And she wanted more.
Could feel the judders in her torso as he pumped his fist, hard and deep, and knew ecstatic sensation.
Came, and came, and came, and came, for what felt like hours as he laved her clit and fisted her into nothingness.
Not even Jacques could touch her while she flew in that bliss.
And Jules held her there, nurturing her freedom from it all as she shook and came alive like a puppet on his arm.
Until he knew his Omega could take no more.
The feel of him slowly pulling his glistening, wet hand out of her core… the loss of such intense pressure left her insides quivering, a strange emptiness in its wake. A swollen fullness too.
She would be sore.
Running the pads of his slick-coated fingertips over her soft flesh, Jules worked not to stimulate further, but to soothe. He left tingles on her flesh as he pulled her into his arms, grounding her back in her body, kissing her temples, and rocking her gently.
This must be what resurrection after death felt like. Safe, quiet…
Cradled.
Looked upon with adoration by a man who could do literally anything to her in that moment, and she’d be unable to resist.
“I can’t?—”
“Shh, you don’t need to talk right now.” Grin in full effect, Jules, the male who never emoted, let her see far more of him than ever before. He was pleased… with her… with himself… with them. “Give yourself some time to come back.”
She didn’t know what she liked more. The magic his hand had worked inside her, or the feeling of his arms as he made her feel safe.
As he comforted her, as he whispered sweet things to her.
She’d never let another person comfort her this way. It wasn’t the way things were done in Beta Sector. It wasn’t something she’d ever known she’d needed.
And it had been entirely one-sided, for her benefit and hers only.
Not that Jules wasn’t hard. He was, the heat of his cock throbbing at her hip. The scent of his arousal tickling at her nose.
Engorged.
Testicles drawn tight to the sides of his ringed shaft.
Male desire loud and heady as it pulsated through their link.
She could feel how badly he wanted to cum, and understood that Jules denied his grinding, excruciating, ravenous need… for her benefit.
Because she had already felt too much.
His black sea of writhing sin, in all its ugliness, held itself at bay.
The face of calm, his control formidable.
Thick erection right there, purple with need, aching for touch he would not ask for.
But she couldchooseto give it.
After all, Jacques had taught her how to caress a man’s cock. Even Jules had put her hand on him the night before.
She could…
