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He laid himself beside her with his elbow bent, propping his head up against his own hand, the fingers of his other hand gently rubbing her lower belly.
The muscles in her abdomen flexed. She tried to suck in the bloat she knew he had to be feeling. “I know, I’m well…” Her neck craned upward, her eyes rolling back self-consciously.
His fingers continued to graze the sensitive flesh just below her belly button. “What? I love this.”
“Bloat, really, you love bloat,” she jutted out. He made her feel off-balance. The way he approached her body, juxtaposing the auditions and the photo shoots, which made her acutely aware of her every feature that could be just a little better. Yet, he seemed to relish what she knew were flaws.
He laid his whole hand on her lower abdomen, spreading his fingers across her swollen flesh, owning her body, looking at her exasperated expression. “This is why you are not allowed to talk, got it?”
A small nod, in conjunction with her whispered, “Okay.”
“Yes, I love the feel of your body, swollen, the change.” His fingers lightly moved around her belly, dipping below the band of her lace panties. Her pelvis quickened from his touch. He eased his fingers from the waistband of her panties, tracing them over her belly button, up her torso, to her breasts, circling them like he was studying them, trying to learn their exact dimensions, she thought. “Didn’t think these tits could get any more beautiful, but I was wrong,” he whispered, his index fingers circling her right breast, then her left, her arousal obvious, her nipples rising up to his fingers, seemingly begging to be touched. “Jesus, your nipples are rock hard. They’re probably so tender, so sensitive…so when I suck on them, I’ll go easy, okay, Sweets?”
She shook her head, then gasped as his mouth opened, taking in her left nipple, bathing it in his open mouth as his hand slowly, lightly, massaged the other breast. His mouth moved to the other nipple, laving it gently, purposefully tender.
“Oh, God, please,” she cried out in a hushed voice, her sex pushing upward, seeking relief. Her nerve endings felt like they were engaged in a fencing tournament below her skin. She moved her hand between her legs, desperately wanting to put pressure on herself to get release.
Swiftly, he grabbed her wrist, pulling it back above her head. “No, ma’am,” he drawled with a growl. “Tell me what you want.” Lifting his head, his lids heavy from lapping her up with his intense gaze, he clasped both of her hands in his, then held them above her head firmly.
Turning her head away from him, she hissed, “Fuck,” her chest heaving up and down, squeezing her legs together. “Oh, my, Jake…plea....”
Leaning down, he pecked her cheek, his face close to hers. “Sweets, you’re getting a little worked up.” She simultaneously wanted to smack the devilish grin emerging on his face and beg for him to make her come, make him promise he’d always be here, be the one, her refuge from the constant feeling of falling short under the scrutiny of Hollywood. “You know this time is amazing because there is increased blood flow to that whole area, your pelvis, your vagina. Orgasms can actually help with cramps and…”
“Fuck, are you teaching me sixth-grade biology?”
A quick snort of laughter burst from him. “No, Sweets, just trying to show you that your body doesn’t have to be off limits when you’re bleeding.”
Turning her face back to him, clamping her eyes shut, submitting to her own need at last, she said, “Then, touch me, please.”
His hand caressed her belly, before gliding under her panties. “Do you have a tampon in?”
“Mmm…God, could this get any more personal?” she whispered, casting her gaze up to the ceiling.
“Yes, it can.” His fingers touched the folds of flesh before targeting her engorged clit, massaging it with his index finger and thumb.
“Ahhh, I…” she moaned, her head extending back.
“Period clit, the best,” he whispered, still rubbing, bending to kiss her swollen lower belly, his mouth traveling toward her taut upper torso. With the flat of his tongue, he licked her nipples, slowly bathing them, one by one. Her pelvis tilted up, seeking more pressure. “So fucking hot,” he growled into her chest, as his hand worked her clit more feverishly.
Her hips started to buck against his hand as her whimpering grew louder. “Oh, please, yes, I’m….” Her words were replaced with a moaning howl.
“Yes, let it go, Sweets, let it all go,” he ordered, sitting up, continuing to work her clit while securing her hands above her head. She jerked against him, but she could tell he wanted to yank out another climax. Damn, he was right. Her sensitive flesh seemed amplified during this time.
He leaned down, his mouth capturing hers, molding her lips to his in a tender but possessive kiss. His hand released her wrists, his fingers snaking out of her folds, skimming over her belly.
She could feel his arousal pushing against the side of her leg as he kissed her as if swallowing her moan, stilling her convulsing body. His hardness, cranking up the heat from her orgasmic state, made her want it again, more. She twisted her lips from his. “I want to feel you in me right now,” she hushed into his mouth. She wasn’t really thinking about the logistics of it or that she was bleeding. She was only focused on what she was experiencing, electricity shooting through her, keenly aware she still felt needy between her legs.
“You sure? You don’t have to. Just wanted you to know how sexy this time is,” he said carefully as if to make sure she knew he was not putting pressure on her, despite his cock pushing against her, hardening even as he uttered reassuring words.
“Yes, yes,” she said, her fingers scratching at the crotch of his jeans, desperately trying to get to his zipper before he stopped her.
Quickly, he shed his Levi’s along with his boxers. She saw him trembling as he stared down at her naked, swollen body lying before him. Lying next to her, kissing her, he again asked, “You sure? It will feel great, but there’s no pressure.”
Her wide green eyes were growing impatient. “Please…”
His breathing was erratic as he pulled her white panties from her legs, pushing her knees up, then reaching between them. “Taking this out,” he informed her as he gently tugged on the string, pulling the tampon from her.
“Oh, my God,” she said, her voice strained. She leaned up on her forearms, watching as he wrapped a cocktail napkin around the tampon before setting it on the coffee table. She shut her eyes. “Jesus, Jake,” she huffed.
