Trust Me

Chapter Eleven

AUTHOR'S NOTE: GRAPHIC! If you are under 18 years old, you really shouldn't read this! (okay, that had to be said). Anyway, we are finally getting to the fun chapters! WOOHOO! Enjoy, please, and I would really really really love some reviews! :-D

She woke the next morning to the feeling of warm, steady breathing on the nape of her neck and strong arms wrapped around her. It took her a moment to remember where she was but Robert's body draped protectively around hers from behind helped her recall the night before. For the first time in years she felt safe and finally not alone. It was wonderfully terrifying to her and she never wanted to leave that moment. Her bladder, however, had other ideas. Careful not to wake him, she extracted herself from his embrace and crept to the bathroom. Business taken care of she rinsed her mouth with water, raked her fingers through her hair, and returned to bed. Robert's arm immediately wrapped over her waist and he buried his face in her neck.

"Good morning." He murmured and she grinned.

"Good morning." She replied and rolled over so she could see him. He looked adorable, face relaxed and childlike, his normally impeccable hair mussed from sleep. She decided she liked his morning-look. His brown eyes crinkled slightly as he grinned back at her, the grin soon breaking out into a jaw cracking yawn, and she giggled quietly.

"Sleep well?" he asked.

"The best I've slept in years." She said and looked away. "I'm sorry about, well, everything, Robert." His hand moved up to cup her neck, thumb brushing over her cheek tenderly as he tilted her face to his.

"Don't ever be sorry for being who you are, Chris. We all have our scars to overcome. You are a strong, beautiful, intelligent woman first and foremost and I love you, scars and all." He said quietly and she gave him a tearful smile.

"I love you, too, Robert." She whispered. He returned her smile and kissed her. It began soft and gentle, just a meeting of mouths to comfort and convey their feelings, but as her hand finally-finally- moved over his chest and down to his bare stomach the kiss quickly ignited. She moaned softly as their tongues met and he pulled her closer. Propping himself up on an elbow he devoured her, their hunger growing with each passing minute. Suddenly, he stopped and pulled back and she whimpered at the loss.

"Chris, before this gets too far, I have to know- I have to hear you say it…" he rasped and she smiled at him.

"I trust you, Robert. I love you and I trust you with my body and my heart." She said and he smiled in relief. "Now make love to me."

"Oh god, yes…" he groaned and caught her lips with his in a searing kiss Her hands moved over the hard planes of his torso, feeling the muscles below her fingertips flex and shudder at every touch. His hand wasn't idle either, slipping under her shirt and lightly stroking her stomach and side. She couldn't take it anymore, she had to feel him, and she removed her shirt. As soon as it was gone, though, she felt a sudden rush of self-consciousness, not helped by Robert's intense gaze.

"You're beautiful, Chris." He breathed, eyes raking over her. Leaning down he pressed a soft kiss over her heart and she sighed deeply. Her body was on fire but his touch was comforting and calming. Slowly he made his way down her sternum between her breasts and to her stomach, taking his time to make sure he covered every inch of skin. Chris's eyes closed as she gave herself over to him, only flinching slightly as he slowly removed her underwear, leaving her naked. She was completely bare and open to him- she was his and he felt awe as he gazed over her body. His boxers quickly joined her clothing on the floor and he moved to lay between her legs. Instinctively, she cradled him and gasped as she felt his erection press, warm and hard, against her thigh. Tonya from makeup had been right- this man had nothing to be ashamed of! She briefly worried, it had been a long while since she had been with a man, but as his mouth moved to cover one nipple all thoughts ceased.

"Oh god, Robert…" she gasped as he teased her nipple to a hard, aching peak. Her voice encouraged him, sending a rush through his body, and he moved to the other breast to give it the same treatment. Her hands tangled in his hair, holding him to her as she made small sounds of pleasure. Shifting her hips it put their most sensitive flesh into contact with each other. He moved back up to her lips, kissing her softly as he positioned himself at her entrance.

"Open your eyes, my love." He whispered and she did as told. Their eyes locked and he saw the love and trust she had for him. Slowly, he pressed into her, gasping at how tight she was. He made sure to take his time, watching her face for any signs of discomfort, but her body accepted him hesitantly and she smiled at him.

"Go on, Robert. It's okay." She murmured. He kissed her tenderly and caught her gasp in his mouth as he thrusted the rest of the way in. There he paused, letting her body adjust to the sweet intrusion, pressing soft kisses all over her face. It took a few moments before she was able to relax around him but he was patient, determined to only give her pleasure. She trusted him and he was going to savor this wonderful gift he had been given. Finally, he felt her fingers dig into his hips, urging him to move. Slowly, he withdrew partially from her and thrusted deliciously back in. They both groaned at the feeling and he set up a steady, gentle rhythm. He gasped as she began to instinctively move with him.

"Oh god…yes…" he moaned as she shifted, letting him sink even further into her warm, willing body. Their hands found one another, fingers lacing together as they slowly rocked. There was no rush, no hurry to their lovemaking; only a need to build that strange connection between them, to learn each other and find pleasure together. He buried his face in her shoulder, feeling her body responding to his, and her soft sighs moved him closer to his own edge. Suddenly, she froze and he paused, looking at her. "What is it?"

"I've…I've never….you know…during sex before." She admitted and he frowned to himself.

"Never?" he asked and she shook her head, slightly ashamed. He smiled and kissed her softly. "Don't worry, love. I'm here and I will take care of you." He said and began to slowly move again. Oh yeah, no pressure now! he thought. Her hand gripped his tightly as he built her back up, being sure to grind against her with every inward stroke, and she began to whimper quietly.

"Robert…" she gasped, feeling her body approach that terrifying edge.

"Just relax, baby. Let it happen." He murmured, increasing his speed at the urging of her hips. She tightened around him and he pulled his head back to watch her. "It's okay, Chris. Feel me. I'm right here with you."

"Oh god…" she whimpered, head thrown back at the sensations coursing through her, and he pressed a warm, open-mouthed kiss to her exposed pulse point.

"Let go, baby." He rasped and suddenly she clamped down around him with a strangled, surprised cry. He moved in time with her orgasm, drawing it out and making sure she felt as much pleasure as possible. It was the feeling of her nails unconsciously biting into his back that did it and with three hard thrusts he joined her, pouring himself deep within her with a roar.

They collapsed together, her body still pulsing sweetly around his and he kissed her shoulder, neck, and face soothingly. As they calmed she clutched him tightly, tears falling softly down her cheeks. For a moment he worried he had hurt her.

"Chris?" he questioned, panicking until she smiled at him.

"I'm sorry. I just…I love you so much and I've never felt this way before." She cried softly and he smiled, relieved.

"I love you, too, sweetheart. And I swear I will make sure you know that for the rest of your life." He whispered and kissed her tears away tenderly. Gently withdrawing from her he rolled onto his back, taking her with him so that her head was resting on his shoulder. From there, gentle touches and soft caresses were all they needed until sleep finally took the lovers away.