Page 40 of Falling For Us Again

“Jenna,” I begin, choosing my words carefully, “you went through something difficult; no one deserves to be in that position. It’s not a sign of weakness to still be affected by it. It’s a sign that you survived. And you’re still here, stronger than ever.”

“Sometimes, it doesn’t feel that way. Sometimes, I feel like that scared girl all over again.”

I reach out, taking her hand in mine. “That scared girl was incredibly brave. She fought back, she survived, and she’s become an amazing woman. You’re allowed to have moments where you feel vulnerable. It doesn’t take away from your strength.”

I gently brush her tears away with my thumb. Her face is so close to mine, her breath mingling with mine. She leans in, and our lips meet in a brief, tender kiss. It’s soft, hesitant, a fleeting connection that speaks of comfort and shared sorrow rather than passion.

But then something shifts. The kiss deepens, and I can feel the desperation in it—the need to forget, even if just for a moment. My hands cradle her face, and she clings to me, her fingers digging into my shoulders as if I’m her lifeline. Her tears mix with our kisses, the saltiness creating an intensity that leaves me breathless.

Her hands move to the buttons of my shirt, and I feel a surge of heat as her fingers brush against my skin. We move to the couch, our hands fumbling, our kisses growing more frantic.

The cushions creak as we fall onto them, our bodies pressed together. I explore her with my hands, tracing the soft curves of her body, wanting to worship every inch of her. Her responses fuel my desire; her gasps and moans spurring me on.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. I respond to her every touch, every sigh, and my need building with every second. Our kisses become more urgent and demanding as we seek solace and escape with each other.

But then reality crashes back. I might have complicated feelings about her, but I can't bring myself to take advantage of her vulnerability. Reluctantly, I pull away, my breath ragged, my heart pounding in my chest, and my need straining in my pants.

“Jenna, wait,” I say, my voice hoarse with desire. “We need to slow down.”

Her eyes search mine, desire and confusion mingling in their depths. “Why? I thought...”

“I know,” I say gently, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I want you so much, but I don't want to take advantage of you when you’re in a vulnerable state.”

She wets her lips with her tongue. “You’re not taking advantage of me Dylan. I want you to help me forget.”

She wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her body closer to mine. “The only thing I want to feel is you inside me, Dylan.”

That is all I needed to let go of my control. I kiss her, slipping my tongue into her mouth with a mounting hunger. Jenna straddles me. I hike up her dress, pushing the straps down with my teeth before pressing kisses to her collarbone. She moans as she runs her hand over my chest, feeling the warmth of my body against her palms.

Reaching around, I unclasp her bra, and my breath catch as her beautiful breasts hang free. They're full and the rosebud nipples are puckered and hard. I take one in my hand, flicking a tongue over it before sucking hard. Jenna arches her back as she whimpers. She has always loved when I worship her breasts.

“Oh yes Dylan.”

I blow cold air over her nipples and kiss around her areola, making her squirm with need. I suck a nipple deep into my mouth, biting and sucking and teasing her senselessly while flicking a finger over the other. Jenna’s eyes flutter shut at the pleasurable torture.

I slide a hand up her thigh, making my way to the juncture, and slip a finger into her wetness using my thumb to stimulate her. Jenna moans and slides a hand up and down over my bulging erection, making me grit my teeth. We moan together, lost in our joint ecstasy.

“That feels so good, Jenna,” I whisper against her opened mouth as we continue to kiss.

She smiles against my lips as she strokes me faster now. My member is thick, long, and hard, aching to be sheathed in her tight wetness. Jenna plays with my moisture, spreading it over the head. I moan, kissing her harder now as I throb in her hand.

“I want to bury myself inside you.”

“I want you to.”

I brush my tip against her drenched folds, and she sucks in a deep breath. I lift her up and guide her down slowly, sliding all the way into her. She moans loudly, arms wrapped around my neck, back arched in pleasure.

“Oh shit,” I moan, pleasure sweeping over me as her tightness stretches over my member, swallowing it completely.

I grab her hips as we adjust and move in rhythm. Pleasure pours from every angle with each thrust. I suck on a nipple as I slam her up and down on top of me, feeling a surge of masculine satisfaction as her moans mix with deep wet sucking sounds as I slide in and out of her.

I flip her underneath me, lifting her legs up over my shoulders. Tilting her hips up, I thrust deep while grinding against her pleasure nub.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. I'm going to cum.” She screams.

I grab her breasts, squeezing the nipples as I grind even faster. With a final thrust, we explode together, her inside quivering around me, sucking every drop from my body as she jerks in ecstasy.

I wrap my arms around her as we ride the waves of pleasure together.

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