little scared. He was thinking ”us” extremely seriously. It was exhilarating that a man liked her that much.

  “What was it you said, don’t go getting a big ego?” Sean said as he got out of the bed. She could hear the laughter in his voice and knew her thoughts were transparent.

  She watched his naked butt disappear into the bathroom and heard the shower start running. She looked at the time. It was an hour before her spa stuff started.

  She trekked off into the bathroom to find out what he was up to and if she should skip the spa.

  “So...Sean? Do you mind if I come in?” Some people’s bathroom time was their alone time and they didn’t like to be disturbed. She thought it was mostly people with big families, but you certainly never knew.

  “Nothing you haven’t seen already.”

  She figured that meant no. She waltzed in and sat on the toilet in the buff, checking him out through the glass shower door.

  “What are your plans for today? Should I skip the spa?”

  “Since I’m in the area I figured I would take Tory up on his offer to golf today. It is a nice day for it. I can meet you back here and we can head home.”

  “That’s thought out. Okay. Hurry u
p.”

  “Come in with me.”

  She didn’t need to be told twice. She stepped gingerly into the steamy shower. Sean finished rinsing his head and turned to her, his eyes gliding over her body and a smile lighting his face.

  “Come here and let me wash you,” he said, grabbing for soap and her body at the same time.

  As she got closer she slid her hands up his slick chest. A glance told her he was getting excited again. The man had quite a sex drive—good news ‘cause so did she.

  Sean’s soapy hands turned her into the water and traced her body, lingering on parts normally covered during the day. His eyes followed his hands mostly, but every so often he would glance up and catch her looking at him. Hungry eyes turned into pools of warmth as he caught the gaze, and turned back to boyish delight at a naked woman’s body.

  She reached between them and took his rock hard manhood in her hand. He gave a sharp intake of breath and his smile grew. He couldn’t lean in to kiss her because of the streaming water, so he settled for closing his eyes and stepping closer. She bent him to her opening, but he stepped back quickly, warning in his eyes, a lifetime of worrying about accidently getting a woman pregnant overriding the logic of the pill.

  “We are still protected from that.” Krista said reassuringly. “And we are both healthy without any...bad stuff. We are okay to do this.”

  Sean wasn’t sure and minutely shook his head. Fear and logic—sometimes they didn’t line up.

  “Okay,” she said quietly with a hint of a smile at his look of boyish uncertainty. She pulled him closer again and resumed her hand combat. He pulled her head out of the water and kissed her heatedly, taking up his own hand combat.

  Soon they were both panting and leaning against each other, cleaning Krista having been forgotten for cleaning the pipes. She heard him moan and saw his head tilt back. She felt her own pleasure hit the ceiling in response. They shook and shivered from the bliss of it, Krista getting doused in nasty for her efforts. Pipes were officially clean. Thank God they were in the shower.