last, vulnerable part of herself? He waited, feeling his own control slipping, his sperm tightening his balls.
With a cry of surrender, she leaned down and kissed him, her mouth warm and wet, and her tongue actively chasing his. He groaned and lost it, blasting his cum inside her with such strong jerks that he thought he was going to die from the pleasure. Simultaneously, he felt her entire body stiffen and knew she was about to find her own release. He reached down and thumbed her clit.
Against his lips, she screamed, long and loud as she came.
He kept moving, prolonging her orgasm until he’d wrung the last ripple of pleasure from her body. She collapsed on top of him and he wrapped his arms tightly around her, not sure if he was ever going to be able to let her go.
He rubbed his cheek against the top her head, wanting to tell her how he felt about her, but for the first time in a long time, he was at a loss for words. Reluctant to completely expose himself when the only thing he could think about was her walking away from him to go after the man she really wanted.
CHAPTER NINE
They dressed silently. Their smiles were genuine, their sighs fulfilled, but he saw the uncertainty he felt reflected in her pretty blue eyes. She served him dinner and they ate in yet more silence, stopping every once in a while to sip wine or kiss. The air around them had an almost dreamy quality to it, but as time passed, it gave way to yet more uncertainty until finally awkwardness and tension began to set in.
She tried to joke her way through it.
“So I guess getting you to talk about ‘your women’ wasn’t such a bad idea after all, huh?” She’d been loading dishes into the dishwasher. Finished, she turned toward him and leaned back against the kitchen counter.
He hesitated, then said slowly, “I was a little over the top. I’m just glad I didn’t scare you off with my runaway mouth.”
Her smile was strained. Artificial. With a hint of that coolness she’d always used as a barrier between them in the past. “How could you? I was amazed you still wanted me, even after the trouble I’d caused. Even after what some bastard did to me.” The instant the words left her mouth, he could see she wanted to take them back. But it was too late. He’d heard what she said. And what she hadn’t said.
He strode toward her, penning her in with his arms against the counter when she tried to scamper away. He hooked a finger under her chin and turned her head until she had no choice but to look at him. “Is that what you really think? That you were raped, and that somehow makes you less desirable?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“But is it what you think?”
She shrugged. “Some say the only women who get raped are the ones who deserve it.”
“Who the fuck cares what they say. The question is, do you believe it?”
She didn’t answer, and that was his answer. “You do, don’t you? Why?”
“Look, forget I said anything…”
“Why do you think you deserved it, Jenna? Just who was it that raped you? Because I’m getting the feeling it wasn’t just some random stranger who broke into your house.”
“I don’t know why you—”
“Who. Was. It?”
Her expression tightened with anger and pain and yes, he could see it plain on her face now, guilt. “A guy I was dating, okay? A guy I knew liked to do the same things that you like to do to women. A guy I wanted to do those things to me. I wanted him to be rough. To tie me down. To make me do things I was too embarrassed to try, even though I really wanted to. Only he liked it to hurt. A lot. And when I complained, when I told him to stop, when I decided he wasn’t the one I wanted to do those things to me, he didn’t listen. He broke into my apartment and he took what I’d been so stupidly offering.”
“Jenna, it wasn’t your fault—”
“He got
With a cry of surrender, she leaned down and kissed him, her mouth warm and wet, and her tongue actively chasing his. He groaned and lost it, blasting his cum inside her with such strong jerks that he thought he was going to die from the pleasure. Simultaneously, he felt her entire body stiffen and knew she was about to find her own release. He reached down and thumbed her clit.
Against his lips, she screamed, long and loud as she came.
He kept moving, prolonging her orgasm until he’d wrung the last ripple of pleasure from her body. She collapsed on top of him and he wrapped his arms tightly around her, not sure if he was ever going to be able to let her go.
He rubbed his cheek against the top her head, wanting to tell her how he felt about her, but for the first time in a long time, he was at a loss for words. Reluctant to completely expose himself when the only thing he could think about was her walking away from him to go after the man she really wanted.
CHAPTER NINE
They dressed silently. Their smiles were genuine, their sighs fulfilled, but he saw the uncertainty he felt reflected in her pretty blue eyes. She served him dinner and they ate in yet more silence, stopping every once in a while to sip wine or kiss. The air around them had an almost dreamy quality to it, but as time passed, it gave way to yet more uncertainty until finally awkwardness and tension began to set in.
She tried to joke her way through it.
“So I guess getting you to talk about ‘your women’ wasn’t such a bad idea after all, huh?” She’d been loading dishes into the dishwasher. Finished, she turned toward him and leaned back against the kitchen counter.
He hesitated, then said slowly, “I was a little over the top. I’m just glad I didn’t scare you off with my runaway mouth.”
Her smile was strained. Artificial. With a hint of that coolness she’d always used as a barrier between them in the past. “How could you? I was amazed you still wanted me, even after the trouble I’d caused. Even after what some bastard did to me.” The instant the words left her mouth, he could see she wanted to take them back. But it was too late. He’d heard what she said. And what she hadn’t said.
He strode toward her, penning her in with his arms against the counter when she tried to scamper away. He hooked a finger under her chin and turned her head until she had no choice but to look at him. “Is that what you really think? That you were raped, and that somehow makes you less desirable?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“But is it what you think?”
She shrugged. “Some say the only women who get raped are the ones who deserve it.”
“Who the fuck cares what they say. The question is, do you believe it?”
She didn’t answer, and that was his answer. “You do, don’t you? Why?”
“Look, forget I said anything…”
“Why do you think you deserved it, Jenna? Just who was it that raped you? Because I’m getting the feeling it wasn’t just some random stranger who broke into your house.”
“I don’t know why you—”
“Who. Was. It?”
Her expression tightened with anger and pain and yes, he could see it plain on her face now, guilt. “A guy I was dating, okay? A guy I knew liked to do the same things that you like to do to women. A guy I wanted to do those things to me. I wanted him to be rough. To tie me down. To make me do things I was too embarrassed to try, even though I really wanted to. Only he liked it to hurt. A lot. And when I complained, when I told him to stop, when I decided he wasn’t the one I wanted to do those things to me, he didn’t listen. He broke into my apartment and he took what I’d been so stupidly offering.”
“Jenna, it wasn’t your fault—”
“He got
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