“I’ve got you. You did so well, Jordan.” He showers me in tender kisses. I’m hit with an intense surge of euphoria; a mix of joy, pain, lust, compassion, and vulnerability . . . I burst into tears. Oh god, what is happening? I’m having a crygasm. I’m crymaxing. “I know, baby. I know.” He holds me tighter, and presses a kiss to my forehead. “I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” My pulse races, panicking that I’m unable to stop the tears. “Nothing’s wrong with you. You’re perfect,” he whispers. After carefully sliding out, he lies on his back and pulls me close. One nipple is pressed to his
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