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She canted her hips and squeezed her thighs together, a poor attempt to create friction. The more sensation she felt, the more she craved; a need she didn’t possess the words to describe hovered just beyond her reach.
He put one hand flat on the lowest stretch of her belly to keep her from writhing. With the other, he separated her legs. She tried to buck against him but he kept her pelvis immobile, teasing her, while he returned his mouth to her nipples. They were sore now when he sucked and twisted, and she breathed in the ache as if it were the air.
The hand he had on her pubic bone slid between her thighs, and he pushed them apart again, less gently this time.
And then he let go of her.
She reached to bring him back, but her arm jerked overhead.The scarf.
He left the bed and then his hands were around her ankles, pulling her down the mattress, stretching her arms straight above her as she slid away from the headboard. He spread her legs wider again and bent them so her knees were up.
His breathing was rapid as she heard the sounds of paper tearing and the snap of rubber.
A condom.
He was so careful, but she wanted to tell him not to bother, that it didn’t matter to her.
How could anything that might befall her be worse than what already had? After losing him, she had often wished she had, instead of Harris, been the one to die.
But protection was important to Jonathan, and she wasn’t sure she could speak right now, anyway.
His hands were holding her knees. “Are you ready?” His husky voice brought her back from the dark thoughts and drew a yes from her lips.
He dipped a finger in the wetness around her opening and dragged it up and down her folds. If he didn’t stop, she would come before he went any further.
Had she said that aloud?
Because he did stop, and she focused on the feel of the coarse hair on his legs brushing the inside of her foot as he positioned himself between her legs.
And then his hardness pushed inside her, stretching her tender lips and muscles to thrust and bore further. Another release of wetness seeped from within at the pain, or rather, the pleasure, the relief of it as she took all of him.
Moans from a woman she didn’t recognize escaped her throat over and over, involuntarily and noisily, as he reached her deepest limits.
Soon, her body began to quake and, once it started, so did his.
5
SHOPPING SPREE
In the backseat of the dark sedan on his way back into the city, he pulled up a kink shop website on his phone and browsed the categories: blindfolds and masks; restraints; floggers and crops; paddles and slappers; leashes and collars; chastity devices; nipple clamps.
He knew she liked her hands tied. She liked being blindfolded. She liked pain with her pleasure. Just how much he wasn’t yet sure, although his tired dick still managed to twitch with curiosity.
He suspected she might like humiliation, and he eyed a cluster of ball-gag images on the home page. But he loved hearing the sounds she made, and he wanted to be sure he would hear her if she told him to stop. He was unsure about her interest in electrical play but, considering his inexperience having his own gonads shocked, he made an executive decision to skip it, at least for now.
He needed to show her he could rise to the challenge after he faltered when she asked him to pull her hair.
She had gotten frustrated when he didn’t understand it at first, that she wanted pain. She asked him for that, to hurt, all night—both with and without words.
Whatever she needed, whatever kink she might be into, she had turned to him. He would be safe for her, and he would satisfy her. He would be worthy of her trust.
After she climaxed earlier, he had removed the blindfold, untied her wrists, and rubbed them until she moved them away. He had brought her a warm washcloth and a towel and tried to clean her up, a risky move, he knew.
Sure enough, she waved him off.
“Will you come back?” she had asked, sleepy. “It’s a long drive.”
He had shaken his head in response.It’s nothing. “Just say when.”
