He lay down on the bed beside her and stroked her hair.
‘I could do this all night long, Jen. Seriously. I could do it until you couldn’t take any more.’
‘I know,’ she said. ‘I know you could. Oh God.’
Her face was wet and she realised that she had shed a few tears.
‘I’ll let you off tonight,’ he said. ‘But I just wanted you to know … if I wanted to … I could.’
‘Are you going to untie me?’ she said. The vibrator was still buzzing inside her, but she was too numbed to really notice.
‘Not yet,’ he said. ‘First I want to fuck you, and I want you just the way you are right now.’ He kissed her face. ‘I’ll let you get your breath back first though.’
‘So kind.’
‘That’s me. All heart.’
Some smooches and a lot of stroking later, Jenna had a pillow slid under her stomach, the better for Jason to enter her from behind.
He took her forcefully, but not painfully, jolting her closer and closer to the headboard until the cuffs were slack and she was able to grip the bars. His hands felt so good on her hips, gripping bruisingly hard while he thrust in, in, in, until he swore, and gasped, and subsided with a little sigh on top of her back.
‘I want to stay inside you,’ he said.
She could feel him beginning to soften, her stretched walls reverting to their normal diameter around the spent invader.
‘Stay,’ she said. ‘I like it.’
‘I wish I could keep a bit of myself inside you all the time,’ he said. ‘You could walk around with your pussy full. I’d love that. If only it could be done. Maybe one day.’
She snuffled out a laugh into the coverlet.
‘You’re weird.’
‘Artistic temperament, yeah?’
‘I’m sure that must be it.’
He drew out reluctantly and unbuckled her cuffs. She pulled off the blindfold and lay on her back, looking up at his misty face.
‘You’re quite something, you know,’ she said.
‘Not so bad yourself,’ he replied.
‘Thanks.’
‘So—’ He coughed, slightly nervously. ‘I can’t believe I’m setting myself up for this, but … Who’s the best you ever had?’
‘Jason! You’re fishing for compliments.’
‘No, I’m not. I know what I’m hoping you’ll say, but if it turns out to be someone else, I want to know why, so I can work on my own technique. If I’m not the best you’ve ever had, I’ll make fucking sure I am next time.’
She took a deep breath. ‘Bloody hell. You’re something else.’
‘So?’
‘It’s you, of course. By about this much.’ She spread her arms wide in the air.
He was clearly extremely pleased with himself, and kissed her, but she was touched by a hint of insecurity when he made her repeat it.