Crash Into Me (Into Me Series Book One)

Chapter Twenty Eight - Trapped

"Jackson!" she gasps as she cums yet again, biting my shoulder and sinking her fingernails into my back.

I groan, immense pleasure coming over me. She is wrapped so impossibly tight around my dick as I feel her cum drip down the base of me and over my balls. I can't hold on much longer. She's so fucking sensitive tonight. She mentioned something a week ago about her ovulating soon and I've been reaping the rewards of it ever since.

She rests her head back on the shower wall I have her pinned against as she comes down from her orgasm, my hips slowing as she grinds against me. Her thighs are trembling against my arms, her knees bent over my shoulders. Her muscles grow limper by the second, exhaustion taking over from her long shift mixed with the collection of orgasms I've given her over the past hour.

"Jackson," she whimpers, resting her forehead on my shoulder.
"What is it, baby?" I coo, picking up her face by her chin so she's forced to look at me. I brush away the strands of hair that obscure her beautiful face, tucking them behind her ear.
"I... I can't..." she cries.

She looks absolutely fucking wrecked. It pulls at my heart just a little. Only a little.

"I've been waiting all day to be inside of you," I breathe, pressing my lips to hers gently. "You've been such a good girl, I just want to keep rewarding you," I mumble into her lips.

She kisses back slowly as I let her left leg free, dropping to the floor with a loud thud. She groans a little in pain and her face tenses.

I break apart our kiss and look at her, concern starting to overtake my mind. Her eyes are distant and her body has gone rigid. I think I pushed her a little too far.

"... Jet, are you okay?"

I let her other leg down and slide out of her cupping her face in my right hand. She groans as I remove myself, her hand flying to her abdomen as her face contorts in pain.

"Baby, what's wrong?"
I can feel myself start to panic as she rests her forehead on my shoulder again.
"I'm... I'm okay. I just need a m-minute," she stumbles. "I can rally, I'm fine, just give me a second."
"No. We're done," I tell her.

I turn off the water and pull her into my arms, turning us so that we're facing the door. I push the curtain open and help her step out. Immediately I wrap a towel around her. I sit on the edge of the bench I have in here and pull her into my lap. She curls up, tucking her knees into her chest and burying her face in me as I wrap my arms around her shaking frame. I definitely pushed her too far.

"I just need a minute, I'll be okay, we can keep going," she rushes, her breath hot against my wet skin.
"Nope. We're done," I state firmly.
"Jackson, really, I'm fine. Just give me a second," she croaks, pulling her head out of my chest. She kisses me hungrily, but I can feel how fucking tired she is. She's putting up a good front, but she doesn't have me fooled. I pull back from her, staring into her eyes.
"Mon ange, it's okay. You're clearly exhausted. It's late anyways and you hardly slept last night. Let's go to bed," I tell her tracing her jawline with my fingertips.
Her eyes start watering.

Ah, fuck.

This is not the direction I wanted this to go in. But then I remember her ovulation comment and it all clicks. My poor baby is a hormone casserole right now.

"No, no, no, no baby, no, don't cry. It's okay, you don't need to cry, please don't cry, please," I beg her, wiping the tears as they fall.

Her head falls back onto my chest as she cries a little harder. It's not like how she cried in the shower that one time or the way she cried when I screamed at her to go away or how she cried when she walked out the door leaving me on the floor in pain. It's different. She's crying not because she's sad, but because she's exhausted.