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“It’s not a few, Jay.” I know my sudden anger is a defense mechanism. A pathetic attempt to keep him away from me, but of course he knows exactly how to bring it down.
Take over. Please, Jay.
As though he can hear my thoughts, he thrusts his hand up to dig his fingers in my hair and pulls my head back. The motion arches my body up and presses me tightly against him.
“Doesn’t matter, baby. They’re mine to count, treasure, whatever I want.”
His lips let out a breath at my neck, and I shiver. The distraction allows him to draw the shirt up and over my head with his free hand.
Then I am bare. No bra. Nothing.
Just me.
Everything is exposed, and the sheer vulnerability of the moment threatens to douse out the flicker of lust from before.
He drops his hands and moves to get off the bed. For a moment, I think he’ll leave me here like this. Instead, he stands to take off his shoes and socks, but he turns away from me before peeling off his tight jeans. He works them over his tight ass and down his legs until he stands there in nothing but his briefs.
This man definitely knows how to put on a show.
Returning to the bed, he makes his way between my knees. His callused hands trail up and down my exposed sensitive skin. They trail from my ankle up to my knee and continue to brush up to my center.
His touch is intoxicating, but the sight of him kneeling on the bed between my legs is a power trip in and of itself. He leans down to place kisses along my inner thigh, and my breath catches when he stops right before reaching where I need him. I can feel his breath on me, and I can’t suppress the whine attempting to leave me.
“Do you need something, doll?”
I could kill him for making me wait. The glimmer of mirth in his expression says he enjoys teasing me like this. He shifts back onto his heels as he looks at me and traces my body with his gaze. I need the warmth of his touch on my body. The sensation of his touches fades too quickly, and I’m an addict craving more.
He pulls down his hair from its messy bun.
“You’re going to want to hold on for this.”
Never call the man a liar.
Jay’s singular focus is a previously unknown high. He follows through on every promise. His fingers expertly stroke me to draw out orgasm after orgasm. His tongue moves in patterns while his hands trace their mirror image on my tits.
I lose count at nine.
Every fiber of my being is on fire. It all feels so good. Yet every sensation against my skin is too much. The scratch of the bedding and the light breeze from the AC make me want to claw my eyes out. The washcloth he uses to clean me up is my nemesis.
I don’t remember when the tears begin, but when he reaches for the blanket at the end of the bed, another involuntary sob breaks out of me.
“Baby doll. Shhh…”
Only his touch seems soothing. His fingers push back the hair from my face, and he traces my features with his fingertips. Everything else hurts, but his touch is the balm I need.
He tries to wrap me in the blanket. But he presses his front against my own this time, and it seems to dull some of the sensations.
I feel his hands running up and down my body underneath the harsh fabric. A sigh escapes every time his hands change direction, and I feel the light scrape of his short nails against my skin before the sensation of his fingertips returns.
It’s the delicate kiss he places on my forehead that breaks me. A full round of sobs begins. These are different though. This is the emotional collapse I’ve been dreading for months.
Sobs break out of me, but Jay doesn’t flinch at all. He pulls me in closer to him and holds me while I cry.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” I say, bawling.
His arms tightly band around me, and his hands hold me so my face presses into the crook of his neck. I breathe in his scent of sweat and something smelling like Halloween, like pumpkin spice and pine. With each breath I take, my heart rate starts to steady, and my sobs begin to break up.
After a while, I drift off to sleep in his arms.
