sensation of impending loss of control filling him and refusing to let go. He tightened his fragile rein, but he had to have it.
This one thing he needed from her. “Trust me. I’ll keep them for you.”
“I can’t,” she complained.
He pushed back the hair hiding her face before kissing her chin. As calm as ever, he tried to make her understand. “I promise, you can.” Tremors racked her body and he gave her himself. Offered her calm in a storm.
Comfort against a decision she didn’t want to wrestle. He couldn’t imagine a secret so offensive, so heartrending that she insisted on separating him from it. So he showed her that it didn’t matter. Whatever it was, they would work through together, but she had to let him in.
She arched, then shuddered, another hoarse cry ripping from deep within her. So responsive his lover, he almost tumbled after her into orgasm’s embrace. Instead, Jason fought her body’s insistent pull and rode the crest of yet another wave. That made five, maybe six times already?
He lowered his torso against the bed, the better to luxuriate in watching her lips part as she panted. Her body shone with perspiration, the rise and fall of her breasts a feast for his eyes. Heat ripped through his cock, her silken sheath milking him until he thought he would lose himself inside her. The very soul of him released through where they were joined.
Sabrina’s hips rocked and he watched her, a sinuous dancer who’d mastered her art. “You are beautiful,” he murmured, for she was. Always her eyes captivated him, but looking upon her now, her graceful movement and flawless body amazed him.
“And one day you’ll trust me…” Her face clouded with uneasiness and he hurried to soothe it away. “You’ll open up to me and be impossibly, wonderfully more beautiful to me then than you are right now.”
Her eyes darkened with mystery and he hoped he touched something within her.
Gave her something to ponder and maybe accept.
But as his balls tightened, a sure signal of the inevitable expulsion of his seed, she cupped her breasts and looked down on him. She smiled such a sweet smile and sighed such an erotic sound, he wondered if he’d just lied.
With the first pulse of his cum, a shock wave that lifted his hips and drove his cock deeper into her, his hazy mind didn’t believe for a moment that Sabrina’s beauty, as she writhed above him, could ever, ever be outdone.
56
Intimate Whispers
* * * * *
Is it truly possible she’d forgotten this? It didn’t seem possible. Yet she must have for she clung to the intimate togetherness, the sleepy after-sex pillow-talk with a desperation that surprised even herself.
Jason lay on top of her, his torso wedged between her thighs, his head resting on her belly. He always remained mindful of her back despite how she moved with relative ease now. Only sudden jerks had the power to rip a gasp from her. With good reason, she kept those to a minimum.
She stroked his hair as he talked. “Tell me more,” he murmured, his lips caressing her skin. It turned her on, just like almost everything else he’d done in the past two days. Two amazing days.
“More about what?”
He lifted his head. “About you. About your life.”
“And what more should I tell you? I’ve gone through my childhood, my hobbies, my job.” She’d told him about her favorite books, movies and songs. She told him about the modest trust fund, which allowed her the freedom to take on website design projects at her whim. He knew everything about her undergraduate schooling, and her original goal of being a teacher until the voices took that option away.
“I want to know everything.” The sweeps across her belly grew more amorous.
“Everything, huh?” Despite the hint of amusement in her tone, her heart filled with dread. Of course, she couldn’t tell him everything. Everything was too dark. Too depressing. Too filled with Him. She couldn’t tell him she took the Pill
This one thing he needed from her. “Trust me. I’ll keep them for you.”
“I can’t,” she complained.
He pushed back the hair hiding her face before kissing her chin. As calm as ever, he tried to make her understand. “I promise, you can.” Tremors racked her body and he gave her himself. Offered her calm in a storm.
Comfort against a decision she didn’t want to wrestle. He couldn’t imagine a secret so offensive, so heartrending that she insisted on separating him from it. So he showed her that it didn’t matter. Whatever it was, they would work through together, but she had to let him in.
She arched, then shuddered, another hoarse cry ripping from deep within her. So responsive his lover, he almost tumbled after her into orgasm’s embrace. Instead, Jason fought her body’s insistent pull and rode the crest of yet another wave. That made five, maybe six times already?
He lowered his torso against the bed, the better to luxuriate in watching her lips part as she panted. Her body shone with perspiration, the rise and fall of her breasts a feast for his eyes. Heat ripped through his cock, her silken sheath milking him until he thought he would lose himself inside her. The very soul of him released through where they were joined.
Sabrina’s hips rocked and he watched her, a sinuous dancer who’d mastered her art. “You are beautiful,” he murmured, for she was. Always her eyes captivated him, but looking upon her now, her graceful movement and flawless body amazed him.
“And one day you’ll trust me…” Her face clouded with uneasiness and he hurried to soothe it away. “You’ll open up to me and be impossibly, wonderfully more beautiful to me then than you are right now.”
Her eyes darkened with mystery and he hoped he touched something within her.
Gave her something to ponder and maybe accept.
But as his balls tightened, a sure signal of the inevitable expulsion of his seed, she cupped her breasts and looked down on him. She smiled such a sweet smile and sighed such an erotic sound, he wondered if he’d just lied.
With the first pulse of his cum, a shock wave that lifted his hips and drove his cock deeper into her, his hazy mind didn’t believe for a moment that Sabrina’s beauty, as she writhed above him, could ever, ever be outdone.
56
Intimate Whispers
* * * * *
Is it truly possible she’d forgotten this? It didn’t seem possible. Yet she must have for she clung to the intimate togetherness, the sleepy after-sex pillow-talk with a desperation that surprised even herself.
Jason lay on top of her, his torso wedged between her thighs, his head resting on her belly. He always remained mindful of her back despite how she moved with relative ease now. Only sudden jerks had the power to rip a gasp from her. With good reason, she kept those to a minimum.
She stroked his hair as he talked. “Tell me more,” he murmured, his lips caressing her skin. It turned her on, just like almost everything else he’d done in the past two days. Two amazing days.
“More about what?”
He lifted his head. “About you. About your life.”
“And what more should I tell you? I’ve gone through my childhood, my hobbies, my job.” She’d told him about her favorite books, movies and songs. She told him about the modest trust fund, which allowed her the freedom to take on website design projects at her whim. He knew everything about her undergraduate schooling, and her original goal of being a teacher until the voices took that option away.
“I want to know everything.” The sweeps across her belly grew more amorous.
“Everything, huh?” Despite the hint of amusement in her tone, her heart filled with dread. Of course, she couldn’t tell him everything. Everything was too dark. Too depressing. Too filled with Him. She couldn’t tell him she took the Pill
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