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In an attempt to ground myself, I summon my darkest memories—the solitude of the cold cage I was confined to in that sterile facility, the anguish of loneliness that plagued my soul. I immerse myself in the depths of those painful recollections, hoping to distract myself from the intensity of her touch. But she is relentless, determined to unleash every ounce of pleasure within me.
She senses my struggle, her brows furrowing with genuine concern as she changes her position, turning on her knees to face me. Her face is only inches away from mine, a blend of desire and compassion shining in her eyes.
"What's wrong, Chance?" she asks softly, her head tilting as she searches my gaze. "Do you want to wait? Did I push you too fast? Was this a terrible idea?"
I would have gone to my grave with the secret that I’m struggling not to come, swimming in horrible memories so the woman I love doesn’t think I have a hair trigger, but the deep creases in her furrowed brow tell me how concerned she is for my feelings. Changing my mind about my strategy, I decide to tell the truth.
"I don't want to stop, Jo," my voice comes out raw and filled with longing. "Or wait. And no, it wasn't a terrible idea. It's just that your touch… overwhelms me. Every sensation is so powerful I'm afraid I’m going to come. I’m pulling away to not be present so I can hang on."
Instead of judgment or disappointment, a delicate smile dances across her lips, enchanting me further.
"I have just the fix for that, big guy," she purrs, her voice dripping with mischief.
With a swift movement, she reaches behind her to where she’d dropped her towel earlier. Her confidence fuels my curiosity, and I find myself hanging onto her every word.
"Let's take the edge off," she whispers, her breath warm against my chest. "Don't drift away to somewhere else in your mind. Stay with me every step of the way. Come in a second if you want. I don’t care. We have all night long. And," she lifts the towel as if it’s a courtroom exhibit, "we have this towel. After you come once—or more—you'll have even better control."
I rub my mouth with my palm, trying to hide the raw emotion on my face. Her words hit me like a brick. I’ve never experienced complete acceptance before.
She tosses the towel to me, the fabric landing gently in my hands, and resumes her original position with her eyes locked with mine. With both her hands now caressing my steel-hard shaft, the sensations shift and intensify.
Each stroke feels like a symphony of pleasure, orchestrated by her tender hands. The fear that gripped me before fades, replaced by a profound connection. Surrendering to the waves surging within, I allow myself to indulge fully in this shared intimacy.
And just as I feared, the release comes sooner than expected. Ecstasy courses through my veins and I surrender to the explosive pleasure, my hips involuntarily thrusting into her grip. Moans escape from deep within me as I experience the unadulterated bliss of sharing this deeply personal moment with a lover who truly sees and embraces me.
As the euphoria subsides, I move to clean up the mess I've made. But she swiftly halts me, a newfound determination lacing her voice.
"Stop!” Though her tone is filled with authority, affection wraps around my heart. "Slow down, Chance. Don't wipe it all up. I haven't tasted you yet."
A primal groan escapes my lips, as I succumb to the sheer ecstasy of her words. This woman, this captivating creature before me, has awakened a part of me I never knew existed.
I watch in awe as she leans low, her tongue grazing the head of my spent cock. Every nerve-ending ignites as she savors the remnants of my passion. As her tongue glides along my sensitive flesh, she moans softly, unabashedly relishing my unique taste. It's a symphony of sensations that enrapture me, the embodiment of desire manifesting in every electrifying touch.
I abandon all attempts to contain myself, overwhelmed by the intensity of her actions. This moment is beyond any fantasy I ever dared to conjure.
She makes a satisfied moan from the back of her throat, and licks me through a full-body shiver.
She turns to me, lips glistening with my spend, and smiles as she says, “Better than ice cream!”
“Kill me now, Jo. If you keep doing things like that, I’m going to die a happy male.”
She laps at me a few more times, says, “You’re yummy, Chance. And look, you’re getting hard again. That first release just took the edge off.” She gently towels my cock, belly, and the floor.
I inspect her again, but as hard as I look, there’s no disgust or regret on her gorgeous face, just a smug smile that tells me she feels as though she just won the jackpot.
"I hope you're ready for what the rest of the night holds, Chance," she purrs seductively. "Because we're just getting started."
Chapter Thirty-Three
Jo
I love that Chance isn’t jaded. That every touch, every caress feels delicious to him. It just makes me want to please him that much more.
“Are you ready for the big event?” I ask.Big, yeah, that’s an understatement. “We can wait, you know.”
“No waiting.” His eyes glint with desire.
“I have to admit, Chance, I haven’t quite figured out the logistics.”
