“I promise it will feel better soon.”
I shook my head, pretty angry with him, but he gave me no choice. With a low grunt, like he was the one in pain, he slowly began riding my body. I wanted to scratch his eyes out at first, but as he continued the non-hurried movements, something changed.
With each gentle thrust and retreat the pain eased and I started to wonder if he was right. Relaxing as much as I could with his body stretching me to its limit, I was no longer ready to beat him. An odd sensation of pleasure slipped into the mix of agony and I found myself lifting my hips to meet his unhurried thrusts.
“Thank fuck.” He continued to love my body, slowly withdrawing and then filling me completely over and over again. My eyes widened as that beautiful feeling of need began to flow through my core again. I realized I was enjoying this now. Looking up into his eyes, I smiled, the tears drying on my cheeks as the pleasure overcame the pain.
“That’s it, little one. Let me love you. Wrap your legs around my waist.” I tentatively followed his soft demand, amazed that I felt him even deeper inside me now. He slid his hand to my folds where we were so completely connected and he began massaging that tiny nub of pleasure as he took his time initiating me into lovemaking.
That frantic need overcame me again as his fingers worked their magic, and I met each thrust, aching to fall head first over the cliff to ecstasy again. He increased his rhythm and I was gasping in pleasure at how much better it felt that way.
“More, Jack.”
He groaned at my words and I could only marvel as he gave in to me, riding my body harder, faster, and deeper.
Then I tipped over the edge, feeling a sensation that couldn’t even compare to how he’d loved me with his fingers and mouth. “Oh God!” It was the most incredible sensation of my life, and I knew I’d live to only feel this again and again.
The tempo of his lovemaking increased until he was pounding into me, and all I could do was accept since it helped my own orgasm go on for what seemed like forever. Then I felt the soft stream of his own desire deep inside me, which oddly made me fall over that edge even more, if that were possible.
He rested his body against mine and I felt his shaft twitch inside me. It was the most remarkable feeling! Covered in sweat, still joined together, I knew I’d never forget this moment as long as I lived. When he lifted off me I cringed at the slight pain of his withdrawal, but it was nothing like the earlier sting that was now fading into the back of my mind.
So that was making love. I laughed softly, then bit my lip to stop the sound. If that’s what all the fuss was about, I think I finally understood why people felt they had to have it. The tingling in my hands became almost painful and I remembered I was still tied up. “Jack. I can’t feel my fingers.” I whispered the words, not wanting to destroy this moment.
“Shit, baby. Sorry.” He quickly untied them and I groaned at the feeling coming back, it was like tiny prickles. “Next time we’ll use fur-lined cuffs.” He rubbed the discomfort out of my hands.
I had no idea what he was talking about, and didn’t really want to think about it, anyway. He drew me down on his chest and caressed my hair tenderly as our breathing slowly began returning to normal. “Thank you.” I felt I had to say something as the sound of our breath was all that filled the room. Nuzzling my face against his damp chest, I doubted I could move now if I tried.
His deep chuckle rumbled through his body, and his arm wrapped around me tightly. “No, my sweet little angel, thank you.” We rested there in each other’s embrace for the longest time and I’d never felt more content. When he finally did move, I protested with a quiet moan.
“Rest. I’m just going to start a shower for us.” Leaning over, he kissed my lips before sliding from the bed.
Resting I could do, it felt like every muscle in my body was complete mush. I never realized that making love could take so much out of you. He returned almost too soon, holding out his hands for me. Forcing my legs to move, I slid them to the edge of the bed and groaned at the ache between them.
This is a different sensation, I thought. Before I could fully contemplate it, Jack had me lifted in his arms and was carrying me into the bathroom. “I should have used more restraint.” His words made no sense to me, but the steam filling the room looked too enjoyable to ignore. “Can you stand?”
Grinning at him, I thought it was precious that he was so concerned, but there was nothing wrong with me. I nodded. He lowered me to my feet, and once again that ache between my legs made me groan. Was I supposed to feel this way?
He opened the shower stall door, and lifted me up again, putting my feet down only after he’d stepped in with me. His body was so beautiful I couldn’t help but admire it and when my eyes rested on his shaft, I saw the traces of blood. Raising my hand to my mouth in horror, I thought I’d hurt him. “You’re bleeding.”