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Chapter Ten - Jas
Oh God Oh God Oh God I can't think I can't think I I I I …
Pussy. Throbbing. Nipples. The pain. Alive. I am alive.
This. Him. Me. Me.
All about me.
Every inch of me.
Alive.
Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me
Yes. Fingers, there. Push them in. More. More. Fill me. Please fill me. I need more. Fuck me fuck me fuck me-
-yes. There. There.
Pull my nipples. Harder. Hurt me. Hurt me! I feel. I need to feel.
I cannot see. I can't see. I just feel. I … I am.
I'm coming. Am I coming? Oh God I am coming-
My ass is full, my pussy is full oh God-
Now his cock is in me. I feel it. His body, crushing me. Nipples, burning.
Oh God
Yes-
I'm still coming, I'm dying, surely I am dying-
I arch, I scream, this must end; no body can-
No body could take this-
-endless-
Still he slams into me, still I am flying, floating, adrift, torn apart.
I am coming, I am coming, I - I - I…
* * * *
I don't know if I lost consciousness or what, but it felt like waking up from a deep sleep. My ass was kinda sore and my nipples hurt, and my pussy sure knew it had had a pounding. I was alone on the bed, curled on my side, a sheet pulled up over me.
I rolled onto my back. The room was empty. I felt a strange plummeting sensation in the pit of my stomach. So he just upped and left me? After all that?
All what? Jeez but that was the craziest orgasm I had ever had. And while I wanted another, just like it, a part of me did not. It was too intense. I couldn't handle stuff like that.
I had. I told myself I had handled it. I was a queen, remember!
No, I was his queen and therefore I needed him to reassure me of that. I pulled on a robe and walked unsteadily through to find him.
The rush of relief was like a hot shower of water over me. He sat there on the couch, looking mighty pleased with himself, as well he should, I guess.
As soon as I entered the room, though, he rose to his feet, glancing at his watch. That tiny movement crushed me. I approached him almost nervously, holding out my arms.
He smiled warmly and took me into his embrace. I clung to him, waiting for words of love and tenderness.
"I've got to be going," he said.
"But…"
"Don't worry." He stroked my hair, calming me. "You were amazing. Wasn't that fun? I promised you devotion and you got it."
Fun? He had no idea how it had felt. "Yes, it was amazing. Thank you."
"You're most welcome." He sounded lightly amused. I was still shaking, reeling, my heart burst open. I had not known I was capable of feeling so much.
"Please, can't you stay a little longer?"
He laughed. "Oh, you silly thing. I would love to. But you've slept for half an hour, and I need to get back; it's gone midnight, and I have to be on a train at six in the morning. I'm sorry, Jas. But surely you need some sleep as much as I do. So go on, have something to eat perhaps, and curl up in bed while it's still warm."
I longed to retire to bed - with him. But his logic was true, and painful. He pulled away, pecked a chaste kiss on my forehead, and left.
* * * *
I couldn't sleep. I got to that point where my brain just wouldn't shut up. I lay in bed, throbbing and tingling, and feeling so strangely alone that it almost hurt.
Part of me was appalled at myself. Me, Jasmine Turner, hard-ass bitch and go-getter extraordinaire, lying here in the dark wanting to be embraced! Jeez it was embarrassing. Since when did I need a man to complete me?
I knew the answer. Since Andrew Walker-Wilkinson unlocked secret rooms in my heart.
And then left.
I knew he hadn't left left. You know, walked out on me or anything. But right now I needed him here, to hold me and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. Maybe I needed the reassurance that it wasn't just sex and I wasn't just meat.
I knew he cared for me. I would never ask a man to prove it. I'd never, ever be that clingy sort of woman who constantly needed reassurance.
And my throat was raw from refusing to cry about
Chapter Ten - Jas
Oh God Oh God Oh God I can't think I can't think I I I I …
Pussy. Throbbing. Nipples. The pain. Alive. I am alive.
This. Him. Me. Me.
All about me.
Every inch of me.
Alive.
Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me
Yes. Fingers, there. Push them in. More. More. Fill me. Please fill me. I need more. Fuck me fuck me fuck me-
-yes. There. There.
Pull my nipples. Harder. Hurt me. Hurt me! I feel. I need to feel.
I cannot see. I can't see. I just feel. I … I am.
I'm coming. Am I coming? Oh God I am coming-
My ass is full, my pussy is full oh God-
Now his cock is in me. I feel it. His body, crushing me. Nipples, burning.
Oh God
Yes-
I'm still coming, I'm dying, surely I am dying-
I arch, I scream, this must end; no body can-
No body could take this-
-endless-
Still he slams into me, still I am flying, floating, adrift, torn apart.
I am coming, I am coming, I - I - I…
* * * *
I don't know if I lost consciousness or what, but it felt like waking up from a deep sleep. My ass was kinda sore and my nipples hurt, and my pussy sure knew it had had a pounding. I was alone on the bed, curled on my side, a sheet pulled up over me.
I rolled onto my back. The room was empty. I felt a strange plummeting sensation in the pit of my stomach. So he just upped and left me? After all that?
All what? Jeez but that was the craziest orgasm I had ever had. And while I wanted another, just like it, a part of me did not. It was too intense. I couldn't handle stuff like that.
I had. I told myself I had handled it. I was a queen, remember!
No, I was his queen and therefore I needed him to reassure me of that. I pulled on a robe and walked unsteadily through to find him.
The rush of relief was like a hot shower of water over me. He sat there on the couch, looking mighty pleased with himself, as well he should, I guess.
As soon as I entered the room, though, he rose to his feet, glancing at his watch. That tiny movement crushed me. I approached him almost nervously, holding out my arms.
He smiled warmly and took me into his embrace. I clung to him, waiting for words of love and tenderness.
"I've got to be going," he said.
"But…"
"Don't worry." He stroked my hair, calming me. "You were amazing. Wasn't that fun? I promised you devotion and you got it."
Fun? He had no idea how it had felt. "Yes, it was amazing. Thank you."
"You're most welcome." He sounded lightly amused. I was still shaking, reeling, my heart burst open. I had not known I was capable of feeling so much.
"Please, can't you stay a little longer?"
He laughed. "Oh, you silly thing. I would love to. But you've slept for half an hour, and I need to get back; it's gone midnight, and I have to be on a train at six in the morning. I'm sorry, Jas. But surely you need some sleep as much as I do. So go on, have something to eat perhaps, and curl up in bed while it's still warm."
I longed to retire to bed - with him. But his logic was true, and painful. He pulled away, pecked a chaste kiss on my forehead, and left.
* * * *
I couldn't sleep. I got to that point where my brain just wouldn't shut up. I lay in bed, throbbing and tingling, and feeling so strangely alone that it almost hurt.
Part of me was appalled at myself. Me, Jasmine Turner, hard-ass bitch and go-getter extraordinaire, lying here in the dark wanting to be embraced! Jeez it was embarrassing. Since when did I need a man to complete me?
I knew the answer. Since Andrew Walker-Wilkinson unlocked secret rooms in my heart.
And then left.
I knew he hadn't left left. You know, walked out on me or anything. But right now I needed him here, to hold me and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. Maybe I needed the reassurance that it wasn't just sex and I wasn't just meat.
I knew he cared for me. I would never ask a man to prove it. I'd never, ever be that clingy sort of woman who constantly needed reassurance.
And my throat was raw from refusing to cry about
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