Warning....Lemony goodness in this chapter.
Jess's POV:
I could barely breathe. Rob and I were up in his room, and things were starting to get fairly wild. I felt a ticklish sensation in my stomach as Rob took off his shirt and threw it on the floor, on top of my dress. I felt his hands run up and down my back, and then start to unhook my strapless bra. I pulled it off and threw it down as Rob grabbed his comforter and pulled it around us. We stopped kissing for a little bit, and just laid there staring at each other. His abs were practically calling to me, and I ran my fingers over them. Rob's body tingled as I did this. His own hands were massaging my breasts, and working on taking my panties off. I undid his belt and helped him slide off his pants.
"Jess...are you sure you want to go further?" Rob asked, brushing a curl out of my eyes. "Because, if you aren't completely ready, then we don't have to."
I thought for a moment, and kissed him hungrily. "I'm completely ready." I said, breaking the kiss.
Rob kissed me back, almost as hungrily, and flipped me onto my back. He climbed on top of me, and started to kiss my neck. I moaned as he tickled the sensitive skin. He moved lower, kissing between my breasts now. I gasped in pleasure as he moved over one of my nipples. I felt like I was on fire...
Rob's boxers tickled my leg, and I giggled. He moved lower, kissing down my stomach and stopping at my belly button. He dipped his tongue in and I gasped. Rob kept kissing me, first on my inner thighs, then directly...there. I arched my back slightly, moaning. His gray eyes locked on my brown ones and I felt waves of pleasure wash over me. This mountain of intensity was building in me, and I knew I was going to explode soon...
Then Rob stopped and I sat up, breathing hard. He kissed me, pushing my body to his. I smiled against Rob's lips. My hands traveled to the band of his boxers, and I started to tug on them. Rob broke apart our kiss and slipped them off.
To say I was in disbelief is an understatement. I had no idea how the hell Rob was going to fit in me. Seriously. I haven't seen other guys naked, but I could tell that he was huge at 8 and a half inches. I tore my eyes away and kissed Rob again. "Are you ready, Jess?" he asked, breaking our kiss again. I nodded.
Deep breath, Jess. It's going to hurt, but it's worth it!
Rob started to enter me, and was at my barrier before I knew it. "Are you sure you want to do this?" It was so sweet how he was asking, making sure I was completely ready to do this. "Yes." I said calmly. In my head, I was screaming it.
Rob thrust into me, and I felt this mind-numbing pain rip through my body. I cried out, not loud enough to alarm Rob, just loud enough to breathe through the pain. Soon it was gone, to be replaced by a very pleasant feeling. Rob started thrusting into me, and I screamed, "OH GOD!" over and over. The only clear thought in my head was, "I've got to get him deeper in me!"
The room seemed to be shaking. I arched my back, still screaming, and met the huge wave rushing towards me. Rob thrust one last time and groaned before he came in me. I collapsed against his pillows, releasing the fistful of sheets I'd been clutching, and breathing harder than ever. Shakily, Rob pulled out of me and pulled me to his body so we were facing each other.
I sighed contently, and pulled Rob's face to mine so I could kiss him. I did so with more fervor and zest than ever before.
"That was...incredible." I was at a loss for words. My heart was pounding like never before.
"Yeah, it was." Rob said, kissing me again. I felt shivers go up and down my spine as it started all over again...
At one-thirty, Rob and I got dressed. We got on the back of the Indian, and he drove me home. When we got there, he cut the engine and walked me to my door.
We stood there under the porchlight, Rob's arms around my waist, mine around his neck. He pulled me into a sweet kiss and held me for a few minutes before I had to go in. "I'll see you tomorrow." I whispered. He nodded, and watched me go in. I ran up to my bedroom, holding my torturous shoes, and flipped on the light so he'd know I was in OK. I watched from my window as he drove off, looking way too sexy for his own good. Or mine, for that matter.
I collapsed onto my bed and gave a very content sigh. I fell asleep remembering the last few hours, without changing.
I woke up the asscrack of...eleven am. Haha. That was early for me, seeing as I'd planned on sleeping until one or so. I didn't have to meet Rob til four, and I was pissed at whoever had the nerve to call me at eleven.
"Hello?" I said grouchily into the phone.
"Hello, Ms. Mastriani." Damn Cyrus Krantz. Why the hell did the government have to call me so damn early?
"What do you want?" I know I sounded rude, but come on! I was tired!
"We have a code red, in Seattle." Code red is code for missing child. I agreed to work for Dr. Krantz's team, only after they'd promised, and double promised, and triple promised, that it wouldn't be a repeat of the Crane Military Base. He swore, and so now, when someone goes missing and the authorities can't find them, they call in Lightning Girl or one of the other psychics from Dr. Krantz's team.
"Fax the picture, I'll call ya tomorrow." I said, about to slam the phone down.
"Jessica, it's not that simple this time." Dr. Krantz said. I groaned. "This time, it's not just one. An entire daycare center went missing last Thursday."
How the hell? "Huh? How on Earth did an entire daycare center go missing?"
"We don't know." Dr. Krantz sounded kinda hopeless. "This case resembles that of the Roanoke case, back in the 1600s, I believe it was, but somehow, everyone is gone without a trace."
I yawned. This really sucked. "Dr. K, I'm telling you. Just fax me a picture of the kids, or even just one, and I'll try to get a lockdown on their location. What can it hurt?"
Dr. Krantz sighed and agreed to send me a picture. I hung up the phone and pulled the blankets up around me, fully prepared to go back to sleep, but the stupid phone rang again. I figured it was Dr. Krantz again, so I answered accordingly.
"Dr. K, will you just send the darn picture!" Only I didn't say darn.
And it wasn't Dr. K.
"Help Me." came the voice of a tiny child. She sounded no more than five.
"Say what? Can you tell me you're name, sweetie? And where you're from?" Oh, yeah. My child-care instincts were going on overload.
"Help Me." She said again.
Then the line went dead.