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‘Satisfying me gives you pleasure.’ It wasn’t a question. More like a shaken realisation that cracked another layer of the foundation I’d striven to safeguard myself with.
‘Yes.’ A simple, gruff admission that floored me. And intensified my hunger for him.
He registered the fresh wetness between my legs and his eyes lit with pleasure.
Jensen Scott might be a submissive, but he was a clever, powerful one who knew exactly which
buttons to press. The thought of him doing this with another woman, somewhere in the hazy future
away from this warm and toasty cocoon, drove my fingers into his flesh.
He gave another sexy growl, his hips jerking for an uncontrollable second. He righted himself
immediately, his strokes measured as he awaited my command. Keeping my grip on his hair, I slid
another hand between our bodies, beneath where we were joined, to grip his balls.
‘Christ!’
Despite his harsh breathing, he kept up the steady pace. Impressive.
‘How much longer can you hold out?’ I taunted.
His jaw gritted before he replied, ‘For as long as you need me to.’
I wanted his complete surrender, for the beautiful body poised above mine to drown in utter bliss
along with me. The sweat drenching his skin said he was close. I wrapped my legs tighter around his hips, clenched him deep within me. ‘Give it to me, Jensen. Give me everything you’ve got.’
Like a lion uncaged, he scooped a hand beneath me, angled my hips up, and then pounded me deep,
hard thrusts that stole the breath from my lungs. Sounds of our decadent fucking filled the quiet cabin, adding another layer of erotic desire that drew me closer to the edge. Within minutes, I was mindless, a scream ripping from my throat as my orgasm hit with earth-shaking force. My internal muscles
milking him, I heard him growl against my throat as he followed, coming with endless shudders until we were both spent.
Minutes passed with his arms wrapped tight around me. I floated in stunned euphoria, unable to
form sensible words to fill the silence. The realisation that I didn’t need to, that this wasn’t another artificial encounter where I needed to deny my true self, filled me with an alien emotion that
suspiciously resembled...contentment.
For however long this lasted, Jensen was my willing sub and I was his mistress. I could do with
him as I pleased. If that included silence, it was my right.
Again, the thought shook me to my core. Enough to make me avert my gaze when he eventually
eased up to look down at me. When there was enough space between us, he glanced down. ‘May I?’
he asked gruffly.
I nodded.
He eased out of me, rose and went into the kitchen. The supply closet door opened and a minute
later he was back at my side, a towel in his hand. He cleaned me up, then himself, then tossed the
towel away and resumed his position next to me.