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So does he. "Fuck, baby, you feel so good." He squeezes his eyes shut, as if savoring every inch of where his cock throbs inside my most intimate space. A nerve throbs at his temple, a bead of sweat slides down the column of his throat.
Something like tenderness fills me. I reach up and cup his cheek. "Jack," I murmur, "look at me."
He opens his eyes, and his dark gaze fills my line of sight. He turns his head slightly to brush his lips against the inside of my palm, then he leans down to kiss me. He kisses me so deeply, with so much tenderness and heat and authority, that my core clenches. Moisture beads my center, and he sinks in further. I groan into his mouth. Heat flows off of him in waves and sinks into my skin. The force of his personality pushes down on my shoulders and pins me in place. He releases his hold on my other knee, then reaches between us to strum my already sensitive pussy lips.
A tingling shoots out from the point of contact. Sweat clings to my shoulders, and my breath comes in pants. My heart is racing so fast, I’m sure it’s going to break through my rib cage. He holds my gaze and begins to fuck me again. Slow, deep strokes. Each time he slides into me, he hits the most intimate part of me deep inside. I dig my heels into his back and lift up my pelvis, trying to take him in even deeper. And he never breaks eye contact, which is more erotic than anything I’ve ever experienced. He pulls out again, and this time, when he thrusts into me, he pinches my clit. Goosebumps pop on my skin. A thousand embers light up my skin. The orgasm crashes into me with such force, I see stars. My climax seems to go on and on. I feel like I’m floating through space, and when I finally reenter my body, I realize I must have yelled out, for my throat hurts. He continues to fuck me through the aftershocks that ripple through me. I’m burning up—with need, with satisfaction, with an urge to hold onto this moment and never let go. "Jack," I whisper, not sure what I want to say, and unable to stop the tear that slides out of the corner of my eye.
He bends to lick it up, then with one last thrust, he empties himself into me. His features contort with pleasure-pain, and he lowers his head and digs his teeth into the curve of where my neck meets my shoulder. The pain slices through me, straight to my clit. I feel him throb inside of me, and I squeeze him in response. He groans. The pulses mirror the rhythm that thuds at my temples, my wrists, and behind my eyes.
"Jack." I swallow.
He seems to sense the emotions bubbling inside of me, for he raises his head and searches my features. "Don’t." He pushes his forehead into mine. "Don’t think, not now."
"Then when?" I whisper.
"Not now. Let’s give this a little time, eh?"
"But—" He brushes his lips over mine, effectively silencing me. He deepens the kiss, and I feel him stir inside of me again. I scowl at him, and he smirks. With his hair disheveled and the lines around his eyes relaxed, he seems so much younger than his years. He lifts his head, pulls out of me, then rolls over to stand up.
“Stay right there.” He stabs a finger in my direction before he turns and leaves the room.
Where is he going? What is he up to? He’s back in a few seconds with a waterproof overshoe protector in his hand. “Is that—?” He kneels in front of me, then slips it on over my foot.
Then he bends and scoops me up in his arms. He stalks around the bed and into the bathroom. He deposits me on the side of the tub, then heads to the shower stall. Of course, I can’t stop myself from taking in his body. Tight butt, powerful thighs, and a waistline that’d put a man in his twenties to shame. Not to mention the cut abs, the sculpted shoulders, and his arms. Have I mentioned his veiny arms? His forearms flex as he turns on the shower and checks the temperature of the water. He adjusts it until he’s satisfied, then lifts me up again and carries me into the stall, which is almost as wide as some of the rooms I first stayed in when I moved to London. This is no ordinary shower. There are eight, no, ten showerheads positioned at intervals above, behind and on the side walls. All of the water streams meet at the exact spot where he places me on the bench built into the side wall.
"Fancy," I murmur, taking in the glittering bathroom accessories. I peeked in on him the other day in the shower, but I was too focused on trying to see the accessory between his legs to notice much else.
"It helps me relax." He raises a shoulder. "I didn’t always have such a fancy shower. There was a time when I had to make do with sharing a bathroom with five other men."
"You did?" I blink, trying to reconcile the powerful, remote, authoritarian man in front of me with a younger, skinnier version of him who must have come from humble beginnings. Did he look more like Isaac then? Long limbs, a body beginning to show the promise of the man he’d grow into? And I fucked both of them. Does that make me a slut?
He must see the thoughts reflected on my face, for he frowns. "What did I tell you? No thinking for the moment." He closes the distance between us, then lifts me and spins me around so one knee is supported by the bench, keeping my weight off of my injured foot.
"What are you doing?" I ask breathlessly.
"The only time you don’t think is when I’m fucking you, so I’m going to fuck you again."
"Wait, don’t you need a break to recover, considering your advanced years?"
A sharp pain splits my butt. I yelp and turn my head over my shoulder to find him palming my ass.
"Getting sassy again, I see."
"Getting horny again, I see." I glance down to where his monster cock springs up from between his legs. I’m still not used to its size. "Is the second J in your name for that?" I ask.
"What?" He blinks.
"The second J in your name—"
"I heard you the first time. And no, I don’t indulge in infantile practices where I name my dick."
"I’d have called it JJ junior except, you know, JJ junior is—"
"Let’s not bring him into this discussion," he says hastily.
"Why not? I can’t hide the truth from myself, can I? I did fuck you, and—"
"Not now," he interrupts me. "We have time to analyze and discuss this situation later."
