Page 80 of More Than Friends

“I don’t know if I can take any more,” I confess. I don’t want him to stop, but the way he stretches me is already painful.

He presses a soft kiss to my collarbone. His body sticks to mine from the sweat beginning to coat both of us. “Yes, you can,” he encourages. His voice is soft, but firm. As if to prove a point, he slides even further into me, something I didn’t realize was possible.

I gasp at how good it feels despite the ache that follows from being so full of him.

“You’re too big.” I moan, my head falling to the side as his tongue trails under my earlobe.

His lips tickle my ear as he lets out a deep growl. “You can take it, sweetheart.”

I shake my head. I don’t know if I can. It feels like he’s in as far as physically possible. My nails rake against his spine as he gives me time to adjust to the fullness of him.

I can’t see the familiar shade of brown in his eyes because of the darkness of the room paired with the fact that they’re dilated, but he brings his gaze to mine so I can’t see anything but him. “I was made for you, just like you were made for me. You’re going to take every fucking inch of me because we’re perfect for each other.”

His body shakes as if he’s desperate for more but holding back. I don’t want that. I want all of him, to feel him so deep that I’ll never be able to forget what it was like to feel him move inside me.

“Keep going,” I demand, both needing more from him and not knowing how much more I can actually take.

He smirks, and there’s something about seeing that upturn of his lips while he’s pushing himself inside me that makes mythighs tremble with desire. He pushes in another inch, and I let out a moan at the feeling. I’m slowly adjusting to the thickness of him, immense pleasure replacing the pain at the sheer size of him.

Jude’s hands find both sides of my face. He grips me possessively, his gaze flicking to where our bodies are joined.

“Look at us,” he demands. I don’t follow his directions at first. I can’t. I’m too lost in staring at the way his hair sticks to his forehead and his glasses sit crooked on his face. He’s never looked hotter, and the sight of him like this steals my breath for a moment as it hits me that this is really happening.

“Char.” His voice somehow gets even raspier—and sexier. I like this controlling side of him. I meet his gaze.

“Yes?”

He looks down again, pulling himself all the way out of me before slowly pushing himself back inside. “Look at how perfectly you take me. You’re doing so fucking good, sweetheart.”

I do as he says, but the moment is too much. The nickname. The huskiness to his voice. The possessive way he holds on to my face, his fingertips digging into my skin as he holds my head in place. Seeing him inside me. Feeling him inside me. I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and I’m overwhelmed with the pleasure overtaking my senses.

“Does it feel good?” I ask, my words coming out rushed. I hope it feels as good for him as it does for me. He’s barely started moving, but this is already the best sex of my life because it’s with him.

“Good isn’t even the right way to explain it,” he begins, his voice tight as he rocks slowly in and out of me. “The only way to describe it isperfect. You’re perfect, Char.”

He doesn’t wait for me to respond, something I’m thankful for because I don’t even know what to say back. He’s claimingmy body as his, but my heart as well. I don’t know how he can say things like he is and not expect me to fall for him.

“I’m trying to be slow, baby. I know you need time to adjust, but…”

I shake my head. “I don’t want slow. I need more. Faster. Give me more.”

His thumb tenderly brushes over my cheekbone. “You sure? You said it’s too much, and I’m barely halfway. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Give me more,” I beg, regretting ever telling him I didn’t think I could take it all. I want to, no matter if it hurts or not. Now that he’s given me time to adjust, I’m desperate for more. I welcome the ache of him stretching me. Now I want faster and harder. I want to feel it all.

He laughs before pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. It’s tender and intimate and makes my heart leap inside my chest. “Tell me if it becomes too much. I’ll stop. Just remember how fucking gone I am for you and that you own me, even if I’m fucking you fast and hard like you’re my greedy little slut.”

I moan at his words. “Yes. Please.”

“Since you saidplease.” He takes my breath away when he slams his hips into me, fully pushing himself inside the rest of the way.

FORTY-FIVE

JUDE

The momentI push all the way inside Charlotte, I know that she’s officially ruined me for anyone else. There will never be another woman in my life. There’s just Charlotte.

She lets out a loud moan as I pause, letting her feel all of me for a moment and get adjusted. She asked for more, and I’m going to give it to her. It took everything in me to take it slow and give her time to acclimate. But now, with this little taste of her taking every inch of my cock, I know slow isn’t a possibility anymore.