“No,” she admitted. There was nothing else she wanted to do, but even so . . . the blatant knowledge of her helplessness aroused. She was too wound up in the intense eroticism of the moment to decode why that was.
A moment later, he groaned and drew his cock out of her. She whimpered shakily at the unpleasant feeling of aching emptiness. She lay there panting, her eyes wide-open, strung tight on a rack of anticipation.
A low growl reached her ears.
“Jacob,” she mouthed, unbearably excited.
Then she felt it, the sensation of his warm semen dripping on her lower back. She bit off a sharp cry, her sex clenching tight. She pictured him in her mind, pumping his cock as fiercely and ruthlessly as he had that night in the pool shower, his beautiful body coiled tight, his expression hard and determined.
More warm liquid pooled at her lower back, the amount of it exciting her, like everything else. Then she felt the firm, succulent head of his dripping cock press against her left buttock, and more of his semen wetted her.
He gave one last throat-tearing groan.
His cock slipped off her ass. She moaned shakily, arousal cutting at her. Her cheeks were scalding and tension coiled tight in her sex. She’d loved having him use her for his pleasure. Why, she couldn’t put into words exactly. Strangely, despite his opulent wealth and power and sex appeal, she felt deep inside that he deserved this indulgence. She wanted to give it to him. She might as well start to accept that fact.
He didn’t speak as he dried her skin with the towel. Nor did he say a word when he reached between her thighs again. He must have known that his seemingly selfish taking of her had aroused her unbearably.
He brought her off twice more while she was restrained to the apparatus.
One thing about Jacob. He demanded a lot of her.
But he always returned exponentially.
twenty
He led her into his bedroom suite after he’d removed her from the apparatus, his arm taking most of her weight. She’d grown light-headed, her legs wobbly, after lying there suspended in the air and experiencing multiple, intense climaxes.
He guided her to a luxurious bathroom. The glass shower enclosure was enormous, and included a teak bench. At Jacob’s urging, Harper sat down on it heavily, her head bowed. She felt exhausted . . . completely wrung out by the sharp lash of sexual bliss.
A moment later, she felt warm water running over her skin, and even better, Jacob’s soap-covered hand. He was cleaning her with a handheld showerhead. It felt divine. Decadent. She wanted to look at him, but her head felt so heavy. He put one hand on her knee, opening her thighs. Warm water rushed over her sex. She whimpered. It soothed the slight sting in her tissues. For whatever reason, his gentle, patient bathing of her, his implicit understanding of what she was experiencing following his demanding p
ossession, struck her as one of the most intimate, beautiful moments of her life.
He was eclipsing her grief and her existential crisis . . . but he was confusing her, too. She couldn’t comprehend why she was so trusting of him when she knew with a man like him, hurt was an inevitability.
When he’d finished, Harper found the wherewithal to lift her head and watch in silent wonder as he quickly cleaned his own body. No sane woman would want to miss that, she told herself wryly. He seemed completely unaware of her admiration as he quickly ran his soapy hand over broad expanses of ridged, taut muscle, glistening bronzed skin . . . cock and balls. He was growing erect again. Harper realized with a dazed sense of longing. He fisted and pumped the length of his wet cock, then massaged his balls briskly. Her grew harder and longer in front of her eyes.
Maybe he wasn’t as unaware of her watching him as he seemed.
A moment later, he reattached the showerhead. She stared fixedly at the image of him turned in profile, his glistening cock protruding between powerful thighs. It took her a moment to realize he was looking at her with a question in his eyes.
“I’m okay,” she said, reading his concern for her wrung-out state. “I didn’t know there was such an extreme difference between good sex and mind-blowing sex,” she managed through numb lips. “It really saps you.”
He smiled that smile. He walked over to her and reached for her hand. Fortunately, her legs held her when he pulled her up. His hand went to the back of her head, where he tugged gently at her damp hair. Her head fell back.
“You come hard, Harper McFadden,” he said next to her lips.
“With you I do.”
His kiss melted her even more, if that was possible. After he sealed it, he looked down at her searchingly.
“I know what you need,” he said with the air of someone who had just made a decision.
“A bed?”
“No. Food,” he said, taking her hand and opening the shower door.
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