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" I tried to get my senses back together while he untied my hands. Massaged them. Gathered me into his arms and kissed my forehead. He was snoring softly before I succumbed to sleep.
Despite how I was usually relaxed after sex with Chris-even as vigorous as it had been tonight-something still lingered in my thoughts.
More that Chris didn't know about. My trip to the doctor three days ago had been two-fold: I'd wanted to check out the consistent rasp in my breathing; and I was scheduled to have my first ultrasound. Except that the technician couldn't find a heartbeat. I'd gone back today to get the second blood test to check my hCG levels.
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"Does he do this to you?" Chris suddenly moved his hands down and caressed my breasts through the layers of my shirt and bra.
Then he pinched and twisted my nipples, making me gasp. "Does he know you like it hard and rough sometimes?" My arms and head seemed frozen. I watched him lick his lips, the dimple teasing me as it peeked out and vanished.
I'd been running from the consistent annoyance of my roommate being gaga in love at our shared apartment. Little had I known what had awaited me at the mall.
In the bedroom. We'd come so far in eleven months.
Moved to my hips where he stroked each curve and dip, tracing the bones underneath. When I tried to twist away, he returned to my breasts. Over and over again, we played that game. And the longer it went on, the wetter I became.
"Does this guy," Chris asked, his voice husky as he ran a single finger up and down the soft hollow of skin just behind my ear along the back of my jaw, "know right where to touch you to drive you wild?" I wanted him to both continue and yet stop touching me there.
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Held the sheet to my breasts, suddenly self-conscious. "Did you have a fling with her daughter, too?" He nodded, his face so stoic. "Oh, my God, Chris. How could she.
How could you?" I rose up on my knees, putting a little more distance between us.
He pressed them back against the mattress, his other hand shoving my right knee up. A ragged scream ripped from my throat when his cock slammed back into me. The piercings rubbed in different spots now. Created new but enjoyable sensations. It wasn't as easy to achieve an orgasm in this position, but I knew that he favored it as it felt good to him.
I was still mulling over how to broach the subject when we met for coffee, but then your mom called. My only concern became easing your pain. I did what I'd been raised to do by my parents and the Bradleys. I was there for you, if only as a shoulder to lean on.