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That he was the first made her cry harder for a while, but slowly, gradually, Trish ran out of tears.
He didn’t stop holding her until she stopped, and after he put her on the bed, he went into the washroom, wet a cloth with cold water and brought it back to clean the tears off her face. It was cool and rough against her hot skin, and it felt good. Emotionally, she was completely drained—practically numb—which might have been why she didn’t care as Jordan stripped her out of the dress he’d put her in. She didn’t feel ashamed or shy; she just didn’t care.
When he climbed over her, his body creating a cage above hers, she didn’t flinch. When he kissed her cheeks, her lips, her closed eyes, she didn’t protest. His mouth moved down her neck, making her shiver involuntarily as he lingered over her collarbone, his hands beginning to stroke up and down her sides. She was so empty, so numb inside, that the stirring of sensation felt strange.
He cupped her breasts and kneaded them with his hands until she shivered and arched beneath him. It almost felt like an out-of-body experience. She was there, she was present, but the sensations felt so far away, as though her mind had detached itself from what was happening. When he plucked at her nipples, she writhed, her thighs pressing together against the ache that grew between them. His fingers pinched the tender buds and she cried out, her hands coming up to press against his chest.
“No, little girl,” he murmured, taking her wrists and putting them above her head. In a moment, he’d cuffed her to the bed, leaving her vulnerable, her nipples throbbing. With that simple action, the dam broke and it all started to feel real again.
Trish almost missed the feeling of detachment, even though it had been a bit unnerving, as Jordan returned his attention to her breasts. His mouth closed down around one nipple, and he began sucking and flicking it with his tongue, working the sensitive nubbin until she cried out again. Then he moved his mouth over to the other, his fingers rubbing the one he’d just abandoned, his big hands covering the rest of her small breasts. She started to twist underneath him, panting, wanting to get away because her pleasure was building again, her body coming alive under his experienced, unrelenting caresses.
“Noooo, pleaaaaaaaase…” The plea fell from her lips as one hand slid down her belly, over her mound, and between the lips of her wet pussy.
He released her nipple from his mouth with a small pop. “Shh, babygirl, I’m going to make you feel better.”
One long finger slid inside her, stroked, and Trish’s assertion hewasn’tmaking her feel better was lost in a long moan as his finger rubbed against a spot that left her gasping for breath. Another finger pressed against her clitoris at the same time, and it felt like a small band of need twisting inside her core, drawing the tension in her body tighter.
His lips trailed over her stomach, licking small circles against her skin as his fingers played with her pussy, reawakening the arousal he’d driven her to in the dining hall. Trish moaned and gasped but mostly tried to keep her mouth shut, afraid that if she tried to speak it would no longer be a denial of his touch, but that she might beg for him to let her climax. When he reached her pussy and his tongue slid between her wet lips, she had to clench her jaw against doing just that.
It felt like she was on fire: a spool of wire wound too tightly around its bobbin; a volcano of need simmering to erupt, her insides spasming as his tongue slid around her clit. She groaned as his fingers dropped lower and began to push and twist at the plug embedded in her anus, teasing the delicate nerve endings there, adding the pleasure to the cacophony already rising. Between her legs felt swollen, aching, and if he stopped this time, she might go mad.
But he was true to his word—he made her body feel better.
He sucked her clit into his mouth as his fingers pumped in her pussy, the plug twisting in her ass, her swollen flesh fluttering as he expertly stimulated her. Trish didn’t have a chance. She screamed as her orgasm rushed over her, the release of tension exploding through her like fireworks. And then she screamed again as he pulled away and was over her, pushing inside her, setting off another, more intense orgasm as he filled her with his cock. His body rubbed against hers—rubbed insidehers—his thrusts hard and fast and far, far too good to her already-stimulated senses.
Trish squirmed underneath him, arms tugging at the restraints, as the waves of pleasure rolled, her legs held apart by his body, his cock buried deep inside her, clit rubbing against his groin, unable to stop the assault of ecstasy. She was too tired, too aroused to say no, to even think it.
Instead, she gave herself over to the moment, closed her eyes, and let it happen, relieved she hadn’t begged and promising herself she would fight later. And when her third and most powerful orgasm crested, Trish fainted.
Jordan emptied himself inside her and then almost panicked when he realized Trish’s eyes weren’t opening again. But her breathing was normal, her skin flushed and not clammy. She was just exhausted and overwhelmed. Which was fine.
He cradled her face between his hands and gently kissed her lips. She sighed softly in her sleep, her lips curving slightly, making him smile. Would knowing how long he’d watched her before he took her make things better or worse for the woman?
He reluctantly slid from the warm clasp of her body. Zadia had caught him following Trish and told him it wasn’t normal, but then Jordan had never been good at ‘normal.’ He didn’t know how to do ‘normal’ with a woman. But he did know what he wanted, and so he’d taken it.
The tears would fade once she realized he’d take care of her, the way no one else had. She’d been so alone before, but she wouldn’t be anymore.
And neither would he.
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A hitch of her breath.
Wetness.
Hot pleasure snaking up her body.
Too much.
Trish tried to press her legs closed and cried out when something tugged at her ankles, inhibiting her movement.
She opened her eyes and looked down her body, coming awake all at once.
It wasn’t a dream.
Blue eyes stared with unnerving intensity from between her legs, looking at her over her mound where his tongue was buried inside her. She was already on the cusp of orgasm, and her head fell back, as she cried out from the intense pleasure washing over her. Her pussy throbbed from all the stimulation, both from last night and this morning, and she was almost lightheaded from the overload of pleasure.
Looking pleased, Jordan rose up over her body, his lips shiny with her juices. She tried to turn her head, but he planted a wet kiss on her cheek, anyway. The musky scent of her arousal filled her nose, inescapable, no matter how much she wanted to deny it.
