#Chapter 169
Jake stills over me, bracing himself on his arms, biceps straining impressively. His naked skin has a soft sheen of moisture and is glistening at me from inches above my own nakedness. I’m heated, tingling and tired and yet outraged he has stopped.
/"What’s wrong, bambino?/" His intense gaze dissecting my face, his breathing rapid. I wriggle impatiently, unimpressed with his sudden halt.
/"Nothing …What are you doing?/" I stay nestled in the pillows watching him in confusion. My heart rate still elevated and 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.