Chapter 95

Bracing himself on his arms, biceps straining impressively, Jake stills over me. His naked skin has a soft sheen of moisture glistening at me from inches above my nakedness. I’m heated, tingling, and tired, yet outraged he has stopped.

“What’s wrong, Bambina?” His intense gaze dissecting my face, his breathing rapid. I wriggle impatiently, unimpressed by his sudden halt.

“Nothing. What are you doing?” I stay nestled in the pillows watching him in confusion, my heart rate still elevated, my breathing shallow.

“Baby, we have been having sex for the best part of a half hour, and I haven’t made you cum once… that’s unheard of for you. I’m starting to feel a little more than inadequate.” He pulls off me, indicating he’s not going to continue.

“Jake, don’t stop. It still feels better than good,” I pout, trying to pull him down against me, but he only resists.

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong,” he persists, his face serious.

“Nothing’s wrong.” It’s no