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“Make me forget,” I said to him, panting with the rising tide of pleasure. “Make me forget everything but this.”
“Mya,” he groaned, leaning down and biting the place where my shoulder met my neck. The sudden spike of pain, the possessiveness of the gesture, wrecked me.
This time when I came, I screamed his name. The force of my orgasm made my head hurt, and all of my thoughts ceased. I was reduced to the stunning pleasure ripping through me and the throbbing of my pussy around his dick.
He abruptly stepped away from me, and I cried out in protest as he pulled out of me. But then, I saw what he wanted as he pushed me to my knees.
I kneeled in front of him, looking up at him teasingly. He grabbed my head and pushed his dick into my mouth. I could taste my wetness on his cock.
The water of the shower cascaded across my face. Something about the open expression on his face, the way he took charge without forcing me, was incredibly hot. I was turned on as I pulled him further into my mouth.
To my surprise, he didn’t let me help him finish that way. When he was on the cusp of coming, he pulled me up yet again, but this time, he turned me around until I was pressed against the wall, ass in the air. He spread my legs from behind. I leaned forward and put my hands up against the tile.
He surprised me by tracing his dick between my cheeks. He let it rest against a part of me no man had ever enjoyed. My breath caught. Would it hurt? I’d never done it that way.
Not today, it seemed, as he slid his dick further down and entered me. I closed my eyes as pleasure leaped to life in my veins again. My body gripped his dick. It was greedy.
It clenched around him like it had missed him even though it had been mere minutes since he had made me come. Before I knew it, he was gasping, this time saying my name.
Eventually, he pulled slowly out of me. The water was running cold by now. I was fully naked to him now.
I became instantly self-conscious. This wasn’t like the other times we’d had sex, in the dark where he couldn’t see every detail of my body.
I was afraid that he would notice that my belly was rounder, that my ass was bigger.
To my surprise, he wrapped his arms around me and just held me against him. He reached over and turned off the cold water.
I relaxed against him, questioning everything I thought I knew about Jason’s friends on the force and questioning everything I thought I knew about the man who’d led me to safety last night.
Emotionally, I’d been a mess lately, and he’d been there for me in his own way. How many times had I been on the brink of losing it and he had stepped in to reassure and comfort me?
He got out of the shower first, and wrapped me in a towel, and then grabbed one for himself.
He left to find something to wear while I dried myself off. I had a lot of unanswered questions. Too many.
When I walked out of the bathroom, steam followed me. I didn’t see Dario. I called out to him. Where was he?
I made my way over to where I had seen him last and tried not to be annoyed. Where was he? I hated his disappearing acts.
There was a time when I’d felt alone in the world, and suddenly, with him, I didn’t feel that way anymore. My feelings were surprising and confusing.
When had I stopped hating him? The real question was,had I ever hated him to begin with?
I sat down heavily on the bed, still wrapped in my towel, and noticed a closet door open across from the bed. I stood up, hoping to find something in it to wear.
There were boxes on the floor of the closet, the type of boxes one found in older office buildings.
As I went through the closet, I saw something light-colored that looked like a piece of fabric. A shirt maybe, I thought to myself, hopefully.
I reached for it and tugged, unearthing a box that had been hidden toward the top of the closet. It came falling toward my feet, the contents of it spilling into a messy pile.
I bent down, noticing the box contained lots of photos, and started picking them up. Something caught my eye. It was an image in a photo that I couldn’t quite place. I pulled it out, noticing that it looked like home.
The photos in my hand, I noticed, had actually fallen out of one particular envelope. I studied them closely. No wonder I found them familiar.
Some were pictures of the police station where Jason worked and then there were others of the building where he was transferred about a year after we were married.
There were other pictures of people I didn’t recognize, all officers. I went to put the pictures away when I saw a familiar picture of Luis getting into the squad car with Jason.